<?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-1083335941081008766</id><updated>2011-12-24T19:29:47.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a good use of the present</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-5075904636617707980</id><published>2011-11-07T02:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T02:50:41.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7wLgcfqYAfI/Tre33u5XjsI/AAAAAAAAALc/oUgU4UUScbo/s1600/IMG_0276.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7wLgcfqYAfI/Tre33u5XjsI/AAAAAAAAALc/oUgU4UUScbo/s320/IMG_0276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672204423805767362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making grammar mistakes on my previous post. I apologized. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someday I will be who i want to be, but how long will be the someday be?! I ponder.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083335941081008766-5075904636617707980?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5075904636617707980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=5075904636617707980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/5075904636617707980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/5075904636617707980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/making-grammar-mistakes-on-my-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7wLgcfqYAfI/Tre33u5XjsI/AAAAAAAAALc/oUgU4UUScbo/s72-c/IMG_0276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-1323340509304676913</id><published>2011-09-25T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:09:22.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V7iO1vFnRS8/ToAI9Qd0F6I/AAAAAAAAALU/pOuVEbwGPYI/s1600/No_Time_For_Me_by_wondurfull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656530980462401442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V7iO1vFnRS8/ToAI9Qd0F6I/AAAAAAAAALU/pOuVEbwGPYI/s320/No_Time_For_Me_by_wondurfull.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://fav.me/d2v14ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priority &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing some of my friends getting attached. I wonder is it really worth the while and time to commit in a relationship?! There are many so many imperative things in life to handle, at times, it is really difficult to juggle all these at one go. Even though human body are make up of many layers of tissues, cells and organs, but I doubt we are superior or tough enough to be able grasp all problems or situations that is occurring around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, we have to handle three things in life, first is money, second is work and lastly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having money in this modern world is essential, w/o money, we can't really able to survive in this money-minded world. Unless you are born to be easy going and you are intelligent enough to find alternative ways to hold on w/o money. For me, it's impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes a quote saying "I work myself to death" by Alan Ladd. This quote is trying to convey that we are simply a workaholic. We don't give ourselves a heartfelt breaks at times, this is a terrible problem for some people who can really spend their devoted in their work. But if you looked at the whole pictures of why we are working, it is all because of money. We work because of money and also maybe to kill times. Hence, where do we really have the time to get committed in a relationship?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My definition on love is when one is devoted and 100% falling in trusting and loving the person. Both of them will spend almost everyday of their life thinking of each other and giving each other support. But sometime, love need plenty of times to cultivate and nurture to become a perfect one. Do we really have the times and patient?! Seeing my friend willingly to give out friendships over love or giving up work over love. I am pretty flabbergasted and wonder did they really make a great choice giving up. What if one day the love comes to an end, and they felt remorse about it. It might be too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole, i will want to be in love and have some special one to be with me. However, when i am traumatized or busy with something, i will find love troublesome and unessential. Anyway, making priority is never easy. If you make up your mind, don't hesitate and make it work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083335941081008766-1323340509304676913?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1323340509304676913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=1323340509304676913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/1323340509304676913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/1323340509304676913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/httpfav.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V7iO1vFnRS8/ToAI9Qd0F6I/AAAAAAAAALU/pOuVEbwGPYI/s72-c/No_Time_For_Me_by_wondurfull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-3910466217192751472</id><published>2011-09-24T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:13:13.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0JOoZ_WqVI/Tn3Td1zQSnI/AAAAAAAAALM/dXizaCLe_Wk/s1600/Change_by_alkaline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655909216658934386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0JOoZ_WqVI/Tn3Td1zQSnI/AAAAAAAAALM/dXizaCLe_Wk/s320/Change_by_alkaline.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hasn't been posting for a year. Blogging seems to be a least popular social networking thing for netizens to spend tons of time using it. Anyway i jump back to my main topic; CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really change much on my physical appearance. (which is kind of pathetic and disheartening) But there is one thing that i think that there is a change in me. The way i handle my own personal mood and my perspective on certain situation/ problem that is occurring around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it is the way i take in criticisms. I used to be paranoid and will gone berserk if anyone gossiped/ talked behind my back. At times, i will still be annoyed by it. However, it will took me a little while to forgo about it and indifferent all those criticisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human changes is unexpected. So one shouldn't take things too tough or serious about it. Regardless of how bad or good the person may change, they had already chosen their path and there are no way we could halted then from turning back. Sometime, its we our self that are not well immune to new environment and being used to the same old routine that we couldn't bear anyone to change. We should accept changes and at times if appropriate, we should also reflect on oneself and become an even better or thoughtful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my surrounding friends may change, but no matter what kind of character they are, they will still be my friends. Unless, they change till an extend that i can't apprehend and comprehend. I truly believe changes it's inevitable. Froze the clock or stopped the world from moving, what for?! It's really naive and vague thinking if one always thought of that. You are just escaping and running away from the reality. You are not facing your obstacles. Take changes as a challenge and i will make sure that we will gain a lot via this changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083335941081008766-3910466217192751472?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3910466217192751472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=3910466217192751472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/3910466217192751472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/3910466217192751472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/hasnt-been-posting-for-year.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0JOoZ_WqVI/Tn3Td1zQSnI/AAAAAAAAALM/dXizaCLe_Wk/s72-c/Change_by_alkaline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-7604157921214918377</id><published>2011-03-28T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T19:05:21.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejrFxG0lcaE/TZE-L3UssoI/AAAAAAAAALA/-pBCucIwbNo/s1600/doubt_by_jojokersina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589316986093744770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejrFxG0lcaE/TZE-L3UssoI/AAAAAAAAALA/-pBCucIwbNo/s320/doubt_by_jojokersina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sudden surge of exhuastion and disaappointment flow through my whole body and causing me to be badly affected. I just simply don't understand when one is undergoing a trouble he/she has to keep it to herself and cause so much curousity to the other party. This ended up a big question marks for both party to wonder are they suitable to be together or doubting each other true relation. WHY?&lt;/div&gt;&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/1083335941081008766-7604157921214918377?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7604157921214918377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=7604157921214918377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/7604157921214918377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/7604157921214918377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/sudden-surge-of-exhuastion-and.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejrFxG0lcaE/TZE-L3UssoI/AAAAAAAAALA/-pBCucIwbNo/s72-c/doubt_by_jojokersina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-2542425621508329139</id><published>2010-06-24T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T07:30:54.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/TCNrR-pzRhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/tW2sX-dxwWI/s1600/don__t_be_fooled_by_connieleeann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/TCNrR-pzRhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/tW2sX-dxwWI/s320/don__t_be_fooled_by_connieleeann.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486346727687669266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://fav.me/d2ihtrx&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is going to ask me a question about whether do I ever try to give anyone a surprise by making a scene to scare them. I will proudly say that I did it before and it turn up to be a partial success. But I still able to make this particular person to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about me have a tiff with my dearest sister over some stuff which I did even know what is a tiff about and I was the only person at home. I called this person and fake up a sad and crying voice. Aftermath, I wanted to meet her up to tell her about it. The person  agreed. So I was overjoyed and feel a sense of satisfaction. I fooled her. Immediately, I rushed out of my house and while on my way to the person house, I was listening to pop songs enjoying the music beat. But only when I am going to reach her house, I decided to changed to sad song to try to bring out my unhappiness mood and try to cry if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of a sudden, someone tag my shoulder from my back while I was looking for the right sad song  to listen to. I turned back and you know who the person is?? This particular person wearing all black when I already supposed to be very sad and black colour mean darkness to me. Mortified by this particular person appearance and attire as I expect this person to be waiting for me at her house void deck. Without hesitation, I shouted and at the same time trying to act depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I can only managed to act for few minutes. I brought out a belated gift and tell her the quarrel is about how to trick this particular person. Lol. She was astonished or maybe not, I forgot about this person reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am proud to say that I can actually act and fool people too. But, I need to be more observer next time caused I will not want to be unprepared and shout at the person again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed everyone liked to be fooled and surprised in a way that is goods but not bad for example spouse not being faithful or something else serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great acting day and at a same time an upcoming week of  painfulness. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083335941081008766-2542425621508329139?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2542425621508329139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=2542425621508329139' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/2542425621508329139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/2542425621508329139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/trick-if-anyone-is-going-to-ask-me.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/TCNrR-pzRhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/tW2sX-dxwWI/s72-c/don__t_be_fooled_by_connieleeann.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-2061866324518550721</id><published>2010-03-24T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:16:01.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/S6pIkwAGsSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UrJZSJ09PUQ/s1600/74f81b90934990d8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452250095083237666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/S6pIkwAGsSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UrJZSJ09PUQ/s320/74f81b90934990d8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ironic&lt;u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check: 12.15am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't fall asleep even though my sister is sleeping soundly in her comfortable bed. Some people say that sleeping is contagious (Or maybe not). If such sentence exist, then it is not justifiable cause I am so not influence by it. Or I should re-phrase it as having a sleeping disorder call insomnia. For &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;goodness&lt;/span&gt; sake it can't be cause I slept well yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt; since I can't turn in, I will do some posting. What should I write? Alright, one incident pop out in my mind. It happened not long ago so I can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vividly&lt;/span&gt; remembered. I wrote this is to clarify and state the real reason behind this minor incident. So don't feel offender or went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;berserk&lt;/span&gt;. I know this matter had came to a rest. We tried to indifferent and started chatting like we use to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still want to bring it back for a day, I don't want you to think that the rise of this incident was because I felt neglected and so I started to be infuriated by it. (My assumption may be wrong but whatever). Actually, I don't mind giving in. I was just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; or annoyed as why should I simply just give it up and push to a side where the area is not a good view. Also, when you verbally denied that you don't want but you were not doing any action to prove. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to turn in I would liked to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reemphasized&lt;/span&gt; that I am not hurting anyone or bringing the past back to present. Just want to make things clear so don't think so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083335941081008766-2061866324518550721?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2061866324518550721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=2061866324518550721' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/2061866324518550721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/2061866324518550721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/ironic-time-check-12.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/S6pIkwAGsSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UrJZSJ09PUQ/s72-c/74f81b90934990d8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-9016666303221721338</id><published>2010-01-22T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:19:22.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/S1qUvUj8h-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZFWVyZR1_h8/s1600-h/friends_by_nunoramos0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429815841442793442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/S1qUvUj8h-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZFWVyZR1_h8/s320/friends_by_nunoramos0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Close friend / Distant friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend is someone who willing to share their honesty, fun and thoughts to you. No matter how shy one person is, deep down he/her heart he/her wants a true friend to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my enemy or dislike person are now my friends, sometime I will miss he/her out of the sudden. Miss the quarrel or awkward period. Maybe having a distant friend is better as you won't have conflict or misunderstanding between each other as we don't have to interact with each other face to face only through online chat or phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have plenty of distant friends then your life must be dull. You're surely a coach potato who spend all day using computer. Whereas, having close friends able you share your unhappiness and joy with. They will truly understand your character through your expression and holds your hands when you come across plight as compare to distant friend you can hide your feeling without them noticing or knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you choose distant or close friend? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend hear the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Readers Digest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083335941081008766-9016666303221721338?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9016666303221721338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=9016666303221721338' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/9016666303221721338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/9016666303221721338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/close-friend-distant-friend-friend-is.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/S1qUvUj8h-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZFWVyZR1_h8/s72-c/friends_by_nunoramos0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-406926523212040048</id><published>2009-12-25T09:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T09:26:52.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/274DJMrLyKA&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/274DJMrLyKA&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Late Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated Merry X'mas! Having a sudden urge to post, so is it a good sign?! Nothing special about this year Christmas but I simply enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longing for the result is already over, glad that most of my classmates are promoting, so I have to see them for another dry year. While for the other classmates, good luck for your brand new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small dedication for those whom won't be hanging out with me next year in school and I don't care whether you are close or not close with me. Do well in your new course and hope everything go well. Remember to stay in contact. If one day we meet each other outside, please approach me. Because I am either too shy or you may change into a gorgeous hunk or babe that I can't recognise you anymore. I will surely miss the laughter, joy and arguement we once spent together in the school! Anyway we have one in common stuff to share, the scary and least favouritism from people is E-X-A-M! On the whole, wish you well next year and in return you must pray hard for me next year as I am taking a big letter 'O' examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a christmas song for you readers to enjoy and I love the music too! Hohoho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083335941081008766-406926523212040048?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/406926523212040048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=406926523212040048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/406926523212040048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/406926523212040048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/late-christmas-belated-merry-xmas_25.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-4646103217126457563</id><published>2009-12-15T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T03:47:27.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K73rm2ZrNJI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K73rm2ZrNJI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I am trap in my house. It is neither a curfew nor a punishment from my parents, but is my dearest mummy unable to find her key and end up taking mine w/o me knowing. Unfortunately, I have to spend my day at home. Isn't it awesome in the bad way! Anyway, I still manage to leave my house to have lunch before my sister went out. Staying at home at least can allow me to heal the muscle aching induce by too many lactic acid as I went cycling with Joyce and Amanda yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, talking about the cycling trip I suddenly recall one funny incident. While we were walking to the toilet, we walk pass a lady and heard her talking to her kids and said , " Wash hand , wash legs , have dinner and then leave". Alright, it sound normal when you see this but the way the lady spoke was very hilarious and the whole sentence flow fluently that make us keep laughing. Maybe next time I should tell you the incident personally. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch the video from youtube is very funny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083335941081008766-4646103217126457563?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4646103217126457563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=4646103217126457563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/4646103217126457563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/4646103217126457563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/home.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-8626347855702743298</id><published>2009-12-08T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:59:30.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/Sx8gO5T8BUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1RSRzznFlW0/s1600-h/december_morning__by_create_illusions.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413080971698304370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/Sx8gdsqA9XI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OHrBV9Vo5ak/s320/december_morning__by_create_illusions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refresh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Change the blog skin, tag box and links are unavailable for a moment. Run out of idea to post so I will end here. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; is coming.....&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/1083335941081008766-8626347855702743298?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8626347855702743298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=8626347855702743298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/8626347855702743298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/8626347855702743298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/refresh-change-blog-skin-tag-box-and.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/Sx8gdsqA9XI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OHrBV9Vo5ak/s72-c/december_morning__by_create_illusions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-8680505375565152450</id><published>2009-12-02T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:08:17.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/SxdFHP4q0kI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2EBxyoiz2t0/s1600-h/960d68d4ae6530d6a60e2baae0be3cf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/SxdFHP4q0kI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2EBxyoiz2t0/s320/960d68d4ae6530d6a60e2baae0be3cf2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410869468134560322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tragedy and Greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour, exams is over but results is releasing real soon! I am feeling nervous and anxious. Basically, this holiday have been boring one. Even though I manage to find a job but is nearly to the school reopen and most of the time I am stuck at home using laptop and doing other meaningless stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was reading news online at yahoo and I saw an article which talk about two burglar whom robbed into a house whereby the family memebers had pass away due to an accident. Isn't it infuriate!? The buglars should be mourning over the family lost even though they are not related rather than trying to steal their property and use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI of the whole news :http://sg.news.yahoo.com/ap/20091203/twl-us-crash-kills-four-burglary-ef375f8.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/ap/20091203/twl-us-crash-kills-four-burglary-ef375f8.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083335941081008766-8680505375565152450?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8680505375565152450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=8680505375565152450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/8680505375565152450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/8680505375565152450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/tragedy-and-greed-bonjour-exams-is-over_02.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/SxdFHP4q0kI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2EBxyoiz2t0/s72-c/960d68d4ae6530d6a60e2baae0be3cf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-5827825224261276464</id><published>2009-11-03T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:18:37.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/SvDyTWfn-yI/AAAAAAAAAJs/OBZkS88qZcA/s1600-h/29102009608-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/SvDyTWfn-yI/AAAAAAAAAJs/OBZkS88qZcA/s320/29102009608-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400082367486884642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;EXULTANT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Exam have not over yet but soon it will. Can't wait till it end, I have tons of activties awaiting me to complete. For instances, cycling and hanging out with bosom friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who is the person at the picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1083335941081008766-5827825224261276464?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5827825224261276464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=5827825224261276464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/5827825224261276464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/5827825224261276464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/exultant-exam-have-not-over-yet-but.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/SvDyTWfn-yI/AAAAAAAAAJs/OBZkS88qZcA/s72-c/29102009608-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-2927537061026341065</id><published>2009-10-05T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:20:30.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/SsoYpj2RXZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gyHvovN-UDA/s1600-h/04102009398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/SsoYpj2RXZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gyHvovN-UDA/s320/04102009398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389147006378794386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Messy &amp;amp; Brainstorm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerve-racking examinations hasten in today. First paper, combined science is fine but not for my careless mistakes and some undefined question in my mind. There will still be ongoing papers so I will not be blogging till I end my whole examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes to all my fellow classmates and do pray hard for me while studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&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/1083335941081008766-2927537061026341065?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2927537061026341065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=2927537061026341065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/2927537061026341065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/2927537061026341065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/messy-brainstorm-nerve-racking.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/SsoYpj2RXZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gyHvovN-UDA/s72-c/04102009398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-2303696742302723212</id><published>2009-09-12T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:48:01.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ci8ZeA1C3AQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ci8ZeA1C3AQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hearts this music video, especially the dancing part. Watch it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083335941081008766-2303696742302723212?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2303696742302723212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=2303696742302723212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/2303696742302723212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/2303696742302723212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hearts-this-music-video-especially.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-3564539758483663742</id><published>2009-09-03T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:02:10.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s266.photobucket.com/albums/ii242/lim93/?action=view&amp;amp;current=The_Global_by_Pixellux.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 206px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii242/lim93/The_Global_by_Pixellux.jpg" width="333" height="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chaos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free from all this fast, stressful and competition world. I need some times to catch a breathe and allow myself to slow down, preoccupy with it and I forgo what is simple and care-free lifestyle. Quarrel and argue over small matter what is the point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Endure....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's work hard for this months and I can be a 'slacker' for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gratitude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I earnestly appreciate everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083335941081008766-3564539758483663742?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3564539758483663742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=3564539758483663742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/3564539758483663742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/3564539758483663742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/chaos.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-5405412203538695000</id><published>2009-08-13T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:07:36.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s266.photobucket.com/albums/ii242/lim93/?action=view&amp;current=dc3ef54992d34064bbaf22a23b621779.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii242/lim93/dc3ef54992d34064bbaf22a23b621779.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to have a beautiful name,&lt;br /&gt;However, sometime I don't like my name because it is so common and werid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to be in an average family,&lt;br /&gt;But I never feel unfortunate as there are many people who are living in a perilous or poverty state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to be bigger size than other,&lt;br /&gt;But doesn't mean that I am born to let people to insult me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to be an normal person,&lt;br /&gt;But sometime I need people attention too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to have problems,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel right telling others my problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to filial my parents,&lt;br /&gt;But sometime I fail to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to be a successful person,&lt;br /&gt;But I still studying so I can't predict my future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not born to excel in drawing,&lt;br /&gt;That's why I never initiate to take art or anything that needs me to draw or colours even though my mother spend money to let me attend art classes when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am believe that life is transient,&lt;br /&gt;So I am gonna live life like I am dying,have fun and cherish everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am born to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;So I don't let my life ruin with painful memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am born to forgive and forget,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't understand why other people need an enemy to make themselves gone berserk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel remorseful,&lt;br /&gt;There is some incomplete words or task or moments that I wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling apprehensive now,&lt;br /&gt;Because 'N'&amp;amp;'O' is coming around the corner and I not prepare to enter the examination hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to end my post,&lt;br /&gt;As I gonna to stop wasting electricity to save the earth for few hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083335941081008766-5405412203538695000?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5405412203538695000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=5405412203538695000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/5405412203538695000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/5405412203538695000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-by-trixypixie-on-deviant-art-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-3144463359214451156</id><published>2009-08-01T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:19:04.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/SnR0judZ5nI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4_gerMF1SFg/s1600-h/8473b65412568ee4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/SnR0judZ5nI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4_gerMF1SFg/s320/8473b65412568ee4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365041213220710002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;isappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;oubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;istant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Somehow I feel lost and helpless. Am I not supportive enough or is your own stupid mind that make everyone went crazy with you, acting like a nanny running all around trying to find and comfort you. Come on life is not a maze, you just have to face the big deal that if you don't change your views no one will be able to help you and learn to calm yourself down. Not every plight you encounter is equal to end of the world, if you learn to forget all the past unhappiness siuation and stop all your jigsaw game whereby you link all the bypast moments together. Hence, making yourself so down and think all kinds of foolish actions to cease all your "extra" and "ask for it" problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometime I wish that I could just break ties with you but all the surge of fun memories is unbearable so I will tell myself to get use of your character. Maybe different people have different ways of coping their own stress. Hope that you change yourself orelse only times can save you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;{ I know someone will read this but please keep to yourself Or You might think that I am pin-pointing you then I apologise to you. Don't feel offended it is just my own personal thoughts}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083335941081008766-3144463359214451156?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3144463359214451156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=3144463359214451156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/3144463359214451156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/3144463359214451156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/d-isappointed-d-oubt-d-istant-somehow-i.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/SnR0judZ5nI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4_gerMF1SFg/s72-c/8473b65412568ee4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-6357648648983416366</id><published>2009-07-26T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T03:46:55.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ebullient&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother to blog for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083335941081008766-6357648648983416366?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6357648648983416366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=6357648648983416366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/6357648648983416366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/6357648648983416366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/ebullient-dont-bother-to-blog-for.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-2731452899915103722</id><published>2009-07-17T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:21:52.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Out of the sudden I realise that my blog is &lt;s&gt;die&lt;/s&gt; so decided to update.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, school was fine nothing really special expect that I saw one of the teacher sexy p.... shall not elaborate much those who sit beside me will know. During afternoon, met two lovely soul out for lunch I will kept their identity till the end of the post {Don't scroll down be patient :o}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC for lunch and try out the recent newly hot well ad. fast food which seem mouthwatering and appealing. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;KFC Bandito Pockett. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Initially, when you first saw it you would not want to try it, maybe is just normal food wrapped by not crisper outer skin and simply a meat inside it. It just different from what we saw it at the television whereby they ad about how tasty this food is. But only when you are going to finish eating up and you already 3/4 full then you start to think is nice as the real part of the sauce with the combination of meat start to feel it from my mouth once I bite then now it taste delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Overall, rate it 3/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang out with them in the KFC chatting, gossiping, talking craps and laughing out loud for almost two hours. Haha, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AWESOME!!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that what we always said friends are fun to be with. This two lovely soul are so cool to mix with you won't feel awe stricken sticking with them and no silent moment occurs.Let have another meal next time. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be/NOT wondering who are they???&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BINGO!!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/SmCw02CeO6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Eqqx79B7fd8/s1600-h/Picture0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/SmCw02CeO6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Eqqx79B7fd8/s320/Picture0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359477978476460962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                        K&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;C&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/1083335941081008766-2731452899915103722?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2731452899915103722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=2731452899915103722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/2731452899915103722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/2731452899915103722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-of-sudden-i-realise-that-my-blog-is.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/SmCw02CeO6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Eqqx79B7fd8/s72-c/Picture0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-3963373244928352282</id><published>2009-07-02T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:14:55.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/Skzc4uS1HmI/AAAAAAAAAIk/I45Cd_VBfrw/s1600-h/rain_by_hclemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/Skzc4uS1HmI/AAAAAAAAAIk/I45Cd_VBfrw/s320/rain_by_hclemon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353896924094471778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;                                             ALL WET&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have an umbrella with you is a torture.&lt;br /&gt;This few days weather are unpredictable, one moment it is sunny another moment it turn dark and start to rain. Just like today, last period before the bell rang, the sky turn dark which mean it is going to rain very soon, Dang! I had forgotten to have my precious umbrella with me. I should have bring my umbrella as this morning after I left my house, out of the sudden I remember that I have forgotten to put my umbrella in my bag. I decided not to go back as it is troublesome and it won't be so unlucky that it will rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all praying that it won't rain,but luck is not with me which cause me to walk home with the droplet of rainwater's tapping at my body. This is the first time I felt that going home is so tough and long, I need to think of route to reduce the possibility of getting wet.&lt;br /&gt;Initially,everything was fine because the rain is not too heavy and there is shelter. After 5minutes later it started to rain cats and dogs and no longer have shelter for me, at that moments, I feel so frustrated but I murmur to myself to relax and think of ways to get home asap. Hence, I have think of few ideas, first run out of the building and jaywalk after that go to another building which is the way to the lrt. Second, run out of the building and wait for the traffic. I chosen the first idea and I manage to wet body. Damit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After conquering the first obstacles, here come another! I have to run home again without any shelter again. This time round I did not think much I just run home without caring how wet I am,be cause what is the point when I already fully drain and I want to get quickly. Thus, I ran home with dignity(Haha, I know is stupid) and indifferent what is going to happened to me or how the surrounding people is going to laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building--&gt;Path with no shelter---&gt; Carpark----&gt;Home sweet home&lt;br /&gt;When I was at carpark my neighbour saw me and said to me,"你忘记带雨伞阿?“&lt;br /&gt;I answered back, "对!“&lt;br /&gt;Then before she left she replied,"哎哟，真可怜!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!! This is first time or maybe not but it is so terrible. From now on I am going to carry my umbrella with me and don't believe in luck as you will not be lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083335941081008766-3963373244928352282?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3963373244928352282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=3963373244928352282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/3963373244928352282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/3963373244928352282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-wet-home-sweet-home-when-i-was-at.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/Skzc4uS1HmI/AAAAAAAAAIk/I45Cd_VBfrw/s72-c/rain_by_hclemon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-550716060854643259</id><published>2009-06-27T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:24:56.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let confess something I am a fan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; just for laughs,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I started fancy this program for whatever years (Sometime you don't have to calculate how long you have know something, as it is tedious:]).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am watching videos of it now, it refresh and enlighten my day, the laughter sometime just simply kill my family members due to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;irritating&lt;/span&gt; "Haha". They would doubt my funniness as sometime they don't find it funny but I just couldn't stop laughing. Maybe is really my laughing limit is so damn low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every pranks which is creative and crazy that make me lovin it, every time whenever channel 5 show it I will feel overjoyed and start laughing my head off :D. Different country of pranks have it unique way, you will know what I mean after you watch the two different videos. Anyway, enjoy it. Good Night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HmnB5qnP4y4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HmnB5qnP4y4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YNvZhdcxCSA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YNvZhdcxCSA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1083335941081008766-550716060854643259?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/550716060854643259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=550716060854643259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/550716060854643259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/550716060854643259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-confess-something-i-am-fan-for-just.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-1656285694842980937</id><published>2009-06-17T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:05:35.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, back at the moment. Is midnight now. Opps! Haha but I really wanna to post as there is a epic video which is so funny and creative. Enjoy It!&lt;br /&gt;(PS: Beware of H1N1 and stay clean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083335941081008766-1656285694842980937?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1656285694842980937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=1656285694842980937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/1656285694842980937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/1656285694842980937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-back-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-6232183144992361630</id><published>2009-05-21T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:34:36.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/ShZVhptqomI/AAAAAAAAAF0/riVoMTTenog/s1600-h/The_bench_by_molochmrk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/ShZVhptqomI/AAAAAAAAAF0/riVoMTTenog/s320/The_bench_by_molochmrk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338548444915737186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quotes&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whoever we meet watches us intently at the quick, strange moment of meeting, to see whether we are disposed to be friendly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Walking aimlessly to school everyday, there are two kind of person I meet. First, strangers or hi-bye friends that I have once seem or never we will always have an eye-contact but no smile will plasters in our face. We seem like alien or werido to one other. But what if I smile at him/her will the person think that I am a moron. Second, friends whenever you see someone you know the first thing we will do huge stinky smile appear in our face and the typical word we will say, "Hi, Yo, Hello". Soon laughter can I be hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright my post is random and I don't know why I write this maybe this is how I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083335941081008766-6232183144992361630?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6232183144992361630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=6232183144992361630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/6232183144992361630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/6232183144992361630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/walking-aimlessly-to-school-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/ShZVhptqomI/AAAAAAAAAF0/riVoMTTenog/s72-c/The_bench_by_molochmrk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-4265875804540054369</id><published>2009-05-16T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:58:20.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/Sg-05OkUkzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/m_JLKTNkZwQ/s1600-h/Boredom_by_Yes_Virginia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336682978713310002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/Sg-05OkUkzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/m_JLKTNkZwQ/s320/Boredom_by_Yes_Virginia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;All kinds are good except the kind that bores you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083335941081008766-4265875804540054369?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4265875804540054369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=4265875804540054369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/4265875804540054369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/4265875804540054369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-kinds-are-good-except-kind-that.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/Sg-05OkUkzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/m_JLKTNkZwQ/s72-c/Boredom_by_Yes_Virginia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-974505546988897852</id><published>2009-05-08T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:27:57.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/SgUgioqFRQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rxcV-x8c2p4/s1600-h/departure_of_youth_II__by_mumbojumbo89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333705113091785986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/SgUgioqFRQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rxcV-x8c2p4/s320/departure_of_youth_II__by_mumbojumbo89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime being enemy or stranger is really the only solution??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People cry over the loss of love one or cry over the heritage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People change so as to keep up with the world or simply change for the sake of revenge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People always look at the negative and bad point of others why don't they just put themselves into that person shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever there is a problem we will straight away push the blame to other, why can't we face it together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People say love is blind. But do the couple know what love really means??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People dump you and you will hate he/she forever or stay loyal to him/her till you have given out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All for all, let bygones be bygones don't let the past preoccupy you and sometime learn to forgive and forget. Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;torture&lt;/span&gt; yourself over all this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dumbass&lt;/span&gt; stuff. Make life will be more joyful and peaceful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Never expect you to change&lt;/s&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/1083335941081008766-974505546988897852?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/974505546988897852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=974505546988897852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/974505546988897852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/974505546988897852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometime-being-enemy-or-stranger-is.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/SgUgioqFRQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rxcV-x8c2p4/s72-c/departure_of_youth_II__by_mumbojumbo89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-7161850344222320648</id><published>2009-05-03T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T06:18:01.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/Sf2WajdQ6BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MpQ5HB-bQfE/s1600-h/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331582916815284242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/Sf2WajdQ6BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MpQ5HB-bQfE/s320/Picture0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have known you for 6years plus which actually we just know each other well when we will in the secondary. People always say that close friends bond their relationship by talking heart to heart or some other stuff (my own perspective). Despite the fact, teasing and joking with each other is how we bond our friendship. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!! You had impact me(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; not really!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright cut all the crap, I am neither a letter girl nor know how to say mushy stuff. So let just this friendship continue to flow and don't let any obstacles to bruise our friendship :D. Why not we make a deal 4yrs later we go out together and celebrate our 10years of friendship. At that time we will spend money to go expensive restaurants and have a big feast (since you are greedy eater [:)&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; to save money!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083335941081008766-7161850344222320648?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7161850344222320648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=7161850344222320648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/7161850344222320648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/7161850344222320648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/tan-shi-ying-i-have-known-you-for.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/Sf2WajdQ6BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MpQ5HB-bQfE/s72-c/Picture0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083335941081008766.post-7736144062296309489</id><published>2009-03-27T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:40:46.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/Sc3G949gq2I/AAAAAAAAADk/IVmHa7VISDg/s1600-h/Colourful_Jellybeans__by_she_sins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318125501559122786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/Sc3G949gq2I/AAAAAAAAADk/IVmHa7VISDg/s320/Colourful_Jellybeans__by_she_sins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, this few weeks I keep eating and seeing jellybeans.So let tell you who is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kind soul&lt;/span&gt; that share it .Firstly,Jolene's is the one who started all this &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; "trends". Next, Mabel, alright I remember Kar Kei keep harass and pester me to eat even though I am bloated.[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; no offence:)] Then, recently my sister friend gave her a packet of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;which I am so not anticipate. Lastly, at a supermarket. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ohmigod&lt;/span&gt; is that "COINCIDENCE" or "FATED"-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083335941081008766-7736144062296309489?l=watever-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7736144062296309489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083335941081008766&amp;postID=7736144062296309489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/7736144062296309489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083335941081008766/posts/default/7736144062296309489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/j-e-l-l-y-b-e-n-s-geez-this-few-weeks-i.html' title=''/><author><name>watever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368760093543926935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUTXy23nU9A/Sc3G949gq2I/AAAAAAAAADk/IVmHa7VISDg/s72-c/Colourful_Jellybeans__by_she_sins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
