tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82035936951937388102008-08-20T12:10:32.208+08:00The Uptown Lifeyours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comBlogger242125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-73017463106743728312008-08-16T00:29:00.005+08:002008-08-16T00:54:10.401+08:00i can tell that's fake. but aren't we all superficial?<div style="text-align: right;">got one paper off my chest. how did i do? well, i'd like to think i did okay. 50%? i just pray that content matters and not the length. haha. =p<br /><br />what else? ah, next on the list. motivational camp for the kids! super duper excited, i could use some motivation. haha. but i'm still excited, although i'm loaded (not as in cash) with work. period.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SKWve_J0mVI/AAAAAAAABpA/NMOcTMJq7rg/s1600-h/klpac.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SKWve_J0mVI/AAAAAAAABpA/NMOcTMJq7rg/s320/klpac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234783088771635538" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">ah. and so fei sms-ed us, and took us to watch the <a href="http://www.klpac.com/Welcome.asp?c=whatsontheatreview&amp;theatreID=236&amp;theatrecatID=5">short+sweet</a> play, at KL Pac, which was shweeet! Also to support <a href="http://thewarpedmind.blogspot.com/">Vince</a>'s playwright who was featured among the 10 play i watched tonight.<br /><br />Being a theater (virgin), i am, i was really impressed by how good can it be.<br /><br /><br />Every play in their own rights; the actors, the witty lines, great scripts. did enjoy watching a 10 minutes play (10 different plays), it's fast paced and direct to the point, and most importantly, you won't get bored! :)<br /><br /><br />i particularly enjoyed "I can tell your handbag is fake" by <a href="http://deanlundquist.com/">Dean Lundquist</a>. superb!<br /></div>yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-91501010081922074722008-08-14T19:04:00.001+08:002008-08-14T19:09:45.584+08:00i'm type B.<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SKQSJiDdmaI/AAAAAAAABo4/nvBQNQdsV8E/s1600-h/download.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SKQSJiDdmaI/AAAAAAAABo4/nvBQNQdsV8E/s320/download.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234328621880809890" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">haha. this is me. xD<br /></div>yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-8306023586444531392008-08-12T23:18:00.005+08:002008-08-13T19:49:57.686+08:00makes me wanna go to the beach real bad. :(<div style="text-align: right;"><object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MmetbTknAUk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MmetbTknAUk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"></embed></object><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">My Time With You by David Choi and Kina Grannis<br /><br />Makes you go warm and fuzzy, take-off-your-slippers-and-run-on-the-beach. :')<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SKGr2pX_tAI/AAAAAAAABoo/i_sK-eiMVjA/s1600-h/pickdavidchoi.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SKGr2pX_tAI/AAAAAAAABoo/i_sK-eiMVjA/s320/pickdavidchoi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233653197289010178" border="0" /></a><br />and david got some lovin' from <a href="http://www.jcpvote.com/">jcpenney</a><br />click on the link to vote for the best outfit and download the <a href="http://ai.xanga.com/mp3/mytimewithyou.mp3">song</a> for free =p<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SKGr25aDCwI/AAAAAAAABow/sJ082XjCHnk/s1600-h/pickdc.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SKGr25aDCwI/AAAAAAAABow/sJ082XjCHnk/s320/pickdc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233653201592584962" border="0" /></a><br />outfit 2 is the best. i like it simple, and stripes looks good on him! xDyours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-85640799555811380262008-08-10T00:34:00.005+08:002008-08-10T01:08:32.678+08:00Hao Hao (I'm making fun of The Mummy =p)<div style="text-align: right;">The Beijing Olympic's Opening was nothing short of spectacular. I think from the start of the live telecast, I had my mouth wide open simply because I was truly amazed by how creative they are, from the chinese painting, to of course, the final passing of the orb, which deserved a standing ovation.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJ3KBVsc_8I/AAAAAAAABoA/Gz_xAoNDvMA/s1600-h/bd808411b92344e0ae47e5e6a9c029bf-getty-81972990sb160_olympics_open.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJ3KBVsc_8I/AAAAAAAABoA/Gz_xAoNDvMA/s320/bd808411b92344e0ae47e5e6a9c029bf-getty-81972990sb160_olympics_open.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232560466426658754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Lovely presentation of the 3D globe, while a touching performance by Sarah Brightman and China's singer, Liu Huan.<br /><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJ3KBjVF5II/AAAAAAAABoI/ntgjPn6X1y0/s1600-h/capt.cb271117b1e34443a12f1c48d5b5d4b1.beijing_olympics_opening_ceremony_oly962.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJ3KBjVF5II/AAAAAAAABoI/ntgjPn6X1y0/s320/capt.cb271117b1e34443a12f1c48d5b5d4b1.beijing_olympics_opening_ceremony_oly962.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232560470086771842" border="0" /></a><br />One thousand men for this formation. They were decked in green, but had little bulbs on their body that changes colour as you can see in the picture. Other worthy mention formation is the shape of a dove, which represents peace and unity.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJ3KBv3ysZI/AAAAAAAABoQ/f3bkTqZGuh0/s1600-h/16fe0850868d31f3947665f4cbcf0610-getty-81972990mw040_olympics_open.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJ3KBv3ysZI/AAAAAAAABoQ/f3bkTqZGuh0/s320/16fe0850868d31f3947665f4cbcf0610-getty-81972990mw040_olympics_open.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232560473453539730" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Yao Ming holding the China flag, as he led a total of 639 people of China's contingent during the parade, which is also the largest contingent among the 204 countries.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJ3KCIs3GdI/AAAAAAAABog/e_6HRpXAMNA/s1600-h/f9e91e4348fc06535d01eb1be0522293-getty-81972990cc136_olympics_open.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJ3KCIs3GdI/AAAAAAAABog/e_6HRpXAMNA/s320/f9e91e4348fc06535d01eb1be0522293-getty-81972990cc136_olympics_open.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232560480118577618" border="0" /></a><br />No, Chinese New Year is not here yet, nor McDonald's not having a strike, it's China's athletes during the parade.<br /><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJ3KB-maM3I/AAAAAAAABoY/n3vxHIiYquc/s1600-h/r121996250.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJ3KB-maM3I/AAAAAAAABoY/n3vxHIiYquc/s320/r121996250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232560477407163250" border="0" /> </a><br />Japan's contingent, one of the few, or might be the only one country that held their flag+ China's flag together during the parade. This is what I call, true nation spirit.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">As I was watching the amazing fireworks, performance etc, as amazed as I was and still am right now, I cannot help but think that 40 billion dollars (estimation) is a tad too much for an opening, even for the sake of nation's unity. And just to think about the Sichuan tragedy few months back, and the Tibet issue, which is still ongoing.<br /><br />Such irony. and here they are, promoting unity and peace.<br /><br />What do you think?<br /></div>yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-36964806061387618132008-08-08T00:30:00.005+08:002008-08-08T01:09:29.492+08:00millionth tag game.okay. exaggerating.<br />anyways, i'm supposed to write 7 facts about myself. again. lol.<br />i'm not going to tag anyone else for it but then again, i think i want to.<br />okay, this is a punishment to those who doesn't update their blog regularly.<br />Jamie and Kristina. You're <span style="font-weight: bold;">tagged</span>. xD<br /><br /><br />okay here's my list:-<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJsnBVW2FlI/AAAAAAAABnY/NaHrJT-6cW8/s1600-h/felicia+photography.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJsnBVW2FlI/AAAAAAAABnY/NaHrJT-6cW8/s320/felicia+photography.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231818295987279442" border="0" /></a><br />1) i love photography.<br />oh and i adore this picture of me taken by <a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=3Cl5gWMIRp8">jade</a>. :)<br /><br />check out <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/theuptownlife/">myflickr</a>.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJsnzxEVBtI/AAAAAAAABno/w0n9VdjGL5Q/s1600-h/l_dab24ed0d9755895ac6a6bc09342db05.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJsnzxEVBtI/AAAAAAAABno/w0n9VdjGL5Q/s320/l_dab24ed0d9755895ac6a6bc09342db05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231819162419267282" border="0" /></a><br />2) he's my obsession= <a href="http://www.youtube.com/davidchoimusic"><span style="font-weight: bold;">david choi</span></a><br />3) he's the reason to why i can play the guitar. *winks*<br />4) i love koala bears *haha*<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJsnzn8HHiI/AAAAAAAABng/PbWWj8vC_pw/s1600-h/l_402a0241c66c464848c4df48cfd8c638.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJsnzn8HHiI/AAAAAAAABng/PbWWj8vC_pw/s320/l_402a0241c66c464848c4df48cfd8c638.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231819159968882210" border="0" /></a><br />5) <span style="font-weight: bold;">he's my pillar= my dad</span><br /><br />It makes my life worth it when he tells me "I'm proud of you"<br /><br />6) And yes, <span style="font-weight: bold;">I love the beach</span>. I don't consider myself a beach bum but I'm practically born to stay close to the waters. Ironically, my biggest fear is drowning. Any take on that?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJsoZqdtW5I/AAAAAAAABn4/8EDvnG1ChJA/s1600-h/l_217f1814fa7f17461f592f6698c0f8ad.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJsoZqdtW5I/AAAAAAAABn4/8EDvnG1ChJA/s320/l_217f1814fa7f17461f592f6698c0f8ad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231819813481700242" border="0" /></a><br />7) My <span style="font-weight: bold;">favourite quote</span> from Elizabethtown.<br /><br />I'm pretty much a philosophical person. I love quotes.<br />Anything, deep, serious, witty and cute. I love them all!yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-56906627061252709292008-08-07T23:30:00.003+08:002008-08-08T00:28:51.690+08:00i want to lock you up in my closet...<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">where no one's around</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i want to put your hand in my pocket</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">coz you're allowed</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i wanna drive you into a corner</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and kiss you without a sound</span></span><br /><br /><br />okay, i have no idea why this song is stuck in my mind right now. and why i love this song so much when it first came out. tra la la la..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJsgycsuDxI/AAAAAAAABnQ/OxajTFyA468/s1600-h/IMG_2865+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJsgycsuDxI/AAAAAAAABnQ/OxajTFyA468/s320/IMG_2865+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231811443190271762" border="0" /></a><br />[pic] <span style="font-weight: bold;">Beba and Greg.</span><br /><br />anyways, decided to share this picture with you guys.<br />it was from my shooting for David Choi's music video, <a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=3Cl5gWMIRp8">How Long</a><br />Potential Wedding Potrait. xD<br /><br /><br /><br />Anyone wants to have their photograph taken, do drop me a message. *hint*yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-646529623772115322008-08-06T03:25:00.001+08:002008-08-06T03:29:13.184+08:00for the first time...i felt disappointed and scared at the same time.<br /><br /><object width="400" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErehM-q3rSc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErehM-q3rSc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="340"></embed></object>yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-89572828608776049442008-08-02T16:26:00.005+08:002008-08-02T16:41:03.106+08:00perdendosi. i mean it.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJQa6VryJQI/AAAAAAAABnA/lt1zzw_AkKs/s1600-h/2161273743_4382527f11_o.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SJQa6VryJQI/AAAAAAAABnA/lt1zzw_AkKs/s320/2161273743_4382527f11_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229834656839509250" border="0" /></a><br />Perdendosi (Pair-den-doe-si), my current status. In music terms, it means dying away. Yes, I'm literally dying away. You know how you gotta a whole workload, but you're trying to be in denial? I reckon that's more painful than having panic attack when you know your final presentation in going to be in two days.<br /><br />Yea. i'm suffering from that. well, people give it a lot of names.<br />And I'm sure you know it. =_=;;<br /><br />did i mentioned it's only 20 more days to finally "graduate"? yeah. time flies.<br /><br />quoting reems, "it has been our routine for 2 1/2 years, what are we going to do?" either you further your studies, get a job, or get married. =p Hmm, 3rd option only works if only I have a boyfriend. haha.yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-68313313477135098652008-08-02T11:52:00.002+08:002008-08-02T12:01:10.597+08:00better than sex, definitely.<div style="text-align: center;"><embed src="http://www.spill.com/widget/spillvideowidget.swf" width="100%" height="444" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" scale="noscale" flashvars="sourceId=4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/products/flashplayer"></embed><br /><br />this review is spot on, couldn't have said it better, as if they took the words right out from my mouth. brilliantly shot, brilliant characterization, all the right elements, the suspense, the drama, the action, it was almost perfect.<br /><br />2 hours into the movie, you're already exhausted. Like "What could possibly be next?"<br />but it makes you jump right up, makes you hold on to your seat until it ends, and it deserves a standing ovation.<br /><br />but, i would say no to batman's voice. do you really think that sound even close to mysterious or sexy? well, apparently it was to cover bale's welsh accent, hence the "out-of-breath" voice. "C-hould youu makkkee hhiiimm thalkkk?" With all due respect, it was funny.<br /><br /><br />speaking of which, i've already posted my opinion in the earlier post (i watched it during the world's premier), but this review at <a href="www.spill.com">spill.com</a> will tell you exactly how i felt about the movie. oh yes, they make the funniest reviews! :)<br /></div>yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-24894544560704776142008-07-29T22:39:00.003+08:002008-07-29T22:58:29.224+08:00i have a crush on you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SI8tm59Zz1I/AAAAAAAABms/KjdYYRjN1sU/s1600-h/01AwcA9gwDbzkAAAADAAAAAAAAAAA+.png"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SI8tm59Zz1I/AAAAAAAABms/KjdYYRjN1sU/s320/01AwcA9gwDbzkAAAADAAAAAAAAAAA+.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228447838817079122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />an innocent crush is always fun<br />but it's also the time where you knock yourself on the head<br />and go "Why can't I pick up some courage to give eye contact or something?"<br /><br />but the best part is to have a smile plastered on your face<br />the worst part? is to smile to everyone around you but your crush. don't you agree?<br /><br />:)yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-13629483083132795222008-07-25T13:33:00.004+08:002008-07-25T14:03:11.119+08:00good job seems rare these days<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SIlmEidAugI/AAAAAAAABmk/OdNs12JIhoY/s1600-h/good_job_red_ribbon.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 242px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SIlmEidAugI/AAAAAAAABmk/OdNs12JIhoY/s320/good_job_red_ribbon.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226821070694169090" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />my dad's current overused phrase. and i'm blaming it on <a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/hancock/">Hancock</a><br />College life has been great so far, as much as I *what'stheword* would very much like to move on to do other things? and my dad, being a dad, like any other dads. maybe not. he's one of a kind. always telling me that "<span style="font-size:100%;">girl, <span style="font-weight: bold;">good job</span></span>" (<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">times a hundred time</span></span>)<br /><br />the first few times when he told me he was proud of me, i was touched, i mean really happy, because the fact that i spent all my life (nearly two decades now) trying to be someone he could be proud of. <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*onlychildsyndromewtfright*</span><br /></span><br />and then there came Hancock and he was on a <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Good Job"</span> rampage.<br />i was on the verge of rolling my eyes (well i did roll my eyes everytime i hear that ;p) but today in class i learned a new perspective.<br /><br />"you will find these days when you go outside, you don't get a pat on the back or a "<span style="font-weight: bold;">good job</span>". it's rare. i mean who cares?<br /><br />which is true. i agree 1000 percent on that statement. you get more "envy/jealousy" when you do a <span style="font-weight: bold;">good job</span>, i mean by telling you you're doing a <span style="font-weight: bold;">good job</span>, would be admitting that i'm incapable. agree?<br /><br /><br />Well, the moral of the story is, you must tell yourself you're doing a <span style="font-weight: bold;">GOOD JOB</span>. whether in work, relationship or daily basis.<br /><br />now that i think of it,<span style="font-weight: bold;"> "good job"</span> doesn't sound so bad after all.<br />but taking for granted is bad.<br /><br />make this world a better place by telling family, friends, colleagues, whoever you meet on daily basis, <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Good Job"</span>. okay maybe not <span style="font-weight: bold;">good job</span>, but you get the drift.<br /><br />there you go ladies and gentlemen, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Good Job</span>! xD<br /><br /></div></div>yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-6682513030399576472008-07-24T23:48:00.007+08:002008-07-25T00:02:52.138+08:00God never takes away something without giving something back<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="300" width="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bppXP91b4nE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bppXP91b4nE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="350"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">credit: coolsmurf @ <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.youtube.com">youtube</a><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ye Eun</span>, a korean girl who is blind since birth who can play the piano just by listening to the tune<br />and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Connie Talbot</span>, X-Factor winner who blows me away every time she belts out <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Somewhere over the rainbow"</span><br /></span><br /><br />another reminder for me that God never fails to amaze me<br />and how we should take little moments in life to appreciate its beauty.<br /></div><br /></div>yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-41957022678409567582008-07-21T01:29:00.005+08:002008-07-21T02:37:47.843+08:00one of those days when internet connection sucks<div style="text-align: justify;">when it isn't anyways? <span style="font-weight: bold;">one.</span> the connection decided to be a brat. <span style="font-weight: bold;">two.</span> the router decides to commit suicide. sobs. i was on the verge of breaking down. okay. maybe tugging at my hair. but when you're living outside, internet is your life. it's like losing your phone, and you can't call anyone because you're too dependent on it that you don't bother to remember any of your friends' number; lol; i'm just trying to explain the gravity of the situation.<br /><br />gosh, and how technology fails you. you can't check your mail, you can't meet deadlines, you can't do assignment (well, it's usually when you don't have internet, you decided then you're supposed to finish your long procrastinated assignment) i'm sure you can relate to that.<br /><br />so you're wondering how come you're reading this when i'm complaining about it. yes, guilty as charged, thanks to mr. aztech, i'm able to spend the last 5 hours sitting in front of this "idiot box". so far, i completed my daily routines (well, to make up the last <span style="font-weight: bold;">FOUR</span> days w/o updates of my quote of the day etc), I did pretty well. Okay. Not really. But you know how you're watching something and you go like, "I wanna google that on IMDB.com, but then" shucks! you realize that you can't do that. bummer!<br /><br />okay, enough. that's like 3 paragraphs of how technology can fail you at crucial times, and there's more where that came from. so i did some catch up on some movies: made of honor, get smart, hancock, and the dark knight. you might be thinking that's not catch up because <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">2</span> out of the 4 are relatively new. haha. :p<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">made of honor</span>: <span style="font-weight: bold;">mcdreamy</span> lives up to his name, and <span style="font-weight: bold;">michelle monaghan</span> is just so sweet! although you can literally see some "balls" action which is cringe-worthy. bluergh.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">get smart</span>: slapstick funny. <span style="font-weight: bold;">dwayne johnson</span> is hot! <span style="font-weight: bold;">steve carell</span> is passe, trying to replace steve martin with him, no.. none of the above. <span style="font-weight: bold;">anne hathaway</span>, hot but seems like she doesn't belong to the show. hmm. there i said my two cents.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">hancock</span>: course-related movie finally! but disappointing although <span style="font-weight: bold;">will smith</span> is good, but why does he has to take up stereotyped roles? wait, or he's being stereotyped for these roles? first there's men in black, then irobot, yadayada... i am legend, and now this. esp in the movie he said, "after all, i'm the only one of my kind" I cringed. It was like, "Is this I am Legend? am i in the right cinema?" i like the underlining message, the don'ts in pr i supposed, it was alright until the corny storyline although i admit it has a good twist, totally unexpected.<br /><br />and yes, <span style="font-weight: bold;">the dark knight</span>: brilliantly written, shot! one thing i never experience in any of the batman movies that i did in this one: it made me believe that gotham city existed. i don't know how to explain that but really, it did it for me.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">heath ledger</span> made it so alive, and such irony now that he's no longer here, and i think he made everyone delivered their lines so perfectly. peer pressure works sometimes. aside from that, he freaked me out, like how he has MPD personalities and his no rules thing he goes by. oh yeah, he spoiled "You complete me" line for me. Now when I hear those three words, I would not be thinking of tom cruise in jerry mcguire, but a <span style="font-weight: bold;">"joker"</span> and his eerier line, "Why so serious?"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">aaron eckhart </span>did well as <span style="font-weight: bold;">two-face</span>, but he looked like a mummy, and don't tell me his face doesn't hurt. i didn't like his blond hair, coz everyone else in the movie is brunette. so it kinda spoil it for me, but it's nothing much.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">christian bale</span> did well except for the fact that everytime he's batman, his voice sounded like "Lhet hherrr ghooo" it was like speaking with flam in your throat. some has defended saying it was the only way to cover his welsh accent. i only found out 3.5 hours ago that he's english. how bout that? and shirley who was sitting next to me pointed out and i agree that his face "changed", he loss weight? either that, or he went for a plastic surgery. his mouth looked like pierce brosnan and boy, he resembles tom cruise when he was younger (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/media/rm296918272/nm0000288">click) </a><br /><br />and there was <span style="font-weight: bold;">edison chen</span> with his 2 second "leave your phone at the reception for security purposes" cameo. lucky him, he get to be in the scene with<span style="font-weight: bold;"> morgan freeman</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">sirius black (gary oldman) aka commissioner gordon</span> was brilliant in the movie although he had his fair share of insensate moments. look out for him as well. what about the lovely rachel dawes acted by <span style="font-weight: bold;">maggie gyllenhaal</span> ? i could hear jamie and shirls repeatingly saying old.fat.slut during the kissing scenes. come on, for me, she did way better than katie homes. and she looked the part. oh yeah, i admit she looked hot in one scene where she queried the joker at the police station. yes, she is a lil old, 31 years old this year, but she has this "monalisa" beauty to her (pun not intended) very vintage look.<br /><br />when the credits started rolling, there was a virtual standing ovation. well, at least jamie and i stood up and starting clapping. beautiful but it left me emotional, and exhausted. so much for destressing eh?<br /><br />**<br /><br />till the 24th July. if i can make it there safe. i'm praying for strength. and <span style="font-style: italic;">time.</span></div>yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-6099536115748750722008-07-14T19:01:00.006+08:002008-07-14T20:24:57.219+08:00If you're under 40, chances are you haven't ever craved a Volvoafter rain effect. one word: dreamy. one of those days (rare!) to dream a little. and no, it doesn't hurt. ;) and yes, be prepared for some real "craving".<br /><br />ladies and gentlemen, meet my dream car, oh-my-c30. xD<br /><br />Come on, just look at the beauty. Never have I drooled over a car like I drool over a guy before. Come to think about it, I should've been a guy, what a waste, but oh well, I am what I am.<br /><br />Now, just look at this handsome...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SHs57tccmcI/AAAAAAAABmU/ny6IAn6hIhI/s1600-h/c30+front+side.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SHs57tccmcI/AAAAAAAABmU/ny6IAn6hIhI/s320/c30+front+side.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222831890840197570" border="0" /></a><br />Volvo C30, Flint Grey and Zaurak 7x17" chromed rims (according to my specification :D)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SHs574MkT7I/AAAAAAAABmc/VXb2rSEs2R4/s1600-h/c30+rear.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SHs574MkT7I/AAAAAAAABmc/VXb2rSEs2R4/s320/c30+rear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222831893726384050" border="0" /></a><br />Scandinavian- inspired rear design, bearing similarities to the the swinging 60s <a href="http://www.cherishedtelevision.co.uk/Roger&amp;Volvo.jpg">P1800 ES</a>, Roger Moore drove in "The Saint".<br /><br />pic: <a href="http://www.volvocars.com/MY/MODELS/C30/Pages/default.aspx">volvo C30</a><br /><span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"><br />more: <a href="http://www.edmunds.com/insideline/do/Drives/FullTests/articleId=121907">1</a> <a href="http://www.motortrend.com/roadtests/hatchbacks/112_0612_2008_volvo_c30/interior_exterior.html">2</a> <a href="http://www.zerotohundred.com/2008/auto-news/volvo-c30-officially-in-malaysia/#comment-3042">3</a> <a href="http://www.volvocars.com/MY/MODELS/C30/Pages/default.aspx">4 </a><br /></span><br /><br /><span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"The C30 isn't for people with kids. It's a different kind of a Volvo for a different kind of customer," </span>says </span><span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT">chief designer Simon Lamarre.<br /><br /><br />Now let us chant this mantra: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Impossible is nothing, just do it!</span> xD Come what may, your wish is at the universe's command. Ask and you shall receive, knock and the door shall be opened to you.<br /><br />Now, who's with me? :)<br /><br /></span><span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"></span>yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-7690038859373817012008-07-12T00:21:00.005+08:002008-07-12T00:40:12.003+08:00it's a lil tight, good job!<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SHeI4Yn8pbI/AAAAAAAABmM/tZ46q7v5dXA/s1600-h/hancock-1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SHeI4Yn8pbI/AAAAAAAABmM/tZ46q7v5dXA/s320/hancock-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221792795223434674" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">credit: <a href="http://www.moviesonline.ca/movie-gallery/albums/Hancock/hancock-1.jpg">pic</a><br /><br />in a nutshell, hancock was a lil, i would admit it, disappointing<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">pros:</span><br />(hottie!) will smith, good cast (although charlize theron seems lost, but good acting nevertheless)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">cons:</span><br />camera works (what's with the spinning, and too close for comfort close ups?), good twist but sucky closure (lame justification)<br /><br /><br />what's with shoving heads into one's ass fetish?<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span>there is something</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> queer </span><span>about it</span><br />handjob, anyone? lol.<br /></div></div>yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-43727528610369739262008-07-06T23:38:00.004+08:002008-07-07T00:18:05.150+08:00give me a sign<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SHDnj97gGrI/AAAAAAAABmE/efzOeiQ0uIA/s1600-h/Plastic_Hanger_With_Sucker_For_Car_Window_Mini_Signboard.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SHDnj97gGrI/AAAAAAAABmE/efzOeiQ0uIA/s320/Plastic_Hanger_With_Sucker_For_Car_Window_Mini_Signboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219926573227973298" border="0" /></a><br />credit: <a href="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/10974533/Plastic_Hanger_With_Sucker_For_Car_Window_Mini_Signboard.jpg">pic</a><br /></div><br /><br />there's so much to do and so little time to think, or worst, post a blog. while the world is spinning like crazy, you just have to stay still for one minute and realize that everything is overtaking you. like zoom! what's that? you'll ask yourself. i'm not going make this easy to read because <span style="font-weight: bold;">no.1</span>, i intend to make this a ranting post, also on behalf of my college mates, so to speak. i bring forth peace and mean no harm earthlings.<br /><br />we <span style="font-weight: bold;">constantly search</span> for opportunities, but when one comes, even if it hits your face, you wouldn't grab it. that's human nature, that's why "the rich gets richer, the poor gets poorer". i'm not saying that they deserve it, but life is about making choices, no one gets away rich when they think poorly, it's just the way it works. i'm not sure whether i'm making sense, well, i think i do.<br /><br />i'm a good philosopher in my own way, i <span style="font-weight: bold;">constantly</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">preach</span> but am not appreciated for my thoughts. well, it is a fact that people will hate you for making them think when there's already so much problems to think about. i worry about a lot of things, sometimes i worry if i have adequate capacity for thinking. one of these days, i swear my brains are going to explode. to think that i only used 2% of my brains' capacity, exploding brains? That's just me being dramatic. (rolls eyes)<br /><br />there are times that you just want to skip 2 steps, i wish for it now, but that wouldn't make a good story for your grandchildren, will it? it's like the movie 13 going on 30, only difference is that i'm turning 20 <span style="font-weight: bold;">(omfg)</span> i have this lil wish scrap book where i paste pictures on it, dreaming one day that i shall be there. if it makes you feel any less cynical, believe it or not, one month after i paste a picture of a DSLR camera, it came through. and yes, it's the same model that i pasted on it. well, a lil wishful thinking wouldn't hurt. :)<br /><br />the first chapter of my book is coming to an end, and the next chapter is about to start. i don't know how, or when it will, but<span style="font-weight: bold;"> i know it will... </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />one day darling, we shall make it to the top, and we shall clink our champagne glasses together, and laugh about it... in the mean time, i shall add on to my lil scrap book. ;)yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-25701835059783461102008-07-01T02:17:00.002+08:002008-07-01T02:36:02.528+08:001st of July<div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;">it's been a while<br />since i last saw him<br />or even hear from him<br /><br />i remember the times we spent online<br />even throughout those deadlines<br />don't worry it wasn't hallucination<br />neither was it imagination<br />movies, we went together<br />but with his good friend, he seems stuck forever<br />and i think there was a time i thought it was love at first "sent"<br />and secret messages we put on MSN<br /><br />i'd like to think that we are good friends<br />he'd think that way too... in future tense<br /><br />tonight he tried calling<br />while i was busy bawling<br />the call didn't get through<br />i guess fate must had gone to the loo<br /><br />In return he said these wise words,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"i believe some things, it's up to us to decide our own fate"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">the reason why he called?</span></span><br /><br />he called me to wish me for his birthday.<br /><br />that's the guy i learn to know. i dedicate this post to you, jordan tan.<br /><br />p/s: guess what? ;)<br /></div></div>yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-14636753017465599882008-06-29T19:57:00.003+08:002008-06-29T20:18:15.589+08:00MSN with Mrs. Aveiro<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SGd892eSxRI/AAAAAAAABl4/zmVH1NloTUc/s1600-h/547317_83394971.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SGd892eSxRI/AAAAAAAABl4/zmVH1NloTUc/s200/547317_83394971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217276095368447250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"like you can block yourself from liking others"</span><br />do i have to repeat that i'm as <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">loyal</span></span> as a <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">dog</span></span>?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"girls multi-task"</span><br />i can only have <span style="font-weight: bold;">one</span> crush at a time, i can't split my feelings<br />****<br /><br />the <span style="font-weight: bold;">first</span> crush i had was for 6 years (lol)<br />the <span style="font-weight: bold;">second</span> was for 1 1/2 years<br />the <span style="font-weight: bold;">third </span>one, 2 years and still counting...<br /><br /><br />one at a time, yes, only one at a time...<br />yeah, i have this inability to have multiple crushes<br /><br />i can't help it<br />but am i being a lil stupid?<br />****<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >And if you got something that you need to say</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />You better say it right now cause you don't have another day</span><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">-vitamin c, graduation song-</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><br /></div>yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-50510318792896656172008-06-28T23:47:00.007+08:002008-06-29T00:10:11.579+08:00fashion honour roll<div style="text-align: right;">drum roll please....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SGZe5hb5ePI/AAAAAAAABlY/nI6BRPT6kKs/s1600-h/sunmireheasetv7.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SGZe5hb5ePI/AAAAAAAABlY/nI6BRPT6kKs/s320/sunmireheasetv7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216961560676235506" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SGZe5EI6nFI/AAAAAAAABlI/bdx4TWKUlBw/s1600-h/0wn983xl7m76a1k80pu.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SGZe5EI6nFI/AAAAAAAABlI/bdx4TWKUlBw/s320/0wn983xl7m76a1k80pu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216961552811990098" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SGZg5zzF71I/AAAAAAAABlg/LGtXWFc_zmA/s1600-h/HanaFpb038.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SGZg5zzF71I/AAAAAAAABlg/LGtXWFc_zmA/s320/HanaFpb038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216963764628614994" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">what i'm currently into... xD<br /></div>yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-47771328053499053672008-06-28T19:56:00.004+08:002008-06-28T20:30:39.248+08:00おぼえている から<div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:10;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><object height="250" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Cl5gWMIRp8&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Cl5gWMIRp8&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="250" width="300"></embed></object><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:10;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">How long will I feel this way?</span><o:p></o:p><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">I just don’t know what to say</span><o:p></o:p><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Time is just moving way too fast</span><o:p></o:p><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">And I just feel very weird</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"></span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">I guess a chapter of my life is closed</span><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"></span></span><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> </div><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Next level and the game is exposed<o:p></o:p></span></span><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> </div><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">How long will I feel this way?<o:p></o:p></span></span><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:10;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Something in me just drifted away</span><br /></span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br />"When we are motivated by goals that have deep meaning, by dreams that need completion, by pure love that needs expressing, then we truly live life. "<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Greg Anderson </span></span><br /></div>yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-90666617456605319822008-06-27T00:40:00.003+08:002008-06-27T00:58:18.206+08:00good recipe for unwinding<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SGPJ-gQLfqI/AAAAAAAABko/5LdFZ6nF3fM/s1600-h/PIC_01402.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SGPJ-gQLfqI/AAAAAAAABko/5LdFZ6nF3fM/s200/PIC_01402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216234869072035490" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"> a glass of chardonnay<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SGPJ94JKvZI/AAAAAAAABkg/XJ1ANKU-n4g/s1600-h/DSC00220.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SGPJ94JKvZI/AAAAAAAABkg/XJ1ANKU-n4g/s200/DSC00220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216234858305207698" border="0" /></a><br />and good company.<br /><br />it wasn't perfect. it was just nice. enough.<br /></div>yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-28097845742684893412008-06-23T22:30:00.005+08:002008-06-26T15:59:07.615+08:00back to the lord's arms<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SF-5z7rY_-I/AAAAAAAABkY/tqgiGt5Lu6g/s1600-h/IMG_4515+high+res.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SF-5z7rY_-I/AAAAAAAABkY/tqgiGt5Lu6g/s320/IMG_4515+high+res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215091195362476002" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">23rd June 2008<br />Rest in peace <3<br /><br />I hope you found your place next to the angels<br />Know that we'll always keep you in our hearts... </div>yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-84327217416444781242008-06-23T00:41:00.006+08:002008-06-23T01:42:00.708+08:00I'm sorry, I'm just a little pregnant here<div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">i needed something to blog about.<br />so when i saw <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://dating.personals.yahoo.com/singles/datingtips/85967/dating-secret-exposed-why-nice-guys-finish-last;_ylc=X3oDMTRtc21iZW9sBF9TAzI3MTYxNDkEX3MDMjAyMzQzNDQ4OQRrA0RhdGluZyBTZWNyZXQgRXhwb3NlZCAtIFdoeSBOaWNlIEd1eXMgRmluaXNoIExhc3QEc2VjA2ZwX3RvZGF5BHNsawNkYXRpbmctc2VjcmV0IC1leHBvc2VkIC0gd2h5LW5pY2UgLWd1eXMtZmluaXNoLWxhc3QEenoDYQ--">this</a> feature article on <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.yahoo.com/">Yahoo!</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">ah ha!</span></span><br />and if you wonder why i like to type on the <span style="font-style: italic;">"right"</span>, well, i just like it that way. for now.<br /><br />we always hear "<a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://uk.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=30553DA912FF3742">nice guys finish last</a>" <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">yada yada yada..</span></span><br />nice guys <span style="font-weight: bold;">this</span>. nice guys <span style="font-weight: bold;">that</span>. enough! what about nice girls?<br /><br />no one has anything to say about nice girls.<br />so what they're nice? give me some hot chicks, then we'll talk.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SF6NjVovANI/AAAAAAAABkA/KVSfnon6yGY/s1600-h/01AwcAXzgT5NAAAAACAAAAAAAAAAA__thumb.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SF6NjVovANI/AAAAAAAABkA/KVSfnon6yGY/s200/01AwcAXzgT5NAAAAACAAAAAAAAAAA__thumb.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214761056784548050" border="0" /></a><br /><br />okay, as I'm typing this, I did a <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >super</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"> quick</span></span> msn survey <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />(read: i have very little guy friends on my list)<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">question: </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span><span style="font-size:100%;">when i say <span style="font-weight: bold;">nice girls,</span> what comes to your min</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">d?</span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />the common answers:</span> </span><br />sweet, decent, friendly, down to earth, girls who make you comfortable, easy going<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">the O.o answers:</span><br />girl with short hair, you wouldn't want to know! trust me, pretty girls, marriable<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">marriable</span></span> is not even a word. *shrugs* <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >rofl. </span><br />but do you see the <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">obvious</span></span> stereotype?<br />most of the guys want to date a hot girl, but want to marry a nice girl<br />how would you know she's the one if you don't <span style="font-weight: bold;">date</span> her?<br /><br />pretty girls <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">are</span> nice girls, one guy friend answered<br />physical appearance is the first impression and if you're pretty,<br />i guess you're nice (approachable?)<br />hmm, i wonder how <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">true</span> is that statement?<br /><br />so, the question is: <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">do nice girls finish last too?</span></span><br />maybe. but she who finishes last has the <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">last laugh.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">=) happy ending</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">well, don't listen to me...<br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">you may be nice, provided you value and respect yourself <span style="font-weight: bold;">FIRST</span><br />and you don't need someone to complete you.<br />Don't listen to<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116695/quotes">Jerry McGuir</a><span style="font-weight: bold;">e</span> just because of <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000129/">Tom Cruise</a>. <span style="font-style: italic;">rofl.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SF6OoI1xXWI/AAAAAAAABkI/ZfxrToc53gs/s1600-h/youcompleteme.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SF6OoI1xXWI/AAAAAAAABkI/ZfxrToc53gs/s200/youcompleteme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214762238760541538" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">credit: <a href="http://www.tikirobot.net/wp/wp-content/uploads/2006/04/youcompleteme.jpg">pic</a></span><br /></div>yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-14650731706148981002008-06-17T19:24:00.008+08:002008-06-17T20:11:04.586+08:00Re: My final semester<div style="text-align: right;">reply to mrs. dos santos aveiro's <a href="http://clearwings.spaces.live.com/blog/cns%21A64D8F20C9ADDC10%215508.entry">post</a>.<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SFehUk4vHDI/AAAAAAAABjQ/KO1kOwPzmUk/s1600-h/IMG_5485.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SFehUk4vHDI/AAAAAAAABjQ/KO1kOwPzmUk/s200/IMG_5485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212812468575738930" border="0" /></a><br />i dislike the fact i'm getting chubbier these days<br />i dislike night classes and I'm not digging the morning classes either<br />i dislike the fact that we're counting down our college days<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SFehUiXgbgI/AAAAAAAABjI/4Zb-7pBmIzg/s1600-h/IMG_5367.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SFehUiXgbgI/AAAAAAAABjI/4Zb-7pBmIzg/s200/IMG_5367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212812467899493890" border="0" /></a><br />i dislike knowing that I'm going to miss those "retards"<br />i dislike the fact that i'm going to miss uptown<br /><br />i like that when September comes, i'll look forward to new experiences<br />i like the fact that we're moving on, life's too short to get bored<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SFeoC_LWZ_I/AAAAAAAABjo/NrTs9vBD_XE/s1600-h/IMG_5376.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SFeoC_LWZ_I/AAAAAAAABjo/NrTs9vBD_XE/s200/IMG_5376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212819862976882674" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SFeopg28UVI/AAAAAAAABjw/VUmZgdSjsO0/s1600-h/IMG_4889.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SFeopg28UVI/AAAAAAAABjw/VUmZgdSjsO0/s200/IMG_4889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212820524853121362" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SFelnXe7JpI/AAAAAAAABjY/TNJ8hEGn_c8/s1600-h/IMG_4917.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SFelnXe7JpI/AAAAAAAABjY/TNJ8hEGn_c8/s200/IMG_4917.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212817189441840786" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SFepryUR1wI/AAAAAAAABj4/PfPUJmVXsYg/s1600-h/IMG_4834.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SFepryUR1wI/AAAAAAAABj4/PfPUJmVXsYg/s200/IMG_4834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212821663410935554" border="0" /></a><br />i like it this way and there couldn't be a more perfect 2 1/2 years than this.<br /></div>yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-87849805370206391072008-06-16T22:59:00.004+08:002008-06-16T23:47:03.885+08:004 shots of espresso<div style="text-align: right;">today was like deja vu all over again. the same people, different situations, oh yeah, the same <span style="font-weight: bold;">4 shots of espresso.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SFaH0g89--I/AAAAAAAABjA/O-xDYx7PFEU/s1600-h/c_1193651849.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SFaH0g89--I/AAAAAAAABjA/O-xDYx7PFEU/s200/c_1193651849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212502954996530146" border="0" /></a><br />credits:<a href="http://food.dcinside.com/global_images/contents_img/8/8/c_1193651849.jpg"> pic</a><br /><br />funny today is, everyone seems to be in an emotional state except for the constantly emo guy, <a href="http://www.thewarpedmind.blogspot.com">vince</a>. well, his work/script entitled TheRing, is going to be featured in a play. Congrats!<br /><br />also, I think after all the consequences I faced, I think I'm going to be able to handle it. as if i suddenly find it easy not to really give a damn really. Okay, maybe I exaggerated a lil but it's really liberating to feel this way, to know that my feelings are my own, and I control it.<br /><br />for once, i feel there's so much more to life. for the first time, i don't feel to old to explore new things, hey, i'm turning 20, and i think there's a bit of time for me to explore. so, world, watch out, here I come!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />I haven't look behind, and I'm losing count of the rhythm of my mind..</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">16.06.2008</span><br /></div>yours truly felhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.com