<?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-2749011376605447506</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:35:52.491+08:00</updated><category term='Feelings of my own'/><category term='blogged to remind myself'/><category term='worldly issues'/><title type='text'>Vivid Invisibility</title><subtitle type='html'>Re-excavating deepest longings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-5214567434033406098</id><published>2011-05-30T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:23:12.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Knows Best</title><content type='html'>That's enough of dodging I've done now. So many weeks of avoiding a conversation with Him.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just took Him for granted, promised Him so many times. Well no more empty promises, I;m gonna step it up and get over that lava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm coming back to the Heart of Worship.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749011376605447506-5214567434033406098?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/5214567434033406098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2011/05/god-knows-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/5214567434033406098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/5214567434033406098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2011/05/god-knows-best.html' title='God Knows Best'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-959547218262444517</id><published>2011-05-25T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T23:25:09.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till the World Ends.</title><content type='html'>This is just a title of Britney's song XD&lt;br /&gt;For those under the "tempurung", the supposed doomsday, May 21 2011, came and went without incident -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I just wish people stop trying to predict God. You gotta be someone greater to predict Him! which is completely impossible =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess now people will start preparing for Dec 21 2012 -_-&lt;br /&gt;Warning though, PLEASE DO YOUR CHRISTMAS SHOPPING! lol, don't take a silly date for granted -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749011376605447506-959547218262444517?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/959547218262444517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2011/05/till-world-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/959547218262444517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/959547218262444517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2011/05/till-world-ends.html' title='Till the World Ends.'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-7121370274355413251</id><published>2011-05-19T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T23:19:35.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The funny thing is...</title><content type='html'>Today I had an absolutely fruitful day. Though very drained and tired, I see God answering prayer by prayer. I;m really thankful for it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At CG we've talked about so many issues that was brought to light. But the one discussion that struck me was learning to accept a bad Christian. So many people in the world giving Christians a bad name but nevertheless, God loves them the same. We might be not in total communion with the Protestants. They might call us pagans, non-Christians, weirdos whatever. But they are God's creation and they are created the same way we were, in the very likeness of the creator. Some Catholics are absolutely despicable (I know many), but who are we to look down on them? we are on the same level as them, no matter how holy we are, how horrible they can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's the wonder of God. Everyone's no different. we're just as much as a sinner as everyone else. But perhaps what distinguishes us is the belief we have in terms of our level with God. We will think we are the better people or they will think we totally suck. But where's the difference in our image? We're created in the same way (that goes for people like Adolf Hitler, Osama bin Laden, Emperor Nero, George W Bush ect)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749011376605447506-7121370274355413251?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/7121370274355413251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2011/05/funny-thing-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/7121370274355413251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/7121370274355413251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2011/05/funny-thing-is.html' title='The funny thing is...'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-1375613734405704441</id><published>2011-05-16T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T15:00:49.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Roomcoming"</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, I'll be going back to my small room I've endured with another 2 roommates for 10 months at college -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes I'm skipping practice tonight, I'll be dead next week for not knowing the song XD but well, I don't get &lt;strike&gt;air-cond&lt;/strike&gt; to relax much so ah nevermind lah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I will just endure the limited comforts of my room. Mum wants me to stay in the hostel for the first year then decide if I still need to shift out &lt;strike&gt;Man I hope I can.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all aspiring hosteliers, beware of the snares of money making unis when you stay at in-campus hostels O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749011376605447506-1375613734405704441?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/1375613734405704441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2011/05/roomcoming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/1375613734405704441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/1375613734405704441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2011/05/roomcoming.html' title='&quot;Roomcoming&quot;'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-1020883993606711478</id><published>2011-05-16T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T01:23:27.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogged to remind myself'/><title type='text'>Revival Town</title><content type='html'>The obvious title also happens to refer to my life (besides the blog XD)&lt;br /&gt;okay, so let's start over. my name is Lianne and this is like my personal blog of thoughts. You are welcomed to invade them, overthrow them, and create a new regime which I will most possibly rebel against (MUAHAHAHAHA) okay you have been warned =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I would like to introduce to you a list of names I have thought of for my children, which, in the future, I would love to have many of them :) so, skip this post if you want, its my personal thought after all =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 girls, 6 boys. Lets begin with the boys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naveen Paulus 博伟 (I really like the name Paulus, and Maxwell has MAX in it, nuff said :) )&lt;br /&gt;Henrie Lucas&amp;nbsp;恒尊 (Henrie from David Henrie,&amp;nbsp;尊 from 吴尊)&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Silas&amp;nbsp;宗胜 (Joseph; My grandfather; Silas, from the Bible)&lt;br /&gt;Dominic Flynn 德聪 (Dominic from St. Dominic Savio; Flynn, favourite hero from Tangled) &lt;br /&gt;Aloysius Louis 黎修 (Aloysius from St. Aloysius Gonzaga)&lt;br /&gt;Matthias Devon&amp;nbsp;周泰 (Matthias from the Bible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then with the girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian Esmae&amp;nbsp;眧阳 (Marian for my grandma, Esmae for my bestie Esmond, and 眧阳 from my favourite tv character)&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Yves&amp;nbsp;泉希 (Victoria in honour of the name my grandma wanted for me, and 泉希 combo of&amp;nbsp;以泉 +&amp;nbsp;瑞希)&lt;br /&gt;Carmen Navaeh&amp;nbsp;诗桦 (诗桦 combo of 诗曼 +&amp;nbsp;嘉桦)&lt;br /&gt;Franchette Zita&amp;nbsp;善琴 (Franchette for my friend Francisco)&lt;br /&gt;Tabitha Loren&amp;nbsp;梅欣 (Tabitha for my late friend, 梅+欣 combo of my two friends' name)&lt;br /&gt;Jordine Ella&amp;nbsp;恩惠 (Ella for my dear auntie, and&amp;nbsp;恩惠 from Yoon Eun-Hye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Navaeh is Heaven spelt backwards, kinda sounds not bad to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did major changes, the names listed today was not the same as the ones I thought of yesterday, I change my mind like I change clothes =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749011376605447506-1020883993606711478?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/1020883993606711478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2011/05/revival-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/1020883993606711478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/1020883993606711478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2011/05/revival-town.html' title='Revival Town'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-4891016693829502428</id><published>2010-10-07T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T23:14:26.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A MUST READ for any uni students of any level :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Simply ingenious, is all I have to say about this man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S He works at the Uni next to my uni XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;An open letter to Mustapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;from the star: link (http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/3/11/focus/13632347&amp;amp;sec=focus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Firstly, allow me to congratulate you on your new posting. It must be said though that you are not to be envied, for you are now faced with a Herculean task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But, where are my manners? You have no idea who I am. I could be a complete nutcase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, I’m an academic in a Malaysian public university. Which some people might consider a nutcase, anyway. But I’m very proud to be an academic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It’s a noble profession, and it matters not that my students earn more than me within a few years of graduating and that little children run screaming from my hideously outdated clothes. It’s a calling to be an academic, and I care passionately about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That is why I’m writing to you. You see, there is much that is wrong with our universities and much that can be done by the Ministry to put things right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You may not believe that my one purpose in writing to you is the improvement of our institutions, but let me assure you, we true academics (as opposed to wannabe politicians in lecturers’ clothes) don’t have hidden agendas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Over the past few years, there has been this mantra chanted by the Government and university leaders: “We want our universities to be world-class universities.” Unfortunately, this mantra does not have any explanatory notes, so we don’t really know what “world-class” means. However, let us assume that a world-class university has the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;# Graduates who are employable, not only here but also abroad;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;# Academic staff who are respected worldwide;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;# Research and publications that are recognised by reputable international journals/publishers;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;# An academic programme that is recognised worldwide;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;# An academic atmosphere that can attract quality national and foreign students and staff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If we accept these criteria as valid, what then can be done to achieve it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Universities are not hampers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Universities are not rewards to be handed out. It has happened in Terengganu and the same has been promised to Kelantan. “Vote for us and we will give you a university.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This may make political sense, but it does not make any academic sense. A lot of planning is needed to ensure that the resources are sufficient to create a university of quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Malaysia is not a very rich country – we can’t afford petrol subsidies, for goodness’ sake – and we definitely can’t afford to stretch our limited economic and intellectual resources to build universities in such a blasé manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Universities are not fast-food joints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They should instead be high-class restaurants. Universities have to be elitist in order to produce quality research and graduates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;An elitist university means that only the best candidates are taken in as students and only the best staff are hired. Classes and exams can then be pitched at a higher standard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Furthermore, the resulting smaller student numbers mean seminars and tutorials can be truly conducive to discussions, and lecturers will have less of a teaching burden in order to concentrate on research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is not to say that higher education as a whole must be elitist. There are other forms of higher education institutions that can cater to school leavers who don’t make the cut, such as polytechnics and community colleges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you love your universities, you must set them free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Academics and students must be free to think and to express themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, I understand that this is Malaysia and freedom is seen as a dirty word by some, but without it, there is little hope of achieving “world-class” universities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Intellectualism cannot grow in a repressive atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We all know that in this country, there are many laws that restrict our freedom to express ourselves, but the irony is that for lecturers and students there are additional laws levelled at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You must be aware of the University and University Colleges Act – that wonderful piece of legislation designed to ensure that university students are little more than secondary school pupils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You may not be aware, however, of the Statutory Bodies Discipline and Surcharge Act which affects academics who are the employees of statutory bodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;According to this law, we can’t say anything for or against government policy without getting ministerial permission first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now, this may be all right for a mathematician quietly thinking up new formulae with which to calculate the possibility of Malaysia ever qualifying for the World Cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But for social scientists, it is akin to having the Malaysian football team play football without using their feet (which is perhaps something that they do anyway, looking at previous results).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The simple fact of the matter is that universities should first and foremost be the birthplace of ideas and original thought, discussion and debate, and this can’t be achieved with such laws hung around our necks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And in case you’re worried that greater freedom will make our campuses hotbeds of radicalism, please let me put your fears to rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The number of students in this day and age who really care about matters beyond Akademi Fantasia is very small indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Most students just want to graduate and as quickly as possible get into debt to pay for their three-bedroom flat and Proton Waja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Universities need Mandelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If there is one thing that Malaysian universities need, it is good leadership. And by a good leader, I mean a Vice-Chancellor who has the qualities of an outstanding intellectual, manager and diplomat, who can ensure that academic principles are paramount, not political expediency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That promotions are given based on merit, not patronage. That students are treated like adults, not children. And finally, that the university is run on the highest ideals of civilisation and intellectualism, not self-aggrandisement and base toadying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;An outstanding academic leader, someone who can efficiently organise the place, represent the institution with dignity and command the respect of those working under him, or her, is a rare creature indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To seek out such a person, may I suggest that the search committee your predecessor was talking about be made a reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This search committee, however, must be independent and transparent. It must not be hiHndered by any political agenda and must instead pick the candidates based on ability – and ability alone. Factors such as race, creed, gender and nationality should not be a consideration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Perhaps we’d like to take lessons from elsewhere. Oh, before you think I’m suggesting a “study trip” abroad (with the usual sightseeing and cultural diversions), let me make it clear that I think the taxpayers’ money need not be wasted in such a fashion. After all, writing an e-mail is probably all you need to do to get the necessary information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You may wish to start with New Zealand universities. I say New Zealand because the VC of Auckland University was recently poached by Oxford to be its Vice-Chancellor. The first non-English VC of Oxford since, well, since forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now, that’s world-class, don’t you think? And from a country much smaller than us where the sheep outnumber the humans. Amazing.Well then, Sir, I think I’d best sign off now. You must have loads to do. Oh, before I forget, if you want to lighten the workload of your officers, may I make a last suggestion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why don’t you just leave the day-to-day running of the universities in the hands of the universities? I bet the Ministry has enough on its plate without having to decide about trivial things like professorial promotions and the approving of leave for academics to go to conferences and holidays overseas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read my letter. Good luck with your endeavours. Until next time, I remain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;AZMI SHAROM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;# Dr Azmi Sharom is an associate professor of the Law Faculty of Universiti Malaya&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/2749011376605447506-4891016693829502428?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/4891016693829502428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2010/10/must-read-for-any-uni-students-of-any.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/4891016693829502428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/4891016693829502428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2010/10/must-read-for-any-uni-students-of-any.html' title='A MUST READ for any uni students of any level :)'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-5269007999816245687</id><published>2010-09-17T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T14:02:50.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ditched?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Have you had that feeling when you go away for some time, then when you come back again, you become a stranger to the people who you thought you knew so well?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Maybe you have too committed a group a friends and they will never do that to you, KUDOS I say but I, along with other millions of people have become the unlucky ones here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason distance does pose a problem. When you're away from a group of friends due to studies, work etc, life will definitely go on, but without you. Thus sparks new private jokes, new hangouts, gossip... Stuff that you don't have the slightest idea about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could update you, but it's just not the same, everytime you come back from that distant place, they'll be laughing about something you totally don't know about. You'll be the odd one out with that funny "huh?" look on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's also because you don't have something that they have that creates the exclusion&amp;nbsp; ( like in my case ) . It sort of the "you don't understand" syndrome. Because I don't have something or someone, I don't know what it feels like. So when they share something, I can't share anything because " I don't know how is it like to *blah* and *blah* "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear friends, when someone comes back from somewhere after sometime, please give him or her a warm welcome. It's not the place that they miss, and they don't come back because they miss the food and whatnot, they love and care enough for their friends to come back and spend time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish they could see me now, they have no idea how much I miss them. They're having something tonight and I wasn't in the list. Ditched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749011376605447506-5269007999816245687?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/5269007999816245687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2010/09/ditched.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/5269007999816245687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/5269007999816245687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2010/09/ditched.html' title='Ditched?!'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-4906048557456074339</id><published>2010-09-11T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T13:38:45.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 reasons why geeks make the best boyfriend</title><content type='html'>I found this post fascinating as they appeal to me sheer honesty in all aspects (&lt;strike&gt;because I'm currently in love with a geek&lt;/strike&gt;) XD So just just like to share it with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. I read this &lt;a href="http://techfreakstuff.com/2009/09/reasons-girl-should-go-for-geek-boyfriend.html" target="_blank"&gt; post onTechFreakStuff.com&lt;/a&gt; and I like it &lt;img alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://www.cravingtech.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" title="Weekend Fun: 10 Reasons to have a Geek as a boyfriend" /&gt;   Most girls hate dating with geeks because often they are not romantic,  they don’t care with their appearances, etc. The post is a good post to  counter-attack those false “accusations”. Again, I didn’t write this  but a fellow blogger, Rohit, at TechFreakStuff.com. All credits should  go to him &lt;img alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://www.cravingtech.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" title="Weekend Fun: 10 Reasons to have a Geek as a boyfriend" /&gt;  Have a great weekend, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-3563"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 Reasons why you should have a geek as your boyfriend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are so busy with their Computers that they don’t have all the  time in the world to think about other girls. Thus, they won’t ditch you  for any other girl. So, you don’t need to be unsecured.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are technically sound! In this age of technology, they can work  with any given gadget. So, if you happen to mess up with a gizmo, they  can fix it for you with ease. So, No wasting money on repairing gadgets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are intelligent and they know what they are talking about. So,  you don’t need to act as if you are convinced, when you are actually  not! They can explain everything what they are talking about[mostly with  solid proofs]. They can impress your parents or any other knowledgeable  person with their wisdom and knowledge, not like any other Sexy looking  loser.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In this Computer-based world, Geeks are greatly in demand for Jobs.  So, they earn quite well or are bound to make good money in the future.  So, No future worries!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don’t need to wear good clothes and have a facial done every 2  weeks. They don’t really care about how you look, as far as they are  sure that you love them. Some of them may talk about your looks, but it  is not really in their nature.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They will give you a gift which you can show-off to the world.  Mostly, the gifts would be like the latest Apple iPod or the newest  Mobile phone in the market. It may also be a lovely website with the  photos of you and him linking to geeky poems which will be difficult for  you to understand.(but that’s okay!). You don’t need to hide their  gifts from everyone as they are not going to be Sexy looking “Undies”.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he goes missing, you don’t need worry about Police arresting him  for misbehavior, after boozing on the streets! You can find him in some  electronic Superstore geeking around with the latest MacBook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don’t really have any dressing sense. So, you can always try  and convince him on which clothes to buy. You surely have the upper hand  when it comes to knowing about the latest fashion trends. And, they  will obey your command quietly without asking to many questions, when it  comes to the Fashion part.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are loyal to you as they are to their Laptop! When they say  that they need you more than the RAM in their Desktop, they really mean  that they love you and need you&amp;nbsp; for their life!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even though their sense of romance is quite different, let me tell  you…They are really good in Bed! (you need to accept this without any  logical proof!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749011376605447506-4906048557456074339?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cravingtech.com/weekend-fun-10-reasons-to-have-a-geek-as-a-boyfriend.html' title='10 reasons why geeks make the best boyfriend'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/4906048557456074339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2010/09/10-reasons-why-geeks-make-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/4906048557456074339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/4906048557456074339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2010/09/10-reasons-why-geeks-make-best.html' title='10 reasons why geeks make the best boyfriend'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-6343969801106856677</id><published>2010-08-15T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T13:37:43.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new "drug"</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2067/181/10/120985910522/n120985910522_5718993_4818.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2067/181/10/120985910522/n120985910522_5718993_4818.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke and Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wha hey hey, I'm obsessed with a NEW FICTITIOUS guy, Its Luke Brandon! from the Shopaholic series :D . in the book he is the 31st richest bachelor (thank you very much, i know I have taste XD) and he heads Brandon Communications.... He's perfect, but... he's not real TT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;NNOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;it was fun while it lasted&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Luke's still awesomely hawt though, when i have the money, I want to buy the whole shopaholic series XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Luke Luke Luke Luke Luke Luke Luke Luke Luke Luke!&lt;/blockquote&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749011376605447506-6343969801106856677?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/6343969801106856677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-new-drug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/6343969801106856677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/6343969801106856677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-new-drug.html' title='My new &quot;drug&quot;'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-8633556496791425391</id><published>2010-06-29T03:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T03:24:03.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow.......!</title><content type='html'>After a long silence &lt;strike&gt;and recuperating betrayal to Blogger&lt;/strike&gt;, I've decided to post something new (YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;I have a loooooooong list of updates, but here's a big announcement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I like somebody! =D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as in David Archuleta or Taylor Lautner but a REAL GUY! Bet you didn't see that one coming XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended an awesome Youth Leadership Conference last month. And it was life-changing. I finally realised why was I put on this long-suffering earth, and I'm as joyful as ever. It may be only 1 week but I have a &lt;strike&gt;almost&lt;/strike&gt; completely new perspective to life. I'm now up and ready to spread my love! Nah I'm just kidding. XD I want to be a good influence to the people who are hoping in me, most of all, I want to let people know that I care :) very, very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gained so many friends at one time during the conference. Imagine, 450 people=one big family, ain't that awesome? and we've so many things we can share, and there's no fear talking and praising God amongst each other. Now that's a bed of roses =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, around 1 and a half weeks after the conference, our kecoh Johorian friends came over. But he didn't come T_T. We had so&amp;nbsp; much fun together! And the Kluangians (Paul, Simon, exc. Pierre and Mag) stayed over. We had an awesomely kecoh time at San Pedro's and we rocked the house =P Then back at home, all four of us (Pierre went back early :( ) had a heart2heart session, It feels so good when you have someone to share about the same problems, just when you think you're facing it alone =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs292.snc3/28269_435664579492_772709492_5668976_1808430_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs292.snc3/28269_435664579492_772709492_5668976_1808430_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So when will be our turn to go to Johor? Stay tuned XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749011376605447506-8633556496791425391?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/8633556496791425391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2010/06/yellow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/8633556496791425391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/8633556496791425391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2010/06/yellow.html' title='Yellow.......!'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-3980573260355470978</id><published>2010-04-15T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:58:32.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You just don't get it</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Hate it when they say there are plenty more fish in the sea.. I mean honestly, who wants a fish, they are all cold and slimy..&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sometimes it occurs to me how fickle-minded people can be. I mean, yeah, most of the time we have needs, needs that we alone have to fulfill. But yet, it comes to a time when you are so annoyed by that one person that doesn't respect that, it just collapses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that it wouldn't happen, who wants it to happen anyway? It kills, I know. Sometimes the people you hope on the most let you down. Sure, people tell you to move on, but do you think you can let this go without feeling heartbroken? Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, its something better said than done, while it kills me to do it, and I know I'll be hurting the opposite party, somehow, it becomes the right thing to do. Because we're better off without each other. &lt;!--3&lt;br--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749011376605447506-3980573260355470978?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/3980573260355470978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-just-dont-get-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/3980573260355470978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/3980573260355470978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-just-dont-get-it.html' title='You just don&apos;t get it'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-8877248347140316718</id><published>2010-01-30T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:18:18.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can I ever say it?</title><content type='html'>There it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your whole life flashing before your eyes, and all you see are the bad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason nobody shows you the good side of life. You would not remember how many times you laughed, but you WILL remember the last time you cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are naturally pessimistic, people remember the bad times rather than the abundance. Even when you know a person, you'll remember how narcissistic and dramatic she is, but can you remember the time she hugged you long and tight during your first break up? Seldom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see life flashing before my eyes. Not just mine, but anybody in it. Most of the time I see all the tears and fights, all the misunderstanding and complications. But out of my misty memory, I suddenly realised I see a second set of hands on my teary face, trying to wipe it clean. Maybe it's pretty pessimistic for me to have my life flash before me, but I do know where my guiding force comes from. I'd like to think that the second set of hands will be on my face forever, trying to wipe it clean of all the humiliation and exhaustion. But let's face it, God isn't going to let somebody work overtime for Him. Though we just have to be content, but we need reminding when we feel like it's over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;She's not going to let us off so easily, or here comes her "LOSER" fan across your face&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749011376605447506-8877248347140316718?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/8877248347140316718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-can-i-ever-say-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/8877248347140316718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/8877248347140316718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-can-i-ever-say-it.html' title='How can I ever say it?'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-1765340041090778591</id><published>2009-11-05T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:23:58.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*SMACK* and it hits you</title><content type='html'>Living for 17 years... Can you imagine how much 17-year-olds have gone through? &lt;strike&gt;and they say we're immature&lt;/strike&gt; That's 6210 days for you. So many friendships, heartbreak, disputes and yet we made it to this day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you guys read about that dude who was aiming to be an accountant, but he died in a waterfall accident. (for those kataks out there, please read the newspaper XD &lt;strike&gt;for once&lt;/strike&gt;) it's so wasted to see his life end that way, "mati katak" as some of you might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you its sort of more appreciative. His life was so full of ambitions, he was unable to be saved. however God has His reasons (or so i hope...) my mum told me this story that made me think again about why everything happens for a reason (copied from my mum's email XD):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;A beautiful story.... makes you understand that things happen for a reason&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;he new priest, newly assigned&lt;br /&gt;to their first ministry, to reopen a church&lt;br /&gt;in suburban Brooklyn , arrived in early October&lt;br /&gt;excited about their opportunities When he saw&lt;br /&gt;the church, it was very run down and needed&lt;br /&gt;much work. He set a goal to have everything&lt;br /&gt;done in time to have their first service&lt;br /&gt;on Christmas Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;e worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls,&lt;br /&gt;painting, etc, and on December 18&lt;br /&gt;were ahead of schedule and just about finished.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;n December 19 a terrible tempest - a driving&lt;br /&gt;rainstorm hit the area and lasted for two days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;n the 21st, the priest went over to the church.&lt;br /&gt;His heart sank when he saw that the roof had&lt;br /&gt;leaked, causing a large area of plaster about&lt;br /&gt;20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the&lt;br /&gt;sanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about&lt;br /&gt;head  high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;he priest cleaned up the mess on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;and not knowing what else to do but postpone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Christmas Eve service, headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;On the way he noticed that a local business was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a flea market type sale for charity so he&lt;br /&gt;stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #733000; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with exquisite work, fine colors and a Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embroidered right in the center. It was just&lt;br /&gt;the right size to cover up the hole in  the front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wall. He bought it and headed back to the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;y this time it had started to snow. An older&lt;br /&gt;woman running from the opposite direction was&lt;br /&gt;trying to catch the bus.. She missed it. The priest &lt;br /&gt;invited her to wait in the warm church for&lt;br /&gt;the next bus 45 minutes later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the priest &lt;br /&gt;while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to put&lt;br /&gt;up the tablecloth as  a wall tapestry. The priest &lt;br /&gt;could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and&lt;br /&gt;it covered up the entire problem area.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;hen he noticed the woman walking down the center&lt;br /&gt;aisle. Her face was like a sheet.. 'Father,'&lt;br /&gt;she asked, 'where did you get that tablecloth?'&lt;br /&gt;The priest explained. The woman asked him to check&lt;br /&gt;the lower right corner to see if the initials, EBG were crocheted into&lt;br /&gt;it there. They were. These were the initials of the woman, and she had&lt;br /&gt;made this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;he woman could hardly believe it as the priest &lt;br /&gt;told how he had just gotten the Tablecloth.  The&lt;br /&gt;woman explained that before the war she and&lt;br /&gt;her husband were well-to-do people in Austria &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Her husband was going to follow her the next week..&lt;br /&gt;He was captured, sent to prison and never saw her&lt;br /&gt;husband or her home again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;he priest wanted to give her the tablecloth;&lt;br /&gt;but she made the priest keep it for the church.&lt;br /&gt;The priest insisted on driving her home, that&lt;br /&gt;was the least he could do.. She lived on the other&lt;br /&gt;side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn &lt;br /&gt;for the day for a housecleaning job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;hat a wonderful service they had on  Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve. The church was almost full. The music and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spirit were great. At the end of the service, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priest greeted everyone at the door&lt;br /&gt;and many said that they would return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One older man, whom the priest recognized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the neighborhood continued to sit in one of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pews and stare, and the priest wondered why he&lt;br /&gt;wasn't leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;he man asked him where he got the tablecloth on&lt;br /&gt;the front wall because it was identical to one&lt;br /&gt;that his wife had made years ago when&lt;br /&gt;they lived in Austria before the war and how&lt;br /&gt;could there be two tablecloths so much alike.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e told the priest how the Nazis came, how he&lt;br /&gt;forced his wife to flee for her safety and he was&lt;br /&gt;supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and&lt;br /&gt;put in a prison.. He never saw his wife or his  home&lt;br /&gt;again all the 35 years in between.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;he priest asked him if he would allow him to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten&lt;br /&gt;Island and to the same house where the priest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had taken the woman three days earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;e helped the man climb the three flights of&lt;br /&gt;stairs to the woman's apartment,  knocked on&lt;br /&gt;the door and he saw the greatest Christmas&lt;br /&gt;reunion he could ever imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Trust God that he works out everything for a reason. Maybe we don't know whether the good or bad will happen, but whatever happens, it will be the best of a life we can ever have in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To my friends, no matter what happens, I wish you luck, when we're separated, God will bring us back together again (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #73390a; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749011376605447506-1765340041090778591?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/1765340041090778591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/11/smack-and-it-hits-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/1765340041090778591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/1765340041090778591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/11/smack-and-it-hits-you.html' title='*SMACK* and it hits you'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-8781748476871016093</id><published>2009-10-19T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:11:42.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rural thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I had a strange thought... I have these strange urges to go and get posted to rural areas when I've done my medical course O.O. I don't really mind being single for my life. &lt;strike&gt;Gonna have to learn to live with it for my whole life. &lt;/strike&gt;Hmmm, don't know where that urge came from, but for one thing I do know, my mum will rather let me do an accounting (for goodness sakes) rather than let me go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Am I being too demanding? I wouldn't know. But before I uproot my parents and bring them out, I would to fulfill this dream first ^^. Then I can live in Malaysia with my concience intact. Which brings me to the next question: &lt;strike&gt;How am I suppose to start a family? &lt;/strike&gt;What will I do then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Face it, life's baffling s:&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/2749011376605447506-8781748476871016093?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/8781748476871016093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/10/rural-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/8781748476871016093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/8781748476871016093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/10/rural-thoughts.html' title='Rural thoughts'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-42311619988876202</id><published>2009-10-17T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:02:19.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like it or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes it feels as if it's worthless doing what we do. We're all gonna die anyway, nothing's forever on earth. It really funny when I see people so worked up over what promotions, money... Sure we need to survive but what happens in the end when God doesn't judge people according to rank and money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Okay, enough weird stuff for a day, let's get down to the interesting details (: &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I won't say anything about studies, I know many people won't like that. &lt;strike&gt;I have got nothing to say about my nonexistent lovelife either&lt;/strike&gt;. OH! I've finished my first assignment for travel journalism. 30 pages... hopefully the paycheck comes in the 30-fold, lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ok, so far, i'm being intimidated. Almost every person I ask, "what's your ambition?", they answer "Doctor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Doctor here, doctor there, medicine in Malaysia, medicine elsewhere.... O_O I'm doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not complaining, it's not that we don't need more doctors around... I'm just so damn frustrated by the fact that everybody wants to either work in private or go overseas. What happen to the once noble profession of a doctor? What happened to making "Saving People's Lives" as our primary goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first of all, I'm not condemning the doctors doing private practice. It's just that some people's mindsets are "Ooh, doctor, earn a lot of money..." Come on! you are SAVING LIVES, nthe main point is not making money. being a banker would be a better job =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I appreciate the efforts of many doctors whose primary goal IS saving lives. But I think the world would be a much better place without those self-centered, money-minded, pig-headed doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Your welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749011376605447506-42311619988876202?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://enigmaticimagination.tumblr.com/' title='Like it or not'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/42311619988876202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-it-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/42311619988876202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/42311619988876202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-it-or-not.html' title='Like it or not'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-4982644232513830481</id><published>2009-10-01T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:55:33.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreak Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SsTCvddofXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EsJP47RBPAg/s1600-h/David%2BArchuleta%2Bjsquared1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SsTCvddofXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EsJP47RBPAg/s320/David%2BArchuleta%2Bjsquared1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trials' Results &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;DX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM-73&lt;br /&gt;BI-91&lt;br /&gt;BC- :s&lt;br /&gt;Mod Maths- 66 (DISAPPOINTING!)&lt;br /&gt;Add Maths- :s&lt;br /&gt;Bio- :s&lt;br /&gt;Phy- ??&lt;br /&gt;Chem-71 (:&lt;br /&gt;Sej-75&lt;br /&gt;Bible Knowledge- 52 :s I dunno wat happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:s = at the brink of failing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I love the medical field, but I just can't seem to do well in Bio....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;What in the world am I supposed to do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I cried&lt;/strike&gt; I tried to study harder.... Hmmm, any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yesterday during Add Maths tuition (around 6 something) The whole class panicked as the earth shook s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thank GOD that it was only a tremor... But then again if the earth opened and swallowed me up, I wouldn't mind &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Oh yeah! There's a football match tonight.. Wolfsburg vs Man Utd :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;No need to watch la&lt;/strike&gt;, i know who will win XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I seriously need 2 study now... s:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Adios :P&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/2749011376605447506-4982644232513830481?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/4982644232513830481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/10/heartbreak-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/4982644232513830481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/4982644232513830481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/10/heartbreak-kid.html' title='Heartbreak Kid'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SsTCvddofXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EsJP47RBPAg/s72-c/David%2BArchuleta%2Bjsquared1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-5293417556327630458</id><published>2009-09-25T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:02:05.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh so random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whoa, I can't believe I haven't been in here for so long (apparently procrastination runs rampant with blogging too :s) Anyway, its the end of the Raya holidays, and though I'm proud of myself for holding back on Lemang &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;, I think I regretted not having just one scoop or Rendang ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'm not so proud on procrastinating with my studies though, lol. The whole I just slept nad slept (actually don't we all do?) I even had nightmares about school :s, aometimes woke up sweating.... Whoever said education didn't hurt must've been a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My friend's got me obsessed with this dance track. Its sort of my lullaby before I sleep (yeah, no typo, DANCE TRACK) Its sorta silly huh :P but its helps in sleeping, or it could be the reason behind that sinister migraine DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, by the way, I got a job!!! :D you're looking at writings of a travel journalist! (I know, long way to go with the style of writing). Hehe, but it's a PAID job, and I love writing, what could be better than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, I think I just found the solution to break a family curse XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;In case you don't know, none of the girls in my family are married, and I'm the only female descendant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:s&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/2749011376605447506-5293417556327630458?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/5293417556327630458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/09/noooooooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/5293417556327630458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/5293417556327630458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/09/noooooooooo.html' title='Oh so random'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-7280718446596857995</id><published>2009-08-18T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:35:24.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatin on the club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/Soq8ENLaYbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sai9HZZ-mJE/s1600-h/DavidArchuletaMyAmericanIdol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/Soq8ENLaYbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sai9HZZ-mJE/s400/DavidArchuletaMyAmericanIdol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371312286035763634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a new crush!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ain't that swell? and I'm over that no-do-gooder, muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway been feeling a lil lazy to type it out, what more studying &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(haiz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be back till the end of trials, or maybe (just maybe), until the end of SPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I'm lucky....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Gosh I hope he likes me...=D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2749011376605447506-7280718446596857995?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/7280718446596857995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/08/hatin-on-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/7280718446596857995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/7280718446596857995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/08/hatin-on-club.html' title='Hatin on the club'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/Soq8ENLaYbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sai9HZZ-mJE/s72-c/DavidArchuletaMyAmericanIdol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-2446033297717666158</id><published>2009-08-12T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:11:43.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can wonder why I'm so happy-go-lucky, but on the contrary...</title><content type='html'>I did something really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salah suai&lt;/span&gt; 2day and so I googled my surname&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ohmigosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solicitors, housing developers, and anybody with the surname "Hendriks" came up everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The point of googling my surname is to look for any connections to my family here in Malaysia. But of course, I had to give up as the clan was too large to search one by one (those olden days people can really reproduce huh XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Really salah suai...S: But it was a move i didn't regret... (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, haha, right, I just remembered my birthday was on 7th August... Ah yes... I am 17, but the supposedly special day was as ordinary as a cat-mouse chase... It was alright, but I was in NO MOOD to celebrate. (to those who are interested, kindly view my Living Socials page on Facebook, check on my list of "5 thing I want for my birthday" and you'll see what's repeated twice...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;You can wonder why I'm so happy-go-lucky, but on the contrary... You don't see how long I spend each night ....... with wet eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's back. the emoness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;"&gt;Ah, my friend, nothing is ever perfect in this world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But is it worth it when nobody offers to do anything for birthdays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Apparently, nobody really cares.&lt;br /&gt;Because, you're talking about Lianne's birthday, who the heck cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what, you have a birthday?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes, I do"&lt;br /&gt;"gee, cause you are better off dead"&lt;br /&gt;"oh wow, I thought about the exact same thing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2749011376605447506-2446033297717666158?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/2446033297717666158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-can-wonder-why-im-so-happy-go-lucky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/2446033297717666158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/2446033297717666158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-can-wonder-why-im-so-happy-go-lucky.html' title='You can wonder why I&apos;m so happy-go-lucky, but on the contrary...'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-3218737548780922332</id><published>2009-07-30T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:13:16.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evacuate the dancefloor!</title><content type='html'>I'm obsessed with that new Cascada song. So addictive 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;These recent few days seem to me like one of those "kodak moments". Everybody has been in their "best" behaviour (lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This sounds extremely narcissistic but I LOVE MYSELF! =D I was scrollingthrough old emails just because I was too free and I found this awesome Handbook for 2009. I think it's suitable for any year though. Thanks Andre for sending it to me! Here's the lifesaver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5COwner%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:sans-serif; 	panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; 	mso-font-alt:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-format:other; 	mso-font-pitch:auto; 	mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;Subject: FW: HANDBOOK 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;a handbook for each and every year indeed !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;Health:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.       Drink plenty of water.&lt;br /&gt;2.       Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.&lt;br /&gt;3.       Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.&lt;br /&gt;4.       Live with the 3 E's -- Energy,  Enthusiasm, and Empathy.&lt;br /&gt;5.       Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and prayer.&lt;br /&gt;6.       Play more games.&lt;br /&gt;7.       Read more books than you did in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;8.       Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.&lt;br /&gt;9.       Sleep for 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;10.    Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. And while you walk, smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.    Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;12.    Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.&lt;br /&gt;13.    Don't over do. Keep your limits.&lt;br /&gt;14.    Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;15.    Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.&lt;br /&gt;16.    Dream more while you are awake.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.    Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;18.    Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.    Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.    Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.    No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;22.    Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;23.    Smile and laugh more.&lt;br /&gt;24.    You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.    Call your family often.&lt;br /&gt;26.    Each day give something good to others.&lt;br /&gt;27.    Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;28.    Spend time with people over the age of 70 &amp;amp; under the age of 6.&lt;br /&gt;29.    Try to make at least three people smile each day.&lt;br /&gt;30.    What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;31.    Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.    Do the right thing!&lt;br /&gt;33.    Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;34.    GOD heals everything.&lt;br /&gt;35.    However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;36.    No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;37.    The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;38.    When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for it.&lt;br /&gt;39.    Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: sans-serif; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.    Please Forward this to everyone you care about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: webdings;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The "handbook" is on display on my desk and I think I highlighted almost verything, except for 31 I think. Enjoy! I know you will....XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749011376605447506-3218737548780922332?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/3218737548780922332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/07/evacuate-dancefloor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/3218737548780922332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/3218737548780922332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/07/evacuate-dancefloor.html' title='Evacuate the dancefloor!'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-7135001612360025667</id><published>2009-07-27T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:30:45.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare....</title><content type='html'>I had a nightmare last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know why but I ended up in the forest on a stormy day with all my friends. I was stuck in a quicksand and I was sinking, FAST. I was the only one stuck in it and I was crying and waving my hands to reach out to them. The most surprising thing was everyone just folded their arms and glared at me. I have never been so afraid in a dream. When I asked why they wouldn't come and save me, they said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Its your fault you'd end up like this, a fitting end for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I wish it'll never EVER come true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&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/2749011376605447506-7135001612360025667?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/7135001612360025667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/07/nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/7135001612360025667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/7135001612360025667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/07/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare....'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-2071521369387260393</id><published>2009-07-25T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:18:50.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it all falls apart, sleep</title><content type='html'>..which is exactly what I've been doing this few days. The week's been pretty miserable. Tests and all.. However the main week-wrecker came as a surprise. I can't go for AFS, even though I'm selected among millions of hopefuls. I don't have the cash, nor the time to type a teacher recommendation letter, mind you,  that wasn't a typo, i REALLY had to type a recommendation letter which was supposed to be from teacher. the worst part is, I had 2 raise RM 3,000 in 3 days. Which family with parents working as government servants have that kind of money?! My parents wanted me to go, they were even ready to withdraw money from my poor brother's ASB savings account, but what the heck, he'll never ever forgive me, besides, I still have to pay another RM 7,000 if I wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical Malaysian scenario:&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; &lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Letter from AFS dated &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;7th July 2009&lt;/span&gt;, but the chop on the stamp said &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;15 July 2009&lt;/span&gt;, the letter reached my doorstep on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;17 July 2009&lt;/span&gt;, the closing date for 2nd application form to be handed up-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;27th July 2009&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;20-22 July is monthly tests&lt;/span&gt;) Oh did I mention? the form is 12 pages, and you have to prepare 3 letters-parents', candidates' and teachers', not to mention do a full-medical checkup, which the procedure will take at least a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But the good thing was the installment of the upcoming band committee. Putting them in where they are today doesn't mean there'll be no conflicts, but I trust they'll be doing their best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something else too, this one is more school-based, (and no, its not about the test or the magazine) But I do sincerely hope it'll end, because I know that well, somebody or rather "somebodies" dislike the way I am. Can't say I didn't try, cuz I have been working extra hard these few weeks but, oh well, is that's the way it has to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is: &lt;blockquote style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sorry, I'm not gonna change for anyone, I'll continue to be myself and socialise with whoever I want (including you) because I love all my friends (you included) and I love me. If I like the way I am, rest assured I would not change for anyone just to please them. This is the real me, take it or leave it. I can accept and forgive you, whoever or whatever you might be, but if I don't suit your criteria, too bad.  &lt;/blockquote&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/2749011376605447506-2071521369387260393?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/2071521369387260393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-it-all-falls-apart-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/2071521369387260393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/2071521369387260393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-it-all-falls-apart-sleep.html' title='When it all falls apart, sleep'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-6122258969697844746</id><published>2009-07-07T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:50:14.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got a problem? Join the club</title><content type='html'>She really annoys me cuz she goes around saying "I hate you" to people who are nice 2 her. Doesn't she know that you'll never know what you've got till someone's gone? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 thing I bet is that when I die nobody will come to the funeral except my family, even the band wouldn't play 4 me. If I had 2 die in school, i probably wouldn't be discovered until SPM time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm emo, sorry 2 say but my mood's been filthily rotten these few days... I need a bear hug :( I need motivation... &lt;blockquote&gt;Don't stay away from me, it only makes me feel worse. This is the time when I need you the most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Gyaaahhhh! I hate to be me. It makes no difference if I'm dumb (bisu) or not, nobody really hears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, I have a backup plan. In case i fail to comfort myself, i have a very simple solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kill myself by listening to Hey Jude over and over and over again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hey, at least you have friends who love you no matter what state ur in (liquidkah, gaskah...lolz) , so why complain? I don't.&lt;br /&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/2749011376605447506-6122258969697844746?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/6122258969697844746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/07/youve-got-problem-join-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/6122258969697844746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/6122258969697844746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/07/youve-got-problem-join-club.html' title='You&apos;ve got a problem? Join the club'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-7407648885348368372</id><published>2009-06-27T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:01:08.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicking myself in the head is fun!</title><content type='html'>Okay, that really got ur attention didn't it? Oh wait, stupid me, nobody reads my blog posts T.T Anyway, I went to the cinema 2day, missed half of Transformers 2, haiz... But Shia Labeouf is SO HOT! Screw Megan Fox for being his onscreen gf, hopefully they don't end up like Dev Patel and Freida Pinto *touch wood*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't feel it, you know? the love vibe. It just ain't there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, am I not trying hard enough? Or did I try too hard? She still is very indifferent to me. But don't care la, I just wanna leave MLK and migrate somewhere else. too many bad memories 4 me... I finally understood why people say that IJC girls sombong... Life isnt' perfect.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(except in heaven, where the person who helped me the most in my life is now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm still pathetic, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;peace out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2749011376605447506-7407648885348368372?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/7407648885348368372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/06/kicking-myself-in-head-is-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/7407648885348368372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/7407648885348368372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/06/kicking-myself-in-head-is-fun.html' title='Kicking myself in the head is fun!'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-7910976291829310025</id><published>2009-06-21T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:05:06.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural touch</title><content type='html'>Option 1: something happens in your family, and everybody send you their condolences.&lt;br /&gt;Option 2: you keep it a secret, and everybody finds out somehow&lt;br /&gt;Option 3: you don't care whether it's secret or not, but everybody knows anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I got all 3 options. Note that the word "everybody" is in all 3. but guess who comes and hug me and sincerely conveyed their condolences? only like 7 people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yeah, friends are so awesome sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I'm just being pathetic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 7, I don't know the 2 other people very well. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kononnya&lt;/span&gt; the group of people who is my "rock"and "strength" never said a single word to me, what more a hug. You know, I feel like laughing cause at T's funeral they were hugging and comforting everybody, but when it comes to hugging and comforting me, it's as if I have contagious leprosy disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lepers have hearts too, FYI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm sorry but my heart is now closed. Come back in the next &lt;/span&gt;millennium&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&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/2749011376605447506-7910976291829310025?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/7910976291829310025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/06/natural-touch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/7910976291829310025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/7910976291829310025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/06/natural-touch.html' title='Natural touch'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-477747473602601210</id><published>2009-06-10T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:51:51.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wannabe everything</title><content type='html'>Ok, I admit I'm a wannabe. I tried to like American Idol, I tried to fall in love with anime characters, I tried to be "one of the boys", it doesn't seem to work out. The latest wannabe I wanna be (poetic! XD) is to be somebody's friend. But it's not working out either. I can proudly announce that my expertise is in succeeding in failing to be a wannabe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Wannabe good blogger X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749011376605447506-477747473602601210?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/477747473602601210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/06/wannabe-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/477747473602601210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/477747473602601210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/06/wannabe-everything.html' title='Wannabe everything'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-5363455863940965928</id><published>2009-06-02T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:28:34.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life gets you prepared</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SiVE915jNJI/AAAAAAAAADE/cYqSM_Zng0I/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SiVE915jNJI/AAAAAAAAADE/cYqSM_Zng0I/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342752362176132242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the lonely drops trickle&lt;br /&gt;Your face as you rest peacefully&lt;br /&gt;How can someone with life so vital&lt;br /&gt;Suffer now with sickness painfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red blood flowing through the tube&lt;br /&gt;Does not make you look better&lt;br /&gt;The measly way you drink your soup&lt;br /&gt;Only makes your skin paler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were fine the day before&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you fell so ill&lt;br /&gt;Your body became so sore&lt;br /&gt;You look like you lost your will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a coward for thinking lightly&lt;br /&gt;How you could regain yourself&lt;br /&gt;Never we thought so lightly&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I await the Lord's decision&lt;br /&gt;Whether you should go home&lt;br /&gt;Take away your pain, depression&lt;br /&gt;To where heaven will throw a great welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dance with Grandpa again&lt;br /&gt;To share all your life all over&lt;br /&gt;To live without the pain&lt;br /&gt;Is something I'd wished forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm prepared, whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;You hold the greatest stakes&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna see you healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;your granddaughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Lianne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749011376605447506-5363455863940965928?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/5363455863940965928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-gets-you-prepared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/5363455863940965928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/5363455863940965928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-gets-you-prepared.html' title='Life gets you prepared'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SiVE915jNJI/AAAAAAAAADE/cYqSM_Zng0I/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-8364438425925134542</id><published>2009-06-02T00:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:03:09.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June's everlasting binds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I've been reading w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ay too many romance novels. And no, I don't read it simply for that part (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;hah, what are u guys thinkin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;), But somehow I like reading how the two characters evolve and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;grow to love each other. Makes you feel as if love is here (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;But it's not, that's why it's fictitious X(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So many people like to get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;married during Ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SiQJoIarm8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/bFP4gqJNHJ4/s1600-h/nitha072016_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SiQJoIarm8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/bFP4gqJNHJ4/s400/nitha072016_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342405643027061698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ne (I'm talking about the big ol' USA, mind you). It's summer to them. But so what? July is still summer. Pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;h, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;creeps like RPats probably go out in the sun, sweat like goodn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ess-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SiQHrbV5P3I/AAAAAAAAACs/EWxxW5IjecY/s1600-h/david-archuleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SiQHrbV5P3I/AAAAAAAAACs/EWxxW5IjecY/s400/david-archuleta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342403500623609714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;knows-what, and refuses to wash his stinkin' hair (gross!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;David Archuleta is hawtter than that =P (I'll gladly touch his hand)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Jesse McCartne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;y is tempt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;ingly single XD (How Do I S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;leep? I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;of you.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So is Taylor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Lautner (werewolf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;rulez!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; a re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;dom-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;topi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;c post. You can tell aite? My life is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clevelandleader.com/files/jesse+mccartney+departure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 234px;" src="http://www.clevelandleader.com/files/jesse+mccartney+departure.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;boring (I hav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e no boyfriend remember? Most of my friends left for th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;eir holidays...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Lalychia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The boring ol' Lianne&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/2749011376605447506-8364438425925134542?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/8364438425925134542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/06/junes-everlasting-binds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/8364438425925134542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/8364438425925134542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/06/junes-everlasting-binds.html' title='June&apos;s everlasting binds'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SiQJoIarm8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/bFP4gqJNHJ4/s72-c/nitha072016_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-5481966688029605800</id><published>2009-05-29T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:39:38.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose the attitude, or lose your dignity X(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/Sh--F029_PI/AAAAAAAAACQ/J02GrKdXNHA/s1600-h/3022081383_fcba93785c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 344px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/Sh--F029_PI/AAAAAAAAACQ/J02GrKdXNHA/s400/3022081383_fcba93785c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341196690382519538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;So hawtt!! *sighs and faints in swoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't get me wrong... I am not emo, But I feel a sense of insecurity with one of my friends. I've known her ever since Form 1, and we maintain a fair relationship. But I can't help to notice why our relationship isn't moving forward. On the contrary, my other friend who only got to know her in Form 3 is so close to her, like bread and butter.... Haiz, believe me when I say I've tried, I've lost count of the trials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh, and may I remind you that she never invited me to join her at any special occasion? Left out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I try to be myself, my "fun" side as I call it (I can be really lame sometimes), but this doesn't seem to help. (OMG I think its because I resembled her enemy?? I can't bear that thought). I know all of you love me (sounds perasan XD), and I love you guys too. But it feels sad when one person doesn't acknowledge your friendship. It makes me feel...unsuitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(I glad I have friends who care so much about me, but what happens when their friend, [whom you treat as nicely as the others] totally ignores you? &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It's the holidays! and I still have to go school (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just great&lt;/span&gt;). But I don't really mind actually, sounds insane, but I'll remember to study more. O.o Do non-living items (eg School) have an intellectual aura? hah, I'll be doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know when in the world am I getting my new phone. I only want a phone which can sms well. I don't care about its features... My phone is giving me more headaches than convenience. Why? Crap, sometimes I wish I had that watch phone *hint* Hey wait, who am I gonna hint to? nobody will read this haha&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm such an idiot, a rambling, senseless one that is...&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/2749011376605447506-5481966688029605800?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/5481966688029605800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/05/lose-attitude-or-lose-your-dignity-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/5481966688029605800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/5481966688029605800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/05/lose-attitude-or-lose-your-dignity-x.html' title='Lose the attitude, or lose your dignity X('/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/Sh--F029_PI/AAAAAAAAACQ/J02GrKdXNHA/s72-c/3022081383_fcba93785c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-8592428309305032735</id><published>2009-05-28T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:17:11.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is How A Heart Breaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;This is SHITTY I tell you. I can scold all the bad words now but I learnt that scolding vulgar words online could get you to spend a bomb on lawyer's fee, and its ironic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean, WHY???!! Everybody AGREED you dope! and then your, "NO" really brought us down. Just so YOU know, yes I mean YOU know that you have all the authority in the world, and the money as well. YOU and us, we have no difference in a sense that we're trying to earn our own bread as well. Doesn't our independence makes you proud? No, apparently not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Just because we have to kiss your stupid derriere doesn't mean we're over yet. We still have a lot of projects coming up and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SINCERELY NOT INVITED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;I don't understand  this, we love our alma mater and you're preventing us from upholding her honour? Mother Mathilde (the 1st school principal) will be rolling in her grave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;This is just plain senseless I tell you, I can't believe we have to actually MATURE and look up to you as a ROLE MODEL. And that's giving you too much credit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S  This happens to be one of my most volatile post, so sorry about the rudeness to the readers, but I couldn't hold in my temper. This was directed to someone by the way...&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/2749011376605447506-8592428309305032735?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/8592428309305032735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-how-heart-breaks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/8592428309305032735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/8592428309305032735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-how-heart-breaks.html' title='This Is How A Heart Breaks'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-5874652598512868105</id><published>2009-05-26T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:38:39.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and Stare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; I was seriously caught off guard. I didn't think it would happen. Of all days today? God is seriously wicked (and I meant that in a good way)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay so I prayed a short prayer this morning as I was going downstairs for school. It's funny cause this few days I hadn't been able to pray very much (exams spoil everything, including relationship with God). So I just said a little prayer and it came true! Boom, just like that! Is that awesome or what? By the end of recess I was jumping for joy (in my heart) and I could write my Chinese essay w/o flinching. I hope it turns out okay though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I think Shi Yea's right. People don't read blogs. So right now I'm just syok sendiri. (Just so you know, since nobody's reading this, I don't think Shi Yea reads mine, though I enjoy reading her posts XD).  I was too lazy to sambung cerita in my diary so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; I resorted to typing here instead.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh dear, I have to go to school on Friday, that means no going out! (crap) Teacher's giving out Chemistry papers. Why is teacher so hardworking?? W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/ShwZ8RZsQOI/AAAAAAAAACI/XIHTqWPatKU/s1600-h/David+Archuleta2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 361px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/ShwZ8RZsQOI/AAAAAAAAACI/XIHTqWPatKU/s400/David+Archuleta2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340171781408571618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HY??!! But on the bright side, I have one less paper to worry about, hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Why is it so hard to forget about him? Just today when Raveena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; mentioned Add maths tuition I thought about him again. What's wrong with me man? No wonder Add Maths fai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;lin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;g la, haiyo... He's not cute, so why do I find it  hard to forget him? I could forget about my previous, honestly m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;ore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; good-looking crush much easily. But this one sticks in my brain (and heart). Stupid me, I wish I could kill that part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; of my brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; cells, seriously. From now on, I'm on a crush hiatus on normal guys. Celebrity crushes is what I'll depend on for this year, cause knowing that there's somebody out there you can't get a chance with sadistically satisfies me. I won't go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;nd pursue the guy, good eh? Wait, is this a therapeutical thing? It's so sadistic it scares me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm really into David Archuleta now. He is so down-to-earth and wonderful (the big-brother type which I find VERY appealing). He even wore a baju melayu, haha, and he looked drowned in it. XD. Anyway, Dev Patel's sorta tied up with the Freik so I'll put him aside for now =) . Did I mention my mum likes David Archuleta too? (just so you know, it's really hard to please her with guys) heh.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a strange urge to jump on a trampoline right now..... Wow, I love my randomness! (narcicissm to the max siut) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2749011376605447506-5874652598512868105?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/5874652598512868105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop-and-stare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/5874652598512868105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/5874652598512868105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop-and-stare.html' title='Stop and Stare'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/ShwZ8RZsQOI/AAAAAAAAACI/XIHTqWPatKU/s72-c/David+Archuleta2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-8867885662156954671</id><published>2009-05-21T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:55:22.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>{insert random title here}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/ShV5QYi2JUI/AAAAAAAAACA/4hKojglBfVg/s1600-h/img-thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/ShV5QYi2JUI/AAAAAAAAACA/4hKojglBfVg/s400/img-thing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338306255691064642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Keep in mind, you ARE still the person I want to spill my secrets to, to tell my lame jokes, to even have sarcasm thrown at me, even if we never seem to smile at each other... Distance doesn't kill me, but the distance of a relationship will. =|&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;This one's for all my friends out there. This particular quote, however, was inspired by my close friend who haven't really known me for long, but is being annoyed by me. I just don't know what to say except I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm so glad that we only have 3 papers left! I'm off to the library tomorrow, because I have learnt the important (and painful, literally) lesson of not procrastinating on mid-terms. Anyone up to it? haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;How do those people have such a good time, not study, and get away with it? Sheesh man, I know there are no stupid people, just stupid ways of procrastinating. Hah, should've seen that coming. Is it some sort of a gift? Is there such a thing where you don't study and can get straight A's? Goodness gracious knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;During this few course of days my mood has improved drastically, but something is bugging me, and if it's not resolved soon? (definitely not exam issues, that's an entirely different matter) It would be too akward for me and i'll have that strange feeling all over again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I need professional help, PRONTO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Fakhirah, wait up!&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/2749011376605447506-8867885662156954671?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/8867885662156954671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/05/keep-in-mind-you-are-still-person-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/8867885662156954671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/8867885662156954671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/05/keep-in-mind-you-are-still-person-i.html' title='{insert random title here}'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/ShV5QYi2JUI/AAAAAAAAACA/4hKojglBfVg/s72-c/img-thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-6389577241694555836</id><published>2009-05-09T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:41:19.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination kills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SgVBjBX1xOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bw1l2SB7nCM/s1600-h/funny-quotes-who-says-nothing-is-impossible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SgVBjBX1xOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bw1l2SB7nCM/s400/funny-quotes-who-says-nothing-is-impossible.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333741403609875682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes and I am a living specimen. It is the weekend before the exams and here I am, typing away like there's no tomorrow. There won't be a Monday, if I keep doing this XP..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really liked Shi Yea's new post. It actually gave me an adrenaline rush because I was so worried for her "lost" IC. So thanks, Shi Yea =). I feel mush better now, as opposed to the feelings I had during the previous posts. Manage to talk to my amigas about my problems and now I feel SO MUCH better. hah. Hopefully it will keep up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;There's so many things to do man. I still have to complete the classmag, type those headcommittee reports, finish my add maths conclusions, and certainly not the least, study for my Sunday Catechism classes (my religious class). Can't you believe it? I have to study for that too... And I'm gonna have to sleep early tonight, so that I won't be late tomorrow. Sigh, no midnight oil tonight, or my Catechism class teacher will be breathing down my neck and making me stand outside for coming late like a kindergarten kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wonder sometimes, do I have a personality?? People tell I'm a great listener, good to be with and all. Sorry to say, guys, but I don't really believe you. I've known somebody for 5 yrs now, and no I haven't strayed away from our friendship. In fact, I consider her a close friend (whether or not she treats me in the contrary I wouldn't know). But then I never seen my name in one of those tagged pictures you get on Facebook. It's hurtful to me, well, because that makes me feel like I have no personality. Or maybe I really don't have one.... I don't know :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I do crap a lot, I admit that, and I seek attention (I hate that side of me), but I force myself to stay quiet. Maybe it's good for everybody?? But somehow I still feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;"personalityless"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;. Gosh, I can't cook like a pro or handle a mace expertly or draw cartoons or make up weird catchphrases. So that makes me a nobody? Hmmm, I guess so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;~~I feel like a wannabe, sheesh...&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/2749011376605447506-6389577241694555836?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/6389577241694555836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/05/procrastination-kills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/6389577241694555836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/6389577241694555836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/05/procrastination-kills.html' title='Procrastination kills'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SgVBjBX1xOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bw1l2SB7nCM/s72-c/funny-quotes-who-says-nothing-is-impossible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-999798812932297542</id><published>2009-05-08T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T20:41:28.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wana be a sloth but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SgQob7acbjI/AAAAAAAAABw/8VXuv7FS4Vo/s1600-h/rosesareres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SgQob7acbjI/AAAAAAAAABw/8VXuv7FS4Vo/s400/rosesareres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333432318983695922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got so tired of life. I just want to study, study and study, get a scholarship then leave Melaka for med school and not remain in in this place. What can I do to improve the sitch? Man, living a day is hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't been sleeping well these days. the average amount of sleep I get for this week  is only around 2 hours. As expected I drag my groggy self every morning to school. And today, after my Bible Knowledge class around 5.15pm, I did some Mother's Day shopping and was HORRIFIED at the amount of money I had to spend. I'm so broke now, I can't even pay attention...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...which led on till I got home. I was still shocked at spending so much money, I just sat on my bed in a daze, seriously. Then when I got up to change my clothes, I got annoyed at the sound of crickets in the house, "How the heck did it get in here?!" I walked around, trying to trace the freaking crickets [beautiful or ugly, nature can be annoying sometimes :( ], and shoo those insects out. I realised that the sound was getting nearer, and I was hot on their heels (or feelers XD), and when I stuck my hand into my pocket, I finally realised that the clanking of the 5 sen coins I got as change from McD earlier were the source of the impromtu performance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm going delirious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just great...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(not)&lt;/span&gt;&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/2749011376605447506-999798812932297542?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/999798812932297542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/05/wana-be-sloth-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/999798812932297542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/999798812932297542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/05/wana-be-sloth-but.html' title='Wana be a sloth but...'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SgQob7acbjI/AAAAAAAAABw/8VXuv7FS4Vo/s72-c/rosesareres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-893791406551668815</id><published>2009-05-07T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:34:28.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings of my own'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SgKlMo1Lr1I/AAAAAAAAABo/ctbu3Aa2RoU/s1600-h/goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SgKlMo1Lr1I/AAAAAAAAABo/ctbu3Aa2RoU/s400/goodbye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333006545297583954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And when we get home, I know we won’t be home at all&lt;br /&gt;This place we live, it is not where we belong&lt;br /&gt;And I miss who we were in the town that we could call our own&lt;br /&gt;Going back to get away after everything has changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Could you remind me of a time when we were so alive?&lt;br /&gt;(Everything has changed)&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that? Do you remember that?&lt;br /&gt;(Everything has changed)&lt;br /&gt;Could you help me push aside all that I have left behind?&lt;br /&gt;(Everything has changed)&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that? Do you remember that?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;So we stand here now and no one knows us at all&lt;br /&gt;I won’t get used to this&lt;br /&gt;I won’t get used to being gone&lt;br /&gt;And going back won’t feel the same if we aren’t staying&lt;br /&gt;Going back to get away after everything has changed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Could you remind me of a time when we were so alive?&lt;br /&gt;(Everything has changed)&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that? Do you remember that?&lt;br /&gt;(Everything has changed)&lt;br /&gt;Could you help me push aside all that I have left behind?&lt;br /&gt;(Everything has changed)&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that? Do you remember that?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Taking up our time&lt;br /&gt;Taking up our time&lt;br /&gt;Taking up our time&lt;br /&gt;It’s taking up our time again&lt;br /&gt;Go back we can’t go back at all&lt;br /&gt;It’s taking up our time again&lt;br /&gt;Go back we can’t go back at all&lt;br /&gt;It’s taking up our time again&lt;br /&gt;Go back we can’t go back at all&lt;br /&gt;It’s taking up our time, taking up our time&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Could you remind me of a time when we were so alive?&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that? Do you remember that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;*from Tabitha's blog... I was thinking about her so much because of all the chaos in my life... And how she used to be to pull me out of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Somewhere out there is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;really lonely girl&lt;/span&gt; who thinks she is abandoned by everyone. She &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;puts on her "mask"&lt;/span&gt; every morning, and at school does her rounds unnoticed, for her "lifelong" friend does &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;not even notice&lt;/span&gt; her. She is not a popular person. And deep down, she wonders if &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;people will ever remember&lt;/span&gt; her when she dies, if people feel the loss of losing someone so dear, or will her passing be &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;completely meaningless&lt;/span&gt;???"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749011376605447506-893791406551668815?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/893791406551668815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/05/somewhere-out-there-is-really-lonely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/893791406551668815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/893791406551668815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/05/somewhere-out-there-is-really-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SgKlMo1Lr1I/AAAAAAAAABo/ctbu3Aa2RoU/s72-c/goodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-2899473960787772238</id><published>2009-05-06T00:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:20:04.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me? Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SgBy2X2tgYI/AAAAAAAAABY/6ptdNgqWzV0/s1600-h/Goodbye_by_Dark_Scythe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SgBy2X2tgYI/AAAAAAAAABY/6ptdNgqWzV0/s400/Goodbye_by_Dark_Scythe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332388237248659842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Attended school today as usual and found half the class absent (where in the world are you guys? Sheesh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt miserable at a certain time of the day during school because I was reminded of an advice somebody gave me last Thursday. I guess that's me... XP &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Some people had such a good life that they are bad at consoling those who had life hit back at them. The problem is, these people happen to be very close to you and after that long period of "depression" (during which they failed to console you), you feel so foreign interacting with them and you sort of forgotten what was it like talking and laughing with them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You find yourself totally lost for words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I wonder everyday if it is my fault that I made my own life so miserable. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It took some time realising that the problem was me I guess, I took myself too seriously&lt;/span&gt; (that just sounded like nonsense, because I'm more of a procrastinator, I don't know how I came to be that way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wonder all the time what would happen if I left sooner than I thought. As I was doodling away at the expense of somebody's hand today during &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ceramah&lt;/span&gt; (remember the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ceramah? XD). &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; the people who makes me world go round&lt;/span&gt; would actually would remember me. Imagine, my funeral would only be attended by the priest and the undertaker. I find it easy to imagine though. Forgive me for my emoness but I imagine it happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I do have people coming round to tell me how much they appreciate me. But, well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;actions speak louder than words.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Maybe I'm just really boring. Maybe I'm insignificant. Maybe I'm just as miserable as I think I am, or maybe I did make a little difference. I'm so unconvinced right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Would anyone like to admit that I was a significant presence in their life? No, I guessed as much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Dang, I'm gonna die alone and miserable with 27 cats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and only have the priest and undertaker attending my funeral&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Allow me to borrow Kelsey's words&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;"I'm gonna die a virgin!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;and a grumpy,hateful old b*tch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;How delightful&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/2749011376605447506-2899473960787772238?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/2899473960787772238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/2899473960787772238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/2899473960787772238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-really.html' title='Me? Really?'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SgBy2X2tgYI/AAAAAAAAABY/6ptdNgqWzV0/s72-c/Goodbye_by_Dark_Scythe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-7207557034149183742</id><published>2009-05-02T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:21:38.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life life life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SfxiIr-cFBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iE3fpYIMQBk/s1600-h/Love_by_kode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SfxiIr-cFBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iE3fpYIMQBk/s400/Love_by_kode.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331243960282911762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder why we are what we are. For example, why does she attract boys and why I don't. Ok ok, that was a pretty lame example, but you get my point right? (For those who think they had never attracted boys, join the club XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the way, this is not a discriminating post about gals who are taken, single or two-timing, haha... I mean to say some of the guys practically flock to the gals, but for some, they're just "the best friend".  I've heard stories form both sides (from the singles and the taken and the two-timing), and you won't believe the stories I get from these people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;First of all, from the singles--They think they're not attractive when they actually are. And contrary to myths, these girls actually make very nice partners (if they like you back, that is =P) They are the ones who would be very sensitive to needs cause usually they are very sincere in their relationships. They really value the time they spend with their man because they know that it's not easy to some across love. They like to shy away because of lack of experience. These category of girls usually have a sunny and cheery personality (like I said, they give relationships their all).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What they say---&gt; "I'm not pretty enough for guys" , "I'm shy, I don't want to talk to him", "Maybe I'm just not confident enough", "What if he doesn't like me back?", "He showing any signs, I don't want to carry on", "Forget it, he doesn't deserve me" etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&gt;&gt;THE TAKEN....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;They are good to hang out with cause they always know exactly what you want. They are experienced in this field. They know how to have a good time on dates. Best of all, they are really sociable and are comfortable meeting new people. They're the ones who will score when you bring this kind of girl out to meet your guy friends. They are fun, outgoing and they know what to do when something happens in a relationship (if they'd faced the same problem before). They feel deeply for others because they'd most probably experienced heartbreak in relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And they say--&gt;"Hello, nice to meet you...", "Hey let's try this", "What are you afraid of?", "It doesn't hurt if it doesn't kill,", "Hey, it's not worth your tears" etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;}Two Timers{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Oh dear, these are the ones who falls too much for guys, and love to SS (Syok Sendiri). However, this category does not necessarily mean negativity. I fall in this category, as I can be in love with 2 or more celebrities at one time (lolz). They (or rather people like me) like guys with good looks. They also fall for guys with amazing personalities. They seem to fantasise about the good looking guys most of the time and change their preference (of guys)  from time to time. But they are a lot of fun to be with cause they are very open about things. They like new ideas and accept differences. (That's why some of us and stay hooked to a celebrity for a significant amount of time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;They love to say--&gt;"Wow, that guy's hot!", "Wonder who is he dating?", "Hey, he's for me only", "Please, if can multitask, surely I can handle more than two guys.." etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, makes enough sense??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*all contents of this post may or may not be officially factual XP&lt;/span&gt;&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/2749011376605447506-7207557034149183742?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/7207557034149183742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-life-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/7207557034149183742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/7207557034149183742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-life-life.html' title='Life life life'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SfxiIr-cFBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iE3fpYIMQBk/s72-c/Love_by_kode.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749011376605447506.post-4485222738846781245</id><published>2009-05-01T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:27:22.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worldly issues'/><title type='text'>Chuck everything and relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know whether anyone realised but the world seems to be gloomy nowadays.. (I think you know what I mean..) It's just that there's the swine flu and mid-term and vicious assaults and negativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Maybe we're just putting to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;o much pressure on ourselves. Sure, the world may be advance but humans seem more primitive now. They actually catfight on who wins a certain competition, lash out at each other on the internet. Just plain dumb. and we call them "humans".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;The fact is, being the smarter creature on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SgB2nVKj_OI/AAAAAAAAABg/yYwJ6tjAQ74/s1600-h/04e3vz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SgB2nVKj_OI/AAAAAAAAABg/yYwJ6tjAQ74/s320/04e3vz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332392376875089122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;earth won't make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;much of a difference if we don't put our differences aside. Why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;o you think smokers smoke? Don't you think they know the dangers? Of course they do, they just use the "habitual" excuse to get away with it. Is DUI bad. Yea, but do you think it's gonna stop people from drunk driving. Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What's happening? The world is supposed to be more advanced. Not just technologically or scientifically, but attitude-wise and spiritually. Why else do you think we're on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; this earth for? Our life purpose is to curse non-stop? To groan at everything? If you think that's all there is to life I think you should really see a psychiatrist :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If little kids can settle disputes, why can't grown-ups do the same thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;g? Life is pretty simple really, its just maturity making us think otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'd wish I'd had lived in the primitive times. Life would be so much simpler without schools or teenage crisis.&lt;br /&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/2749011376605447506-4485222738846781245?l=pompousenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/4485222738846781245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/05/chuck-everything-and-relax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/4485222738846781245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749011376605447506/posts/default/4485222738846781245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousenigma.blogspot.com/2009/05/chuck-everything-and-relax.html' title='Chuck everything and relax'/><author><name>Lianne (butiliketobeknownas Gianna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840134469716788607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/TJMDoIJOLOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MNoD4WALa8w/s1600-R/38269_413466041397_733906397_4812810_7573288_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYsUW1xHpCM/SgB2nVKj_OI/AAAAAAAAABg/yYwJ6tjAQ74/s72-c/04e3vz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
