<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042</id><updated>2011-07-09T01:47:47.384+08:00</updated><category term='Introduction'/><category term='Study life'/><category term='Favorites'/><category term='Family'/><title type='text'>PriSCa'S^hAvEn</title><subtitle type='html'>My little place to spill the 'beans'....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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something else more meaningful...&lt;br /&gt;Something that would get me pumped up....&lt;br /&gt;Something that would let me bring out the best potential in me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.... 4th month into the profession....&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if i'm happy... or sad... or frustrated... or bored....&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.... its as though my senses are already numb...&lt;br /&gt;All i think of every now and then is...&lt;br /&gt;how many periods i have left....&lt;br /&gt;how much work to i have to complete...&lt;br /&gt;how much more things do i have to do before the date line...&lt;br /&gt;Are people observing me as i do my work??&lt;br /&gt;Do i talk too much??&lt;br /&gt;Do i complain too much??&lt;br /&gt;When can i  go home....&lt;br /&gt;or mayb... what am i going to do with these bunch of ridiculous pupils...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i sit at my table.... time just ticks away...&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether i'm using the best of my time in school...&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not.. my pupil will achieve something at the end of my class....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just passing my day by day....&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here now... wondering.. how would classes be tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;whether o not i'm going to make another mistake...&lt;br /&gt;whether o not my pupils will listen to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.... after 4 months... i'm kinda burnt out...&lt;br /&gt;lost my voice almost 3 time already...&lt;br /&gt;havent fully recovered yet...&lt;br /&gt;i need something meaningful to happen in my life...&lt;br /&gt;its as though i've just outshined myself...&lt;br /&gt;no place to move anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired to letting people tell me what to do....&lt;br /&gt;tired of lazy pupils... who dont care about their life...&lt;br /&gt;who do whatever they want in class...&lt;br /&gt;and get away with it..&lt;br /&gt;just because of their background... or mayb even because their parents think that they are angels...&lt;div 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Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-6422202510504478380</id><published>2010-04-12T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:20:12.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing....</title><content type='html'>Many times i sit and think....&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep it out... but it still comes back in...&lt;br /&gt;Floating at the back of my head.....&lt;br /&gt;Sinking in the depths of my heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing... only one thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longing in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;The words that are sealed shut...&lt;br /&gt;Aching to come out...&lt;br /&gt;but... unable to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared...&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... i've come this far not to think of uncertainties...&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting the days...&lt;br /&gt;The hours.. minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to just say or do the right thing....&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to confess... what would change the present and perhaps d future....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only just that one thing...&lt;br /&gt;Just one thing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-6422202510504478380?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/6422202510504478380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=6422202510504478380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-9055236458143256672</id><published>2009-12-15T22:05:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:42:55.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Dramas.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just finish watching a &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SyeZSar-aUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/igrJj-VHRa8/s1600-h/You%27re+Beautiful+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SyeZSar-aUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/igrJj-VHRa8/s200/You%27re+Beautiful+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415465618616772930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Korean Series "You're Beautiful- ANJell".... At 1st i was quite reluctant to watch it... but then, after having watched some snippets of the drama... i ended up watching the whole series in three days... Sze mei said, i consider slow adi lor.... hmm... and i'm like, 3 days seems the fastest for me... like that can slowing enjoy looking at d Korean hotties... haha... Its enough said, those bunch are good looking lor.... Worth watching... quality good-lookingness...  Comparing the lead actor and the suppor&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/Syee0ALyztI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ywmMfz0SXSI/s1600-h/Kang+Shin+Woo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/Syee0ALyztI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ywmMfz0SXSI/s200/Kang+Shin+Woo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415471693176164050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ting one... i'd prefer the supporting one.... hehe... Anyhow, the storyline was kinda catchy.. unlike the others.. but somehow, i felt that the plot seems like a repetition from other korean dramas...  Its like there will be a spoiled, ill-tempered, egoistic, kiasu guy who would be the main character, then there will be one that is a pure gentleman not to mention a helpless romantic who in the process  is the bestfriend and then a bubbly one which is like the "kimchi" of the show... the girl who is the leading actress will be soft, cute, the target to be bullied and will always fall in love with the main actor who then plays to always bully her and treat her like crap...  Then the pure gentleman in the show will never get the girl... its like he's just chasing a ghost and at the end of the show, he will just be so "wai tai" to let the "best friend" get the girl.... Oh...oh... not forgetting, the villainette of the show will be a super bitchy and equally spoilt brat who will fight with the main actress for her love.... awww... kesian kan?? Not to mention, the storyline will be at some part of the show, the conflicts are because of family background or not a sad and tragic past that either parties cant forget... but then at the end of it, love conquers all.. and happily ever after..... wa wa wa~~~!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SyefpIjSSoI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EpBVL9iLKu0/s1600-h/Tae+Kyung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SyefpIjSSoI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EpBVL9iLKu0/s200/Tae+Kyung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415472605955246722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are some good points in watching this though.. 1st it potrays the different kinds of personalities p  eople in this world.... both genders included... but then, it also creates an illusion, fantasy.... something that only exist in novels or best still anime... haha... Honestly, i think they potray most  of it like how a comic artist would in a comic script or anime.... Over the past 3 days, i got really sucked into this...haha.... seriously, its like all of a sudden u find yourself looking for everything that is related to the drama series.. from soundtracks to biodatas to videos... I have to admit that the soundtrack for most of the series are good stuff.. although some can be a bit of a repetition but then, it has its own trademarks... In a way, korean drama's are short and they have a complete story in about 25 episodes?? best part is they dont have continuations like the english ones, you know like season 1 then season 2....  its kinda sucky when it gets to the subsequent seasons... the plot totally gets messed up... example, like HEROES or SUPERNATURAL..... geez... sad lar... it was nice to watch then it started getting all complicated.... sometimes sticking to the simple and relevant would be good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SyefRNnISUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/iR7mvc0mdsE/s1600-h/You%27re+Beautiful-+ANJELL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 70px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SyefRNnISUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/iR7mvc0mdsE/s200/You%27re+Beautiful-+ANJELL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415472194996685122" 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Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SyeZSar-aUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/igrJj-VHRa8/s72-c/You%27re+Beautiful+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-8809429731910497021</id><published>2009-12-08T14:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:02:01.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Market Sweeeep....</title><content type='html'>Talk bout walking into a shop....&lt;br /&gt;and without thinking... grabbing anything, and everything you want....&lt;br /&gt;I've just recovered from a 2nd trauma....&lt;br /&gt;This time we're talking 6 baskets full and.... 2 crates of drinks....&lt;br /&gt;Geez.... talking bout wishes coming true... haha...&lt;br /&gt;This is even better....&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the chips, cokes, chocolates.....&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe that its 'see and grab'....&lt;br /&gt;Entering the shop is like entering a shopping war zone....&lt;br /&gt;You see... you grab....&lt;br /&gt;Though there were some stuffs that where rationed...&lt;br /&gt;But what the heck....&lt;br /&gt;6 baskets full.... melimpah-limpah....&lt;br /&gt;Cekap siut!!....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-8809429731910497021?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8809429731910497021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-3214361693714476319</id><published>2009-12-07T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:18:26.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay...okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone's pretty fed-up of visiting this blog....&lt;br /&gt;Its still the same thing since September... OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yea... That's right... I'm damn right lazy.....&lt;br /&gt;Haha.... time flies... and its time for a new beginning....&lt;br /&gt;The first step into my career.... geez....&lt;br /&gt;prestigious so to speak...but honestly....&lt;br /&gt;I feel the wave of responsibilities coming down on me...&lt;br /&gt;even now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to know where's posting....&lt;br /&gt;Gosh... the suspense is seriously killing me....&lt;br /&gt;But then... i choose to bury it underneath...&lt;br /&gt;The 'Que Sera Sera' attitude...&lt;br /&gt;*God please forgive me....&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... He the one deciding where's best for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-3214361693714476319?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/3214361693714476319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=3214361693714476319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/3214361693714476319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/3214361693714476319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/12/omg.html' title='OMG!!!!'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-5664459910775503076</id><published>2009-09-03T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:22:12.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Act VI- Priscilla</title><content type='html'>Thus for a while he stood, and mused by the shore of the ocean,&lt;br /&gt; Thinking of many things, and most of all of Priscilla;&lt;br /&gt; And as if thought had the power to draw to itself, like the loadstone,&lt;br /&gt; Whatsoever it touches, by subtile laws of its nature,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo! as he turned to depart, Priscilla was standing beside him. &lt;br /&gt; "Are you so much offended, you will not speak to me?" said she.&lt;br /&gt; "Am I so much to blame, that yesterday, when you were pleading&lt;br /&gt; Warmly the cause of another, my heart, impulsive and wayward,&lt;br /&gt; Pleaded your own, and spake out, forgetful perhaps of decorum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly you can forgive me for speaking so frankly, for saying&lt;br /&gt; What I ought not to have said, yet now I can never unsay it;&lt;br /&gt; For there are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion,&lt;br /&gt; That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble&lt;br /&gt; Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday I was shocked, when I heard you speak of Miles Standish,&lt;br /&gt; Praising his virtues, transforming his very defects into virtues,&lt;br /&gt; Praising his courage and strength, and even his fighting in Flanders,&lt;br /&gt; As if by fighting alone you could win the heart of a woman,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite overlooking yourself and the rest, in exalting your hero.&lt;br /&gt; Therefore I spake as I did, by an irresistible impulse.&lt;br /&gt; You will forgive me, I hope, for the sake of the friendship between us,&lt;br /&gt; Which is too true and too sacred to be so easily broken!"&lt;br /&gt; Thereupon answered John Alden, the scholar, the friend of Miles Standish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was not angry with you, with myself alone I was angry,&lt;br /&gt; Seeing how badly I managed the matter I had in my keeping."&lt;br /&gt; "No!" interrupted the maiden, with answer prompt and decisive;&lt;br /&gt; "No; you were angry with me, for speaking so frankly and freely.&lt;br /&gt; It was wrong, I acknowledge; for it is the fate of a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless,&lt;br /&gt; Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence.&lt;br /&gt; Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women&lt;br /&gt; Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers&lt;br /&gt; Running through caverns of darkness, unheard, unseen, and unfruitful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chafing their channels of stone, with endless and profitless murmurs."&lt;br /&gt; Thereupon answered John Alden, the young man, the lover of women:&lt;br /&gt; "Heaven forbid it, Priscilla; and truly they seem to me always&lt;br /&gt; More like the beautiful rivers that watered the garden of Eden,&lt;br /&gt; More like the river Euphrates, through deserts of Havilah flowing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filling the land with delight, and memories sweet of the garden!"&lt;br /&gt; "Ah, by these words, I can see," again interrupted the maiden,&lt;br /&gt; "How very little you prize me, or care for what I am saying.&lt;br /&gt; When from the depths of my heart, in pain and with secret misgiving,&lt;br /&gt; Frankly I speak to you, asking for sympathy only and kindness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straightway you take up my words, that are plain and direct and in earnest,&lt;br /&gt; Turn them away from their meaning, and answer with flattering phrases.&lt;br /&gt; This is not right, is not just, is not true to the best that is in you;&lt;br /&gt; For I know and esteem you, and feel that your nature is noble,&lt;br /&gt; Lifting mine up to a higher, a more ethereal level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I value your friendship, and feel it perhaps the more keenly&lt;br /&gt; If you say aught that implies I am only as one among many,&lt;br /&gt; If you make use of those common and complimentary phrases&lt;br /&gt; Most men think so fine, in dealing and speaking with women,&lt;br /&gt; But which women reject as insipid, if not as insulting."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Mute and amazed was Alden; and listened and looked at Priscilla,&lt;br /&gt; Thinking he never had seen her more fair, more divine in her beauty.&lt;br /&gt; He who but yesterday pleaded so glibly the cause of another,&lt;br /&gt; Stood there embarrassed and silent, and seeking in vain for an answer.&lt;br /&gt; So the maiden went on, and little divined or imagined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was at work in his heart, that made him so awkward and speechless.&lt;br /&gt; "Let us, then, be what we are, and speak what we think, and in all things&lt;br /&gt; Keep ourselves loyal to truth, and the sacred professions of friendship.&lt;br /&gt; It is no secret I tell you, nor am I ashamed to declare it:&lt;br /&gt; I have liked to be with you, to see you, to speak with you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was hurt at your words, and a little affronted to hear you&lt;br /&gt; Urge me to marry your friend, though he were the Captain Miles Standish.&lt;br /&gt; For I must tell you the truth: much more to me is your friendship&lt;br /&gt; Than all the love he could give, were he twice the hero you think him."&lt;br /&gt; Then she extended her hand, and Alden, who eagerly grasped it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt all the wounds in his heart, that were aching and bleeding so sorely,&lt;br /&gt; Healed by the touch of that hand, and he said, with a voice full of feeling:&lt;br /&gt; "Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship&lt;br /&gt; Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Casting a farewell look at the glimmering sail of the Mayflower,&lt;br /&gt;Distant, but still in sight, and sinking below the horizon,&lt;br /&gt; Homeward together they walked, with a strange, indefinite feeling,&lt;br /&gt; That all the rest had departed and left them alone in the desert.&lt;br /&gt; But, as they went through the fields in the blessing and smile of the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt; Lighter grew their hearts, and Priscilla said very archly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now that our terrible Captain has gone in pursuit of the Indians,&lt;br /&gt; Where he is happier far than he would be commanding a household,&lt;br /&gt; You may speak boldly, and tell me of all that happened between you,&lt;br /&gt; When you returned last night, and said how ungrateful you found me."&lt;br /&gt; Thereupon answered John Alden, and told her the whole of the story,--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told her his own despair, and the direful wrath of Miles Standish.&lt;br /&gt; Whereat the maiden smiled, and said between laughing and earnest,&lt;br /&gt; "He is a little chimney, and heated hot in a moment!"&lt;br /&gt; But as he gently rebuked her, and told her how much he had suffered,--&lt;br /&gt; How he had even determined to sail that day in the Mayflower,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And had remained for her sake, on hearing the dangers that threatened,--&lt;br /&gt; All her manner was changed, and she said with a faltering accent,&lt;br /&gt; "Truly I thank you for this: how good you have been to me always!"&lt;br /&gt; Thus, as a pilgrim devout, who toward Jerusalem journeys,&lt;br /&gt; Taking three steps in advance, and one reluctantly backward,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urged by importunate zeal, and withheld by pangs of contrition;&lt;br /&gt; Slowly but steadily onward, receding yet ever advancing,&lt;br /&gt; Journeyed this Puritan youth to the Holy Land of his longings,&lt;br /&gt; Urged by the fervor of love, and withheld by remorseful&lt;br /&gt; misgivings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-5664459910775503076?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/5664459910775503076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=5664459910775503076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/5664459910775503076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/5664459910775503076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/09/act-vi-priscilla.html' title='Act VI- Priscilla'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-3377725299047974867</id><published>2009-08-21T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:35:25.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Date....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you. The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my &lt;b&gt;MOTHER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. "What's wrong, are you well?" she asked. My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;"I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you," I responded. "Just the two of us." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much." That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up. I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, "she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting". We went to a restaurant that, although not classy, it was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "I was the one who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more than I could have&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;imagined," I answered. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have time to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meantfor me. I love you, son.." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in  time: "&lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "&lt;u&gt;some other time&lt;/u&gt;." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-3377725299047974867?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/3377725299047974867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=3377725299047974867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/3377725299047974867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/3377725299047974867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/08/date.html' title='The Date....'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-1733378413478164948</id><published>2009-07-24T16:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:29:46.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in a life of A Trainee.... *Descriptive..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Practical's been a bomb this time round.... honestly... super gila busy... dunno what seems to be the hassle.... for d 1st week.... 2am is the earliest to sleep... hah... just imagine waking up at 6 in the morning looking like a zombie.... dragging ur feet along as you get ready to meet the kids in school.... hmm... Okay... then you reach the school compound noticing that you're 15 minutes away to being late..  blushes a 'thank God' expression on your face that you're not a real teacher yet... coz if you are, you might have a 'Anda Lewat' blinking on the card scanner as you swipe it... after that... you make your way to the staff room.... parking yourself at your table... you realise that its time to enter the classroom... B.M is the 1st lesson of the day for the class of 3 B.... making your way up the staircase...repremanding a few student for loitering around the corridor... you enter the classroom... only to find that your students are late after Physical Education Class.... You take a deep breathe and look at your watch.... 5.... 4... 3... 2... 1..... footsteps of kids running... the sound gets louder...and louder.... then a sudden stop... two heads pop out from the side of the door... a silent surprise... as they see you looking down at them..... a cold look.... before you needed to open your mouth... they walk into the classroom.... After trying your best in completing the lesson plan you painfully scripted down last night... you end up yelling at a bunch of them for not paying attention.... you go on...and on...and on... nagging... (in a way) and stomping off coz you were seriously too pissed.... Find... end of class for the day... You head back to the staff room to pen down the reflections of the day and perhaps a sketched out draft of tomorrows lesson plan.... but before you know it... your up for class relieve... darn it... there goes the lesson plan draft your about to plan... yet, you do have a chance to 'lepak' with the old school teachers who in a way... brightens out your in between gloomy and sunny day.... tick-tock...tick-tock.... time flies.... and  school's over... finally... a sigh of relief.... your reflexes sorta starts getting back its rhythm... your eyes tend to brighten up... you pack up your things and head back home.... end of one day in the 6 weeks of practical... whats up next tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-1733378413478164948?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/1733378413478164948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=1733378413478164948&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/1733378413478164948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/1733378413478164948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-life-of-trainee-descriptive.html' title='A Day in a life of A Trainee.... *Descriptive..'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-5799847890701730879</id><published>2009-06-29T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:38:38.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Drops on My Window....</title><content type='html'>Rain drops gently on my window....&lt;br /&gt;Pitter...Patter.... goes its rhythm.....soothing and yet...uncertain....&lt;br /&gt;Rain drops gently on my window....&lt;br /&gt;Steadily... like the tears trickling down my heart...&lt;br /&gt;As it flows over the open wounds that so painfully appear....&lt;br /&gt;Rain drops gently on my window....&lt;br /&gt;Slowly washing illusions of you that have stained my soul...&lt;br /&gt;Leaving watermarks of emotions and memories.....both bitter and sweet....&lt;br /&gt;Sweetness of euphoria...&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness of gall....&lt;br /&gt;Rain drops gently on my window....&lt;br /&gt;May the aftermath bring beauty and clarity....&lt;br /&gt;With the floral freshness and clear skies....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-5799847890701730879?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/5799847890701730879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=5799847890701730879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/5799847890701730879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/5799847890701730879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/06/rain-drops-on-my-window.html' title='Rain Drops on My Window....'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-8207831907327897997</id><published>2009-06-28T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:56:16.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patch Up My Broken Heart.... Please....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Love is a beautiful feeling... but it hurts like nuts too....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3 and a half year just flew past me in a blink of an eye... It ended 2 days ago.... I still cant believe its over.... Why?...Why?... Why?.... It started off perfect...it seems that we were going to be together forever...  But everything fell apart... I know still love him... but i have to let him go... The song 'Taking Back My Love' by Enrique Iglesias and Ciara is ringing over and over again.... But my heart...is ripping apart... I woke up this morning, the 3rd morning after the break up.. all i can think of is him.... i see him everywhere... in my head... in the mirror... even in the songs playing on the radio...  I just wish i could forward time... just a bit faster... at least it would clear my head... At least the pain would decrease.... God I need u here with me now... i'm so empty.... life seems like its ticking away with no meaning.... My head tells me what i know i must do... but my heart is radiating the memories of the past....memories that i'd always cherish... if only... if only... But destiny is yet to be written.... my life is at a crossroad where i need to make the right decision now... i want time... i want space... at least it would give my heart a rest to heal from the wounds and sores.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-8207831907327897997?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8207831907327897997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=8207831907327897997&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/8207831907327897997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/8207831907327897997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/06/patch-up-my-broken-heart-please.html' title='Patch Up My Broken Heart.... Please....'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-8292140334047493266</id><published>2009-06-12T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:44:53.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day... part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never regretted getting into the car with my sis and parents to K.L.... It was loads of gila babi fun.... My mum was getting her annual check up in K.L General Hospital... 50/50 decision of whether to follow or not... K.L... sigh... the thought of it was like... congesting my brain... i imagine the amount of people, pollution, shopping (with an empty pocket)... gosh, that sucks... My elder sister, is one hell of a woman... cant believe she actually got leave last minute...for the sake of joining us on our gallavanting riot in K.L... Before the actual event of the day, my dad dropped my mum off at the hospital while we (dad, anna, grandma and me) went to get some other errants done... Shit!! cant believe that people just cant be punctual... come on, waiting for the office to be open took us  a visit to Ampang's TESCO and 45 minutes of waiting... hah!! not to mention, having my dad signatured with beautiful bird droppings while waiting... Imagine this... driving around K.L city with a shit-smeared brand new Nissan, Grand Livina...isnt cool... Anyway, after the long and dreadful wait... we went to pick up my mum and elder sister....headed to the fruit market.... We loaded up on all the local delicacies... mangosteens, mangoes, lychees, langsat and salak.... it was like in a fruit heaven... The rest of the day was spent in Pavillion... Lepak... makan... window shop...lepak and makan....  thats all we did...We had a Japanese Lunch... who whould have thought that my parents and grandma would actually agree to that...but it was a surprise that day.... but it was great to be with my two sisters... the crazy three... i think we did drive our parent a little nuts... with all the jokes and not to mention nonsense talk... i didnt even think that my mum would want to have anything to do with our little chitter-chatter.... hah!! to my surprise... my mum simply joined in... adding a little nonsense of her own.... Dad was also in the game...  My grandma is seriously the best grandma ever... Sporting and versatile... come on... she jokes...laughs along with us when we're at our nonsense... and she drank a cup of Coffee Bean coffee... how cooler can that get? Anyway, my dad bought a new camera... thanks to Anna for sweet talking with the sales guy... we got it for a good price...inclusive of a few door gifts... honestly, i thought that the sales guy was pretty cute... at first i thought he was Chinese... but in fact... he was Malay... hahaha... Luckily, i didnt think of speaking mandrin to him... what a loser i'd be... tsk...tsk.... We went shop after shop...level after level... then it came to the end of the lepak session...and time to head home.... it was indeed a great family day...  I knew my dad would be a K.O case... so i drove us home.... loved it... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-8292140334047493266?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8292140334047493266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=8292140334047493266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/8292140334047493266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/8292140334047493266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-day-part-i.html' title='Family Day... part I'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-1024390892403435533</id><published>2009-06-04T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:18:02.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Lover??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Growing up as a child... i did have my fair share of chances keeping pets... from chicks to rabbits and fishes.... but it sort off tagged off as i went through my teenage life... Funny as it seem to be, my mum just had this thing for hamsters... we had one when i was in Standard 5 but it lived only a year... Hamsters are just adorable little things.. just as long as they don't have the habit of nibbling on your fingers... *ouch.... Now, i'm into dogs.... i cant help but sigh in adoration when i see that cute little puppy or dog... i would say i prefer dogs to cats... minus the drool and all but, they just lovely little creatures... i cant keep one now, coz my dad i allergic to fur.... wont want him to sneeze the house down right.... tsk..tsk...  just cant wait to have one of my own... practicing on facebook doesnt give me the real kick... oh well, just have to wait and see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-1024390892403435533?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/1024390892403435533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=1024390892403435533&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/1024390892403435533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/1024390892403435533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/06/pet-lover.html' title='Pet Lover??'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-3416237444768365778</id><published>2009-06-02T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:34:06.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ride Home.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My journey home from Ipoh wasnt a very pleasant one... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The bus took an extra long route and it was raining cats and dogs passing the Nilai highway....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Air-con wasnt really cooling me off either.... the feeling of missing and home jumbled up inside me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To much to handle, all at once... That didnt stop there... the time of arrival was an hour later than usual.... In addition to that, i bumped my head while getting off the bus... and had quite a bloody accident while trying to get my luggage from d cabin below... i hit my lips on the side of the cabin door... the taste of blood was unrecognizable...but i knew if just wounded myself... stranger eyes follow me as i made my way clumsily towards the waiting area... sky still drizzling... my heart was screaming in pain and annoyance...hoping for my transport to arrive soon.... in the mean time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fumbling around in my bag for a pack of tissue paper to stop the bleeding.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First a look to the right... and then another to the left... and then to the right again.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was then, i spotted a small red car heading in my direction.... with a sigh of relief... i hurried myself towards the stopping vehicle...got in... and awaited the moment of arrival home..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-3416237444768365778?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/3416237444768365778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=3416237444768365778&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/3416237444768365778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/3416237444768365778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/06/ride-home.html' title='The Ride Home.....'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-8711499055192853833</id><published>2009-05-19T09:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:53:12.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies and Blue Skies.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/ShIPjgWANSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/56A0lXt01kU/s1600-h/columbus_king.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/ShIPjgWANSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/56A0lXt01kU/s200/columbus_king.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337345611039520034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A fresh new season for heart-strings to be pulled.... and for sunshines... she wishes that she could pull out as much happiness and smiles from the 'magic-box' that so promises anything... In the journey with the owner of the 'magic-box', he plants daises in this adamish girl's garden, sends gentle breezes and teases her mind with metaphors... How far can the magic-box go, she has seriously no idea... What is the owner of the 'magic'box' have up his sleeve that increases the curiousity of this adamish girl with every slightest second.. is it just great company, or does he have love in mind...?? Everything seems too undefined, the owner of the 'magic-box' is too unpredictable... camouflaging every word spoken with a layer of dignity... but it definately gives her a taste of butterflies and blue skies every day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-8711499055192853833?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8711499055192853833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=8711499055192853833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/8711499055192853833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/8711499055192853833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/05/butterflies-and-blue-skies.html' title='Butterflies and Blue Skies.....'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/ShIPjgWANSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/56A0lXt01kU/s72-c/columbus_king.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-7442685151187002686</id><published>2009-05-19T09:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:52:31.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so FINAL afterall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life isnt as complicated as it seems... but when you're with people who have brains like a malfunction switch then you're definately in for some serious problems... first a yes... then a no... then a yes again...then a no... whats this mean?? it means the person is super inconsiderate... selfish and have no sense of manners... So what if you have your own problem... there's always 2 choices... either a you deal with it or eat it up... well for some people that i know, have neither both... put on a mask... and then when they think its time to take it off, wah-la... chaos.. they get what they one coz orang tak sampai hati not to... and the other party... can only makan hati... hmm.. the case of fickle minded people should be whipped and fried in butter... they not only&lt;br /&gt;cause mental damage...but social damage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/ShIP-HBzGoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/X2Bvk8QqQ8Y/s1600-h/sad+bride+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/ShIP-HBzGoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/X2Bvk8QqQ8Y/s200/sad+bride+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337346068100356738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-7442685151187002686?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/7442685151187002686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=7442685151187002686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/7442685151187002686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/7442685151187002686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-so-final-afterall.html' title='Not so FINAL afterall'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/ShIP-HBzGoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/X2Bvk8QqQ8Y/s72-c/sad+bride+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-9068815790283510956</id><published>2009-05-18T11:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:54:03.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Desicion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amidst the hassle of preparing for exams... a problem arises concerning accommodation for the following semester... after much headaches and heartaches.... a final decision was made... 3 houses... 3 groups of us...but the best part is... we are going to be neighbours... a very brilliant thing... since practical involves everyone... transport is not a problem anymore.. i might get a room to myself if necessary...which is even better... i think its a bonus for me... and not forgetting... i wont be staying with my current roommate.... not to be bad... but i think its a good thing... saves me the social stresses i've be tolerating for the past 3 and a half years... its not that we're enemies... but i think, going separate ways would do us good... besides, she she has more luck on her side...and i dont have to worry anymore.... i do hope that this shifting will bring out the best in everyone and help us mature to another level of adulthood...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-9068815790283510956?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-6483073170568909088</id><published>2009-05-17T09:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:01:07.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsiderate Buggers....</title><content type='html'>Final semester.... 5 months away... News is out that all final year students have to stay outside the campus... how ridiculous can that get?? Its just a week away from the final exam.. and 2 weeks away from the semester break... what a perfect timing to inform us... What are they thinking la... What, a house can just drop from the sky with just a snap of the fingers.... How bout those students who dont have transport?? walk to college issit? or even better, cycle.. Raining how?? Home schooling issit.... Dummies laa these people.. At least let us be as we are till end of the year... then we wont bug them anymore... All last minute work... paling 'tau yen' wan... sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-6483073170568909088?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/6483073170568909088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=6483073170568909088&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/6483073170568909088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/6483073170568909088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/05/inconsiderate-buggers.html' title='Inconsiderate Buggers....'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-4030117611167270965</id><published>2009-05-16T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:15:58.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cracks &amp; Aches....</title><content type='html'>Damn... its been 6 hours of being awake... my body quivers...sweats and pops... &lt;br /&gt;I'm aching everywhere... whats the matter with me... i wish there was a machine invented to lash me straight...loosening my joints and muscles... another 15 minutes passed... i wish this slow but subtle agony would finally cease...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-4030117611167270965?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/4030117611167270965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=4030117611167270965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/4030117611167270965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/4030117611167270965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/05/cracks-aches.html' title='Cracks &amp; Aches....'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-3999848757671254990</id><published>2009-05-16T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:34:22.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step Closer.....</title><content type='html'>Its another step closer to being a teacher... and today, its teacher's day... another symbol of teachership for us... today... A special day for a group of special people to be remembered...to be appreciated... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to all these individuals that have made me who i am today... this post is a special shout out to all of you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Ng             - Primary Class Teacher&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Gan            - Primary Music Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lim (Garfield)  - Secondary Add Maths Teacher&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Lan (Po Chi Lam)- Secondary Moral teacher&lt;br /&gt;En. Fadil           - Secondary Bio teacher&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Parimala        - Form 3 Class Teacher&lt;br /&gt;Mdm. Ong            - Form 2 English Teacher&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Thong           - Headmaster&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Koh             - Best Secondary BM Teacher (role model)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Earnest         - Best English Lecturer&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Nik             - Best Sporting Gamelan Lecturer&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Hashima         - Saluted BM lecturer&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Khairi          - Best Tutor&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mhd Noor        - Phonology inspiring lecturer&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Baha            - Superb Penyelaras Kursus PISMK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very big thank you to all of you... for being an inspiring model to me... Now, as i will take that step into the field...i hope to the imprinting of good values with me... to be shared...and passed on to the future generation... God bless.. and May His love be on all of these individuals who have given more than what is expected.... Happy Teacher's Day.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-3999848757671254990?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/3999848757671254990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=3999848757671254990&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/3999848757671254990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/3999848757671254990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-step-closer.html' title='One Step Closer.....'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-7182591792049413786</id><published>2009-05-15T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:40:10.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Size does Matter....</title><content type='html'>It can be very depressing sometimes being tall and largely built...&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine walking along the glass windows of clothes shops... gazing at that super cool dress... but then pauses, to also gaze at the reflected image off the glass.. the reflected image is twice the size of the awesomely cool looking dress... then without thinking twice.. walks off in disappointment... its not that i'm not happy with the way i'm made.. but a girl needs to look good... and here i'm stuck with my jeans and shirt... besides clothes, looking for shoes is also a heck of a task... i need to at least spend RM50 to get a nice decent pair of shoes... cant wear heels...*unless i would like to bump my head on the door post... i sometimes wonder whether i was born in the right country... I wouldnt have a problem overseas.. wouldnt be the odd one out.. shopping would be a breeze for me... height wouldnt be awkwardness... who knows, i'd just end up wearing pj's my entire life... lolz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-7182591792049413786?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/7182591792049413786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=7182591792049413786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/7182591792049413786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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we're settling the final score.&lt;br /&gt;And why do we like to hurt so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide&lt;br /&gt;You have made it harder just to go on&lt;br /&gt;And why, all the possibilities where I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.&lt;br /&gt;And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.&lt;br /&gt;I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn.&lt;br /&gt;Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating (beating)&lt;br /&gt;And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain make your way to me, to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always be just so inviting.&lt;br /&gt;If I ever start to think straight,&lt;br /&gt;This heart will start a riot in me,&lt;br /&gt;Let's start, start, hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we like to hurt so much?&lt;br /&gt;Oh why do we like to hurt so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win!&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't trust myself with anything but this,&lt;br /&gt;And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"Misery Business" by Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the business of misery,&lt;br /&gt;Let's take it from the top.&lt;br /&gt;She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock.&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of time before we all run out,&lt;br /&gt;When I thought he was mine she caught him by the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited eight long months,&lt;br /&gt;She finally set him free.&lt;br /&gt;I told him I couldn't lie he was the only one for me.&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks and we caught on fire,&lt;br /&gt;She's got it out for me,&lt;br /&gt;But I wear the biggest smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I never meant to brag&lt;br /&gt;But I got him where I want him now.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, it was never my intention to brag&lt;br /&gt;To steal it all away from you now.&lt;br /&gt;But God does it feel so good,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got him where I want him now.&lt;br /&gt;And if you could then you know you would.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna just feel so...&lt;br /&gt;It just feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change.&lt;br /&gt;Once a whore you're nothing more, I'm sorry, that'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;And about forgiveness, we're both supposed to have exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry honey, but I passed it up, now look this way.&lt;br /&gt;Well there's a million other girls who do it just like you.&lt;br /&gt;Looking as innocent as possible to get to who,&lt;br /&gt;They want and what they like it's easy if you do it right.&lt;br /&gt;Well I refuse, I refuse, I refuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I never meant to brag&lt;br /&gt;But I got him where I want him now.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, it was never my intention to brag&lt;br /&gt;To steal it all away from you now.&lt;br /&gt;But God does it feel so good,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got him where I want him right now.&lt;br /&gt;And if you could then you know you would.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna just feel so...&lt;br /&gt;It just feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched his wildest dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Not one of them involving you&lt;br /&gt;Just watch my wildest dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Not one of them involving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I never meant to brag&lt;br /&gt;But I got him where I want him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I never meant to brag&lt;br /&gt;But I got him where I want him now.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, it was never my intention to brag&lt;br /&gt;To steal it all away from you now.&lt;br /&gt;But God does it feel so good,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got him where I want him now.&lt;br /&gt;And if you could then you know you would.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna just feel so...&lt;br /&gt;It just feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dan Sebenarnya by Yuna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bulan&lt;br /&gt;Enggan melayan diriku lagi&lt;br /&gt;Pabila&lt;br /&gt;Air mata membasahi pipi&lt;br /&gt;Dan lagu-lagu di radio&lt;br /&gt;Seolah olah memerli aku&lt;br /&gt;Pabila&lt;br /&gt;Kau bersama yang lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah perasaan benci ini&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya cinta&lt;br /&gt;Yang masih&lt;br /&gt;Bersemadi untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Dan sebenarnya ku mengharapkan&lt;br /&gt;Disebalik senyumanmu itu&lt;br /&gt;Kau juga&lt;br /&gt;Merindui aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku enggan&lt;br /&gt;Berpura-pura ku bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Ku enggan&lt;br /&gt;Melihat kau bersama si dia&lt;br /&gt;Oh ku akui cemburu&lt;br /&gt;Mula menular dalam diri&lt;br /&gt;Pabila&lt;br /&gt;Kau bersama yang lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ulang chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pabila kau merenung matanya&lt;br /&gt;Ku rebah&lt;br /&gt;Jatuh ke bumi&lt;br /&gt;Disaat kau benar benar mahu pergi&lt;br /&gt;Seperti ku bernafas dalam air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ulang chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sebenarnya&lt;br /&gt;Dan sebenarnya&lt;br /&gt;Aku rindu&lt;br /&gt;Dan sebenarnya&lt;br /&gt;Dan sebenarnya&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak mampu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa mu....&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Sizuka! by PopShuvit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada yang umpama kasih yang pertama&lt;br /&gt;Ku luaskan indera merangkul adinda&lt;br /&gt;Tiada yang sejati tiada yang seindah&lt;br /&gt;Kasihmu ku bawa ke mana saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di langit bumi kota Nagoya&lt;br /&gt;Berputik cinta ku semula&lt;br /&gt;Sekian lama ku kecewa&lt;br /&gt;Hadirmu bagai lentera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampir layu ku separuh mati&lt;br /&gt;Di belai ku kasihmu bersemi&lt;br /&gt;Kau suntikku lalu kau bisik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mata terpejamku celik&lt;br /&gt;Semangat berputik&lt;br /&gt;Kerna kau tak peduli&lt;br /&gt;Trimaku sepenuh hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mata terpejamku celik&lt;br /&gt;Semangat berputik&lt;br /&gt;Kerana kau beri Mentari&lt;br /&gt;Kembali Percaya diri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sizuka&lt;br /&gt;Ku tunggumu&lt;br /&gt;Na……&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sizuka&lt;br /&gt;Ku tunggu panggilanmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sizuka konichiwa&lt;br /&gt;Apa Khabarmu&lt;br /&gt;Oh sizuka ku tak lupa&lt;br /&gt;Ingatkah kamu&lt;br /&gt;Oh sizuka Bila waktu&lt;br /&gt;Lamaku tunggu&lt;br /&gt;Oh sizuka Ku tunggu panggilanmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishiteru sayang Sizuka&lt;br /&gt;(Tunggu ku di sana)&lt;br /&gt;Kisu shite mo-ii Sizuka&lt;br /&gt;(selamanya)&lt;br /&gt;Itsumo suki-dayo Sizuka&lt;br /&gt;(Kita kan bersama)&lt;br /&gt;Aishiteru sayang Sizuka&lt;br /&gt;(Ke akhirnya)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-3505516809516246305?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/3505516809516246305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=3505516809516246305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/3505516809516246305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/3505516809516246305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-current-favorite-songs.html' title='My Current Favorite Songs...'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-3941966899158218240</id><published>2009-05-14T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:20:58.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back in the Game....</title><content type='html'>After exactly 4 years of not touching the basketball.... i did it.... Man!! did it feel good, reminds me so much of the gang back in old town Ipoh when basketball was the craze... i mean, we could just get to the court, the earlier the better... warm up a little and then "game on"... we played till we couldnt see the hoop anymore.. what a time... i missed that a lot.. Anyway, today's the 4th day i went to shoot hoops... but like tak puas.. time so short coz had to rush back before the azan..sigh... it quite a hold-back when you have to be considerate.. its like time its so limited.. besides that, today..woei chun &amp; his friend vincent came to join us at the last minute.. didnt do much, just shoot hoops... we did manage to get a conversation going though... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-3941966899158218240?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/3941966899158218240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=3941966899158218240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/3941966899158218240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/3941966899158218240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back-in-game.html' title='I&apos;m Back in the Game....'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-601648072422187635</id><published>2009-05-14T09:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:38:51.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sudden Attack of The Mind....</title><content type='html'>Exam is in a weeks time... Why must i recall everything done to hurt me at this time?? Shouldn't i be at least focused on my revision?? Dont ask me not to think too much isnt going to be a solution.... i know its there... Here's the thing, in the past 4 years with him, there were some moments of our arguements some harsh things were said... it hurt bad... i dont know whether i've totally forgotten about it... but must it pop up and show its ugly face at me at this present time??  argh.. everything seem so jumbled up now...i'm living in a box... In the corners of my mind, all i can question is, what am i fighting for?? am i still able to fight for love? to go on persevering and taking every single blow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-601648072422187635?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/601648072422187635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=601648072422187635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/601648072422187635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/601648072422187635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/05/sudden-attack-of-mind.html' title='A Sudden Attack of The Mind....'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-1373282335619370757</id><published>2009-05-14T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:48:35.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gomenasai... thousand apologies....</title><content type='html'>Hey ppl.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of apologies... i do admit i kinda suck as a blogger... maybe that's one of the other reasons why i have emotional stress sometimes... bottled up feelings... unable to speak out what i feel... besides that, guilt for not updating my closest friends on my life... Anyway, in conclusion.... i have to be back in business now.. Cheers to blogging.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-1373282335619370757?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/1373282335619370757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=1373282335619370757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/1373282335619370757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/1373282335619370757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/05/gomenasai-thousand-apologies.html' title='Gomenasai... thousand apologies....'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-6847515384467811477</id><published>2009-01-20T09:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:55:17.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Depth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I mean its gonna be the real thing very very soon...I just dont feel ready laa... preparation to teach... i really hope to do a good job instead of justsitting down and complaining of how the education system in Malaysia sucks.... Problems are already there from the very start.... since merdeka... just that the goverment is too ignorant of the main issue.... their like putting make up on a pimple... doesnt really cure it... but just to conceal it... its funny how the ministers dont even send their kids to goverment school for crying out loud... and then have the cheek to mess it up... Not to mention... changing the syllabus like changing clothes...Hey, thats our money your using.... besides that... too many implementations to cope...well, enough bout that...the posting form... my mind's so jumbled thinking bout that part too... to many possiblities to be prepared for.... i want to be posted nearby home... its only fair that i do that anyway... i've been 5 and a half years away from home... I just wana be around my parents... my grandma.... but then its times when you're away from your comfort zone that you grow up... true...true... whatever's best.... i guess.... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-6847515384467811477?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/6847515384467811477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=6847515384467811477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/6847515384467811477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/6847515384467811477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-depth.html' title='In Depth...'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-3684757618037074081</id><published>2009-01-20T09:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:53:22.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh... Bloody Hell....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darn...&lt;/span&gt; what a great way to greet the new semester....Water shortage.... too many students and too little water...We've always had water problem once in a while... but this is way over....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It lasted over one whole day and night... it seems the water pressure is to low to fill the tank in time for us all to use.... thank God we havent resulted to cat fighting to get water yet... Phew!! I mean... come on, our college has only enough for just the few of us trainees... then in comes an overload of 1000 students.... hmmm... now you ask me... who took up all the water??? Couldnt get a goodnight's sleep thinking bout whether the next day we will have water o not... or we'd have to wake up extra water to go water hunting.... the funny part is... my block is the port for everyone to come get their water...just imagine 3 blocks of students using one tank of water.... yea... over populated.... i even had to limit the amount of water i drink man.... gee... dahlah i drink like a camel.... cant wait for the new intakes to find outside accomodations....at least that would be one other problem to worry bout.... its kinda pityful to see 6 people sharing a room built for 2....i can actually picture their sleeping positions wei... haha... think of it... 6 people as tall as me in a room for 2... *shaking head... Physical torture.... hmmmm..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-3684757618037074081?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/3684757618037074081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=3684757618037074081&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/3684757618037074081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/3684757618037074081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-bloody-hell.html' title='Oh... Bloody Hell....'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-2347747114618851970</id><published>2009-01-20T09:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:33:57.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Men &amp; Women....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things guys should know bout us girls....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;When a Girl is quiet ..&lt;/span&gt;. millions of things are running in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;When a Girl is not arguing ..&lt;/span&gt;. she is thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;When a Girl looks at u with eyes full of questions ...&lt;/span&gt; she is wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how long you will be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;When a Girl answers ' I'm fine ' after a few seconds ...&lt;/span&gt; she is not at all fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When a Girl stares at you ..&lt;/span&gt;. she is wondering why you are lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;When a Girl lays on your chest ...&lt;/span&gt; she is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When a Girl wants to see you everyday..&lt;/span&gt;. she wants to be pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;When a Girl says ' I love you ' ...&lt;/span&gt; she means it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When a Girl says ' I miss you ' ...&lt;/span&gt; no one in this world can miss you more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking for the right one??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Find a Guy .. who calls you beautiful instead of hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Who calls you back when you hang up on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wait for the guy who ...  kisses your forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Who holds your hand in front of his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and how lucky he is to have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Who turns to his friends and says, ' That's her!! '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-2347747114618851970?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/2347747114618851970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=2347747114618851970&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/2347747114618851970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/2347747114618851970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-men-women.html' title='For Men &amp; Women....'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-6554190817257054208</id><published>2008-12-24T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T18:51:17.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to say bye bye....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Great friends are like amazing jeans: They offer incredible support and cover your rear when you need it the most. But also like denim, it's easy to get used to a pal who doesn't fit you like she should. Here are some subtle tip-offs that you ought to make yourself less available as your friend's personal therapist or ego-booster...or even move on altogether. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Looking back a few months, you realize you let all her calls go to voice mail, even if you were in a chatty mood, because you couldn't muster the energy for small talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Your boyfriend labels you a "hazmat area" after seeing her because you're so bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Upon noticing her new purse, you obsess over the fact that she blew $200 you lent her years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; After a long talk with her, you eat a pint of Ben and Jerry's to take your mind off her neuroses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; If you have a differing opinion, you reply, "You're probably right." It's easier just to get her off the topic since she hates losing a debate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; She acts accessible but always says "superbusy...but totes wanna hang out soon!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; She tweaks her successes into digs, like "It's funny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; you were the one guys used to hit on, but since I lost 10 pounds, they love me!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;8.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; After you tell her about a life change (e.g., a new job or apartment), you notice her "support" is tethered to concern or doubt ("It's just that I'm so worried about you"). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;9.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; When she's single, you detect she seems a bit pleased when you tell her about a bad date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;10.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; You sometimes walk away from a conversation with her feeling like a stripped car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;11.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; When you see her, you never quite get around to talking about you. But you could write a novel about the crappy boss and hellish landlord she yapped about for 90 minutes straight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;12.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Her e-mail that asks "Wanna meet up?" means one thing: She must've split with her latest guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;13.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; A friend in common mentions something personal you had told your pal in confidence — the third time this year alone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;14.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; You avoid talking about a life crisis because her reply is inevitably "You think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;that's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; bad...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;15.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; She rattles off a list of former pals who are "dead to her" for some betrayal and adds "But you'd never do that to me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-6554190817257054208?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/6554190817257054208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=6554190817257054208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/6554190817257054208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/6554190817257054208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-to-say-bye-bye.html' title='Time to say bye bye....'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-154736065527520722</id><published>2008-12-18T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:10:53.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flasher II...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I woke up late today... I was suppose to go for a jog at City Park early enough to avoid the early sun... My bed was so inviting...the sound of the alarm was like my lullaby... I slept on... Until the sound of the alarm played for the third time... Sheesh!! Ok.. Ok... I'll wake up.. Darn!! the digital numbers on my handphone display showed 7:43am... I'm so late... it either i quit and continue my journey into the dream world... or spank myself up and get ready for a quick jog... I decided i would just take the course around my neighbourhood...at least i can save the travelling time to and fro from the park...and avoid the sun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So, I got up and changed into my PJ's, tied my hair, grabbing my earphones off the telephone desk... I cant jog without music.. It sort of gets me pumped up to workout on the tracks... Just before i stepped out of the house.. A sudden flashback of the freak that stood in the back lanes yesterday played through my mind... I thought,         "Would he be back petrify his victims again today?"... I glanced again at the back lane to where i saw him yesterday...no one.. I'd just take my chances then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The neighbourhood was pretty peaceful this morning... I stopped my to pat my neighbour's dog before starting of my brisk walk.... As i walked, i pass the place where i saw the freak standing... my mind was playing games again with me... a hundred and one questions.... I looked at the time on my handphone... 8.30am.. Still to early i guessed, maybe he'll appear the same time yesterday...that was what i thought... Clearing my mind... i  was determine to complete my exercise task of the day..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;After two and a half rounds, i did my warm downs... my eyes looking toward the back lane now and then... No one... I decided to wait a while longer..so i played with the neighbour's dog to past the time... 10 minutes past... i looked again towards the back lane... No one.. I supposed, the freak chose his spots carefully, not to repeat the same spot more then twice in order to reduce suspicion... I wonder who was his victim today...or did he get caught....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-154736065527520722?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/154736065527520722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=154736065527520722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/154736065527520722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/154736065527520722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2008/12/flasher-ii.html' title='The Flasher II...'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-7339529243314208600</id><published>2008-12-17T23:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:19:07.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flasher...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;At exactly 10.15am this morning, i accidentally became a victim of a flasher... you know.. a sex maniac or pervert who intentionally reveals or shows his private part.. you may think i'm a sexist but its a definate chance that a flasher is a guy... and i use the singular form of 'part' is coz guys have only one thing (physically) valuable enough to show..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Anyways, it started off with me coming back from pilates.. i parked my car at the porch and was making my way to close the gate... when suddenly, i noticed a guy.. (didn't see what race he was) waving at me... at a glance as i was closing the gate i noticed his motion of pulling down his pants.. Oh gosh!! how thankful am i not to look directly at him.. Well, i did think of what would could have happened if i looked directly at him since he was sort of waiting at the back lane of the houses just opposite my house... Trauma?? Some may think... Nah!! to me, it'll just be a trip down my biology lesson on human reproduction... just that now its 3D.. *if you know what i mean...wink...wink.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I couldnt keep quiet bout this.. i was a bit embarassing having to tell my dad what happened... It wasnt his usual... MR.COOL reactions though...He was a bit concern bout this maniac hanging around in our neighbourhood... My mission tommorrow... is to see whether this crazy fella still stops at the same place to look out for his victims... if he is... some means of action should be taken...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-7339529243314208600?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/7339529243314208600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=7339529243314208600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/7339529243314208600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/7339529243314208600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2008/12/flasher.html' title='The Flasher...'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-5306303027110913074</id><published>2008-12-16T23:28:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:29:39.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Event of the Year.... </title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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I'd should say that it was the event of the year...Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. My kindergarden-highschool friend wished me a month earlier on the same date of my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2. I slept early..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. So many phone calls, messages that almost made my inbox explode...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. I got extra $$$$...hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. I had two birthday cakes.. The 1st one was from my Gamelan team.. I really didnt see tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ming... Thank God they loved the cake as much as i did....(loved it so much not to smear my face with it laa...) Phew!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SUhhKp0jgdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JqEPiZZAUN8/s1600-h/DSCF0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SUhhKp0jgdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JqEPiZZAUN8/s200/DSCF0206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280577398744777170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. I got my first eyebrow/ eyeshadow... haha.. Sound like I'm forced to learn to vandalise my face from now on... hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SUfMiyIyUwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cLCIVYf8Rk8/s1600-h/DSC01147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SUfMiyIyUwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cLCIVYf8Rk8/s200/DSC01147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280413986061439746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. I made my Malay friends put a 'tudung' on my head... I didn't look too bad though.. LOL!! But definately, that will be the 1st and last time I'd do that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SUfKsvosBSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-_hDE7dgJm8/s1600-h/S73F5759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SUfKsvosBSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-_hDE7dgJm8/s200/S73F5759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280411958165374242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8. Johnathan gave me a wonderful birthday package... a bottle of Ralph L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;auren perfume,Ferrero's, a self-bulit musical circuit (engineer to be maa...) and not to mention a hand made card...huu... Seriously it was so touching, i literally cried.... I think i'm going to take years to finish that bottle of perfume...jimat laa... things like that don't come always leh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SUfN4L4yFYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ks_y0qlVBcg/s1600-h/DSC01200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SUfN4L4yFYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ks_y0qlVBcg/s200/DSC01200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280415453262517634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9.My best buddies Sharon and Qing...gave me my 2nd birthday cake..and a cute t-shirt... simply BFF la!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;P/S: Just wana say a big thanks to everyone who made my day a very special one.... Its more than i could ever ask for... Cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-5306303027110913074?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/5306303027110913074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=5306303027110913074&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/5306303027110913074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/5306303027110913074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2008/12/event-of-year.html' title='Event of the Year.... '/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SUhhKp0jgdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JqEPiZZAUN8/s72-c/DSCF0206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-5062435345706852635</id><published>2008-11-12T20:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:19:16.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Laughs....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If Fed Ex  and UPS were to merge, would they call it Fed UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do Lipton  Tea employees take coffee breaks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If olive  oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come  from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If people  from Poland are called Poles, why aren't  people from  Holland called  Holes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do infants  enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;If  horrific means to make horrible, does terrific mean  to  Make terrible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Why is it  called building when it is already built?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If a book about failures doesn't sell, is it a success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;If you're  not supposed to drink and drive, then why do  Bars have parking lots?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you  take an Oriental person and spin him around  Several times, does he become disoriented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;If  vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians  eat?? Human ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-5062435345706852635?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/5062435345706852635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=5062435345706852635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/5062435345706852635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/5062435345706852635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just For Laughs....'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-2732099242084309447</id><published>2008-11-01T08:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:40:00.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mirror....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When i look into the mirror....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;All i see is.....an image of neither imaginations nor reality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When i look into the mirror... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;All i see is... the imperfections of my inner self...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When i look into the mirror... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;All i see is... is the mask of who i'm not....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;When i look into the mirror.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;All i see is... everything that i wish i could be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The mirror....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;the one thing that makes you dissatisfied with who you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;of what you've been designed for...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for what you've been chosen to be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;in the past... present and future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-2732099242084309447?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/2732099242084309447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=2732099242084309447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/2732099242084309447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/2732099242084309447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2008/11/mirror.html' title='The Mirror....'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-3333918155166943824</id><published>2008-11-01T08:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:24:47.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Panda's Best Friend.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Have you ever seen a panda?? Yea...yea its this cute little chubby, furry  animal that is black and white in color.... oh... have you noticed its eyes? i think its the most adorable thing ever... two black patches... no need for sunglasses... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hmm... you might be wondering what do i mean by 'The Panda's Best Friend'... the panda's best friend is someone who is lacking sleep...and has eye bags so bad... it makes the eyes look like sunflower seeds.... (if you can think of anything smaller, sunflower seeds are bad enough).... So, if you don't intend to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The Panda's Best Friend'.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Try Avoiding:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Waking up to early to study for your exam which would start in less then 5 days...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Talking to long to your boyfriend who is half way across the globe...where there's a difference in time zone...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Getting the genetic combination for small eyes....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Playing DOTA...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Playing with liquid eyeliner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-3333918155166943824?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/3333918155166943824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=3333918155166943824&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/3333918155166943824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/3333918155166943824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2008/11/pandas-best-friend.html' title='The Panda&apos;s Best Friend.....'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-4667387356114704887</id><published>2008-11-01T08:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:12:50.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'SHE'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'She'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;really gets on my nerves sometimes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'She' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;can be really inconsiderate....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'She'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;thinks she's miss-know-it-all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'She' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;doesn't care bout how people feel....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'She' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;treats people unfairly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'She'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; is a hypocrite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'She'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;always talking bout high class stuff as if everyone can afford it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'She'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; talks to others better then to the people who try so hard to be nice to her.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'She'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;looks like she wants attention....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'She'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;is like wall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'She's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;emotionless....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'She'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;lacks manners sometimes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'She'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;talks better than she acts....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'She'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;makes my life miserable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-4667387356114704887?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/4667387356114704887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=4667387356114704887&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/4667387356114704887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/4667387356114704887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2008/11/she.html' title='&apos;SHE&apos;...'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-5079224233026996497</id><published>2008-10-22T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:28:48.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Slowly....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I dont know you but I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;All the more for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Words fall through me and always fool me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And I cant react&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Games that never amount to more than their worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Will play themselves out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;We've still got time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You've made it known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Falling slowly, eyes that know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And I cant go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Moods that take me and erase me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And i'm painted black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You have suffered enough and warred with yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's time that you won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We've still got time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You've made it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Falling slowly, sing your melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'll sing it loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-5079224233026996497?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/5079224233026996497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=5079224233026996497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/5079224233026996497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/5079224233026996497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2008/10/falling-slowly.html' title='Falling Slowly....'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-8171901218977505691</id><published>2008-10-10T15:40:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T16:27:38.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><title type='text'>TWILIGHT... d Movie....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SO8O_YOuN6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/hKvJ1-GZ_lU/s1600-h/200px-Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255435772163405730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SO8O_YOuN6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/hKvJ1-GZ_lU/s200/200px-Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M HOOKED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; just finish reading the 1st three books of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Twilight series&lt;/span&gt;... in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;freaking 4&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.... Some achievement.... and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; not the best part yet... its coming out in a movie end of this year... i suppose &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;21 November...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; totally &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... The novel itself has a very nice plot... full of surprises and suspense... i recommend anyone to read it... Its generally about romance between a mortal girl and an immortal guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A VAMPIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;to be exact... I'm actually waiting to get a copy of the last book titled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"BREAKING DAWN"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;its the finale of the series... By the way, guess who's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the main actor for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"TWILIGHT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the movie.... its the same guy that acted as &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CEDRIC in Harry Potter: Goblet of fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;... good-looking but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i felt&lt;/span&gt; he looks kinda &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cacat&lt;/span&gt;-ted"&lt;/span&gt; on the poster... &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yea... Yea...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he suppose to look like an undead... but..he looks kinda... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;.. like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;porcelain... I &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SO8QNCAhW_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/QCHUozmIsZs/s1600-h/200px-Twilightpostermedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255437106228059122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SO8QNCAhW_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/QCHUozmIsZs/s200/200px-Twilightpostermedium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just hope that he's acting wouldn't be a dissapointment to all the Twilight series fans out there... Well, there isnt any news bout any movies being made for the other books &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"NEW MOON",&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ECLIPSE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"BREAKING DAWN"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... But i suppose that if the first movie is a hit, then they might actually continue the production... &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW!! just getting all jumpy bout it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Cant wait to watch it end of this year.... People... dont miss it...  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SO8PhuLj0kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QC238xaY0gs/s1600-h/200px-Twilightpostermedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SO8PhuLj0kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QC238xaY0gs/s1600-h/200px-Twilightpostermedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-8171901218977505691?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8171901218977505691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=8171901218977505691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/8171901218977505691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/8171901218977505691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2008/10/twilight-d-movie.html' title='TWILIGHT... d Movie....'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SO8O_YOuN6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/hKvJ1-GZ_lU/s72-c/200px-Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-6754489508991316047</id><published>2008-10-07T14:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:01:32.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TURkisH DeliGht..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never imagined that i would actually befriend anyone from the middle-east... until one day... I was introduced to using &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SKYPE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I never had any good impressions about using it at first... but then, WTH.... i was about to lose my mind if i didnt find anything to do.... For your infomation, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOREDOM &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is a common syndrome here in college... If ur not active, (sports) you better make sure you have plenty of &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TV drama series, movies or music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to keep your mind occupied... or else... you'd definately have a major case of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BRAIN-Rust... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Anyway, back to my story... I met this Turkish guy online.... I was a bit skeptical bout having a conversation with him.. I just played along... whats wrong with making new friends, I thought .. We did have a bit of communication break-down coz he wasnt really English educated... Gosh!! you have no idea how broken my English was just to have him understand me.... well, it was fun though... I asked him to teach me Turkish... it got even more interesting when he sent me some Turkish music... I had no idea that Turkish people were so updated... haha... &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*call me mean... &lt;/span&gt;Before that conversation, i always thought that the only people there were like farmers or something like that... ahem! ahem!... With all that he taught me, i sort of got a bit obsessed with anything Turkish... Oh, the other fun part is i did teach him a bit of Malay... and because we webcam, we sort of tried to speak in each other's language... haha... it was kinda fun and as usual i would normally screwed up most of the time...The best part is, i'm able to sing a turkish song now... its by some hot chick named &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEMET AKALIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... darn... Well, if you'd imagine her wearing a&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; 'JUBAH'&lt;/span&gt;.. haha... i would seriously advise you to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never judge a book by its cover people...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this mama here... is freaking hot... talking bout almost &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99% of the nation is ISLAMIC...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If she was in Malaysia, i think PAS might throw a fit.... *you know what i mean.. Oh... and there's this other guy singer... His name is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TARKAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Hmm.. lovely eyes... seriously... its the electrifying kind... By the way, for your information... the song &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'KISS KISS'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sang &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Holly Vallance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, is originally by him... Anyway, the story hasnt had an ending yet... as long as both of us are still friends... and there will always be something to talk about... Hmm.. i do have something bothering me though.. i just realized that &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SKYPE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is really famous to folks from that part of the world... &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in 10 people you meet, 6 might just be from the middle-east...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i guess thats the only way of internet misuse for them kua... Geez!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TURKISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that i've learnt so far.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Seni Seviyorum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - I Love You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seni Ozluyorum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - I Miss You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nasilsin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - How are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Arkadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yemek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gule Gule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Bye Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Iyigeceler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Goodnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tatil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Vacation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mucize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Miracle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Baba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-6754489508991316047?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/6754489508991316047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=6754489508991316047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/6754489508991316047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/6754489508991316047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2008/10/turkish-delight.html' title='TURkisH DeliGht..'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-152147210463593066</id><published>2008-10-07T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:05:41.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In the Mood for Dancing.... I mean... Hip-Hop...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SOrQ0JW1-6I/AAAAAAAAADo/aUz0Z9gB-yY/s1600-h/Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254241509564611490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SOrQ0JW1-6I/AAAAAAAAADo/aUz0Z9gB-yY/s200/Front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step Up.... Step Up 2...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Argh!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm just so motivated to go for some lessons... The moves are just so cool... Maybe with my body weight and size.. i might end up in crutches... But...damn.. its just freaking awesome...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I seriously love these two movies... i cant stop watching selected scenes over and over again.. then dream bout me doing those ultra cool moves.. Talking bout a wanabe... Secretly, i serious might actually go for classes... hehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-152147210463593066?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/152147210463593066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=152147210463593066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/152147210463593066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/152147210463593066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-in-mood-for-dancing-i-mean-hip-hop.html' title='I&apos;m In the Mood for Dancing.... I mean... Hip-Hop...'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SOrQ0JW1-6I/AAAAAAAAADo/aUz0Z9gB-yY/s72-c/Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-846719060761235298</id><published>2008-10-07T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:48:18.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Sista Power...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SOrMi-0xMrI/AAAAAAAAADg/B5i1x5zsSK0/s1600-h/IMG_0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254236816633049778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SOrMi-0xMrI/AAAAAAAAADg/B5i1x5zsSK0/s200/IMG_0593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SOrMY6vD3JI/AAAAAAAAADY/vyzdxEx3X4U/s1600-h/IMG_0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SOrMIVX03OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NxTljchFuo8/s1600-h/IMG_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254236358829202658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SOrMIVX03OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NxTljchFuo8/s200/IMG_0615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yeap... Its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'The Charlie's Angels'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Having two sisters is a total saver... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Maybe my parents would think otherwise)... &lt;/span&gt;You get to share almost everything.. like me and my elder sis, we share a cupboard of clothes... and because we are girls, we sort of understand each other better... Well on my part, its really good to be stucked in the middle... you get the best of both world's..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(minus the fact that you'd have to be the peacemaker when the 'War of The World's start)...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;there was a time when, we couldnt even sit down for a decent conversation... Gosh! Someone would have to set the bomb off.. No doubt, i did have my fair share off pillow fights though.. However, things have changed now... Things seem settled down now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(leader of the pack)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;is now in K.L working... meanwhile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (small fry)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;is now in uni... Time does fly... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The last time i remembered, Anna was still a...well small-fry..... but now she's as tall as i am now... Besides that, she use to be the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;'Datin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and everyone would have to be her drebar... Just recently, i observed her as she took the wheels for a spin..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*chuckle&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;my, my... all grown up now.... I used to be very close to my elder sister...but then since i started studying away from home... we did grow apart for a while...she, busy with her life... and me, my own life... It felt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;really wrong, especially when&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'crisis'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;struck...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;None the less, i guess i would say.. she has always made effort to be the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'BIG SISTA'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;helping out whenever she can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Its amazing what maturity does to a person...at least for now there's a special bond between us... The trip to K.L with the both of them was simply the best.... Just lepak-king and doing what girls do best...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING!! (WhiteChicks Style)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With my sister as the Leader of the Pack, lots of makeup, perfume and clothes consultations... eveything was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'green-light'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;for her...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We had a good time... Just a shoutout to you both...you're both simply the best... Maybe we could take it up a level the next time we hang out...maybe a vacation somewhere? hehe... Just a thought...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254233942144574274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SOrJ7qhT40I/AAAAAAAAAC4/0CPMdoogLD4/s200/IMG_0604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-846719060761235298?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/846719060761235298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=846719060761235298&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/846719060761235298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/846719060761235298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2008/10/sista-power.html' title='Sista Power...'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SOrMi-0xMrI/AAAAAAAAADg/B5i1x5zsSK0/s72-c/IMG_0593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-3106691271711024286</id><published>2008-10-06T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:51:40.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study life'/><title type='text'>Hands On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SOrBMLjoEpI/AAAAAAAAACo/n6aDM3-igJU/s1600-h/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254224330285912722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SOrBMLjoEpI/AAAAAAAAACo/n6aDM3-igJU/s200/DSC01006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teaching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The word itself is defined with dedication and passion... What is a teacher without those two elements? Answer is... zero... Two semesters of practical has opened my eyes to a lot of things... Being an apprentice is no joke people... seriously... too much to handle... Students and the syllabus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sometimes i wonder i was born to do this... Too much protocol sometimes... so many rule to follow... worst part is the evaluation... Seriously, it can get nasty... especially when you're the kind that needs at least 8 hours of sleep a day? For me, i'm teaching the Malay language... Sheesh! It can get grammar-ly brutal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Man!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; its mass-braincells-murder&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I wished i mastered that language like i did with English... that would really help..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Duh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Doesnt seem that way... My tongue gets twisted sometimes speaking to fast... not to say the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'language-cocktail'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;of BM &amp;amp; Eng... Gets crazy sometimes... i remembered how i have to prepare my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'script'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; for teaching... like the ones in a drama... or else the lecturers would go berserk with the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'mempertahankan bahasa'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;crap... honestly, who would enjoy a class which uses grammatically precised sentences?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Darn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;count me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Well, the last practical was great...but stressful though...&lt;br /&gt;I did enjoy the working enviroment in the school i was teaching.. but the students were really a handful to handle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *Kids these days....*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;None the less, the last day was really awesome... i had major...i mean major fun with my students... Since Raya was just around the corner, i decided to sing some raya songs with the kids... doing the unplug version&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Selamat Hari Raya' by Saloma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;was simply mind blowing for the kids... Just imagine, all off them sitting around singing along...Not just tat, the farewell the kids gave just touched my heart... hugs and tears... haha...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it just during practical that you get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'special-treatments'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;like that... but what the heck... just feels great... I have to admit... being a teacher doesnt leave you empty handed... I hope to be a good teacher...till i retire...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that would at least 35 years from now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sigh... long long way to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254222422189001970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SOq_dHV3zPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kLyhzpPYOeA/s200/DSC02422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-3106691271711024286?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/3106691271711024286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=3106691271711024286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/3106691271711024286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/3106691271711024286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2008/10/hands-on.html' title='Hands On...'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SOrBMLjoEpI/AAAAAAAAACo/n6aDM3-igJU/s72-c/DSC01006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445232918544692042.post-1955443418874943794</id><published>2008-10-06T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:35:20.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>The Beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I realise that blogging is the 'in' thing now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;At first, i thought its just a waste of time... typing stuff online.. updating it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But then, everybody seems to on a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'blogging-spree'...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well.. I'm trying to kill my boredom here... instead of growing unnecessary 'mushrooms'... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I might as well just start my own blog... So here i am...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;At least now i have a place to sharpen my writting skills... Gosh! it feels like a thousand years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;since i've written any essays... brains blunt now... but... i'll think of something though... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Anyways, welcome to my blog.. do feel free to leave comments or just a small note when you've visited my blog...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appreciate it lots....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445232918544692042-1955443418874943794?l=amiedrcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/feeds/1955443418874943794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445232918544692042&amp;postID=1955443418874943794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/1955443418874943794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445232918544692042/posts/default/1955443418874943794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiedrcy.blogspot.com/2008/10/beginning.html' title='The Beginning...'/><author><name>Priscilla a.k.a Prisca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654021915408072527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WLePs-Jxkg/SgvAzl7uOnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CTeJw_6uppQ/S220/me+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
