<?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-4146751303424049369</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:33:57.875+08:00</updated><category term='Tribute'/><category term='Sweet Stuff'/><category term='Opinion'/><category term='PLKN'/><category term='INTEC'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='General Knowledge'/><category term='Jalan-Jalan Cari Makan'/><category term='My Life'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Articles'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Announcement'/><category term='JPA Scholarship'/><category term='Deutch'/><category term='Ireland'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>THE MAGICAL LIFE OF LAYVEENIEA A!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>I AM LACHRYMOSE, BUT LOVE ENJOYIN LA DOLCE VITA, YET I AM NOT LA-DI-DA!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-7960257356167534142</id><published>2011-10-10T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T19:50:01.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMC Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;The Interview&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Ok- not a movie, but a real interview for PMC applicants. Here's the thing, most med school's now have interviews conducted, so for my juniors in Intec, you guys will be subjected to them as well. Whether you are bound to PMC, IMU or MMMC, interviews are pretty much the same, however, in this article, I shall talk more about PMC's as that's where I was. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Preparing yourself is the most essential thing one must do. Never take it for easy. People have failed this interview, so mind it. Do tonnes of research about your med school. Think on why you want to go to that school ( I know JPA didn't give much of a choice but con, you conned your way during JPA interview, now just sharpen your skills a lil). There's always the basic, Why do you want to be a doctor?. Have a thought on that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-pagination:none;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:11.0pt .5in 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span&gt;•&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Dress up well. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-pagination:none;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:11.0pt .5in 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span&gt;•&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Have good manners, mind it as some of your interviewers would be the Irish. Say sorry, thank you, and excuse me when needed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-pagination:none;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:11.0pt .5in 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span&gt;•&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Be aware of your unconscious behavior.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-pagination:none;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:11.0pt .5in 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span&gt;•&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Smile&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-pagination:none;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:11.0pt .5in 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span&gt;•&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Talk well, ensure you project that you know your stuff&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-pagination:none;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:11.0pt .5in 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span&gt;•&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Ethical questions are becoming a norm, but honestly, try not to get there. You pretty much determine the next question in your interview, as your answers will give a hint to that. So be mindful of your answers. Don't go to topics such as abortion, euthanasia, etc. Good topics, but its very subjective. Personally, I support both given a good condition, but there are many who will stand firm-no matter what happens those two are prohibited. SO yeah, pretty subjective. STAY AWAY.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-pagination:none;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:11.0pt .5in 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span&gt;•&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Off your handphone, please, however important it is, it can wait. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-pagination:none;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:11.0pt .5in 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span&gt;•&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Don't be too biased towards a particular university, lets say you want to go to RCSI, don't glorify RCSI and have no idea about UCD, or worse comment negative things about UCD. Keep in mind, your interviewers might be from both universities. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Comparing between RCSI and UCD&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;*I am in RCSi, so I Don't really know much about UCD, and even during my interview, I didn't bother researching much about UCD.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-pagination:none;mso-list:l2 level1 lfo3;tab-stops:11.0pt .5in 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span&gt;▪&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Wherever you are, if you are good you will succeed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-pagination:none;mso-list:l2 level1 lfo3;tab-stops:11.0pt .5in 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span&gt;▪&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;RCSI is small, 1 main building which is divided into new building and heritage building, and it has another building, which is the IT unit, but it is across the road. NO field, but I guess there is a ground in Dardistown, near the airport. UCD is big (i guess, duh it's a bloody university!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-pagination:none;mso-list:l2 level1 lfo3;tab-stops:11.0pt .5in 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span&gt;▪&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;RCSI is pretty hectic. Volume of study is huge. UCD however is a lil more relaxed than RCSI&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-pagination:none;mso-list:l2 level1 lfo3;tab-stops:11.0pt .5in 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span&gt;▪&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Classes in RCSI are pretty much daily. One lecture lasts for an hour. Sometime you may have at least only 2 lectures a day, and sometimes you might have 5. It depends. UCD, from what I heard, classes are usually for only like 2 hours to 3 hours daily. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-pagination:none;mso-list:l2 level1 lfo3;tab-stops:11.0pt .5in 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span&gt;▪&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Anatomy is twice a week in RCSI. That means you meet a cadaver twice a week, and you learn from your cadaver a lot. I don't know how is it like in UCD.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-pagination:none;mso-list:l2 level1 lfo3;tab-stops:11.0pt .5in 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span&gt;▪&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;There is no need to take an extra subject in RCSI, while it is mandatory in UCD, so many take up new languages.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-pagination:none;mso-list:l2 level1 lfo3;tab-stops:11.0pt .5in 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span&gt;▪&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;There is only one exam in RCSI, the end seem exams, while I heard there are a number of tests conducted quite frequently in UCD.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-pagination:none;mso-list:l2 level1 lfo3;tab-stops:11.0pt .5in 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span&gt;▪&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;In RCSI, exam results are not based on CGPA. It's either a 1st class, a pass or a fail (I can be wrong about 1st class and pass) but passing is at 50%. In UCD, the CGPA system is used, so you need to maintain it at 3.0 always. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-pagination:none;mso-list:l2 level1 lfo3;tab-stops:11.0pt .5in 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span&gt;▪&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;There is a lot of time to relax and play sports in UCD, while in RCSI, unless you already have genuine interest, people can't be bothered. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-pagination:none;mso-list:l2 level1 lfo3;tab-stops:11.0pt .5in 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span&gt;▪&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;The population in RCSI is very 1world type. It is divorced. They are made up of people from Canada, the Middle East, Asia and the Caribbean's, also not forgetting the local Irish. UCD is well, very Irish I presume. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-pagination:none;mso-list:l2 level1 lfo3;tab-stops:11.0pt .5in 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span&gt;▪&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;There are only 3 different faculties in RCSI-Medicine, Physiotherapy and Pharmacy, while UCD is a university with pretty much all the other faculties. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Well that's pretty much it I guess. Your interview should last for nearly 20minutes. It will be like any other interview. Be prepared for questions like what can you do to bring up PMC's name besides studying hard, because they know you can't get into PMC if you are not smart. Be yourself, in a formal way, relax and sail through well. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Good luck.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-pagination:none;mso-list:l3 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:11.0pt .5in 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span&gt;•&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Results will be out in a month or two, I cant really remember, but it will only say if you passed or failed to get into PMC, not which university you are placed in. You might be asked which university would you like to go to, and usually you get what you asked for, but sometimes you may not get it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-7960257356167534142?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/7960257356167534142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/10/pmc-interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/7960257356167534142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/7960257356167534142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/10/pmc-interview.html' title='PMC Interview'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-6574504879553912452</id><published>2011-09-05T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T01:30:05.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>A-levels &amp; Results</title><content type='html'>You know what’s worse then A-Levels examinations?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The waiting for the results. At least it was not as bad as SPM, which takes nearly 3 months. This took only 6 weeks, and even before the exam timetable was out, the results date was already out! wow. 18th of August 2011. So, good day? Bad day? Well, it was an extremely good day and for that I’m proud of myself! &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3As&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, after finishing each paper i became down. Imagine how down I would have been after 16 papers! No stars if you were wondering and I don’t mind. Sorry, I’m not in the kiasu list. And to add up to my happiness, all my friends did extremely well! Now, that is awesome, ain’t it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The exams were bad. It was like EDEXCEL was going through pms when the questions were being set. SOme, even till today I have no idea on what or how to answer. It was that bad. I made a huge blunder in Phy 3, and since then I kinda lost hope on an A. Phy 4 added up to my misery. It was a cruel paper (because I was stupid for not knowing how to answer). The only thing everybody did after each exam was pray that the benchmark to get an A would be lowered. lol. But after Phy 4, all of us could only laugh at one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the exams, you can see a lot of expressions, especially if you have no clue on your answers anymore. I remember, Nas, who was beside me had a very wild WTF? and OMG! look during Bio 4. It was tough. It was like 60% of the questions asked had answers which had nothing to do with the textbook. Imagine, after spending nearly a year reading unit 4 from the textbook, EDEXCEL just decided not to ask any (or much) from it. My Biology lecturer, Madam Siva was right-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘If you can’t, forget the textbooks and go to sleep’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She was extremely right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Units 3 and 6 for Biology were the best for me. I got like between the 34-40 range out of 60, and this was after using our seniors papers who got full marks as our guide! Seriously, WTF?! At least the consolation was nearly the whole batch got the same marks! lol. So, I didn’t do THAT bad. hahahahahaha (evil laugh)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, my Chemistry was the highest. The only paper I was thoroughly convinced I would have got a B, or a C (I knew(kinda) that I would have got an A for both Biology and Physics). My knowledge for Chem 5 was hilariously confusing. My lecture notes were somehow different from the text books, and my roommate became my tutor. Good thing she got an A* for this subject. &lt;b&gt;If it were not for Ms Nageswary&lt;/b&gt;, I don’t think I would have got 88.3 for Chemistry (overall) in the end. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you Nages!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, A-Levels is done, and the beautiful results may just have expired already. A brand new start awaits me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU INTEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt; THANK YOU JPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next chapter: DEGREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-6574504879553912452?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/6574504879553912452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/09/levels-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/6574504879553912452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/6574504879553912452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/09/levels-results.html' title='A-levels &amp; Results'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-4323700405279070535</id><published>2011-08-23T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T01:36:56.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>TO All.....Love Ms. Lay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Here's the thing. you can talk all you want. You can thrash me as much as the hill at Jinjang. Or you could be a dimwit by simply ignoring me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I believe in Karma, and over the years I have seen, those who wish ill towards me, get their punishment real hard. I'm not bragging. Just stating the fact. I have seen enough, enough for me to say, there will come a day, when I will be somebody and you will still be an empty vessel. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I wish no ill to anybody. To those who have wished ill towards me, watch out folks, your good luck is running out. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To those whom I have been your friend, pay attention as I emphasize the past tense used here, you are who you are today because of me, literally. Again, I'm not bragging, but if I never came into any of your lives, you will be worse off now. But then again, some of you got arrogant as you chose to prove you are better. Good for you, I'm happy. A piece of advice, your arrogance brings you nowhere. The wheel of Dharma could stop with you being at the bottom. May the Lords bless you. I use Lords, for all the Gods of various religions and all the wonderful people who have always thought of goodness in their hearts. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For those who are my friends, I wish all the good luck and all the wealth, joy, and health in your lives. You have stood by me, been there for during tough moments, and have always been a silent well wisher. The Lords will always bless you. I can't find the words to describe how wonderful my friends are. Sadly the words seem to be pouring out for those who wished me ill. :(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Nevertheless, friend or frienemies, I am who I am today thanks to all of you. For my good friends, you think of me with kindness it your hearts, for the latter group, I am always in your heart and mind (though you may be cursing me most of the time). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&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/4146751303424049369-4323700405279070535?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/4323700405279070535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-alllove-ms-lay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4323700405279070535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4323700405279070535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-alllove-ms-lay.html' title='TO All.....Love Ms. Lay'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-3726848536742299803</id><published>2011-07-06T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T02:18:35.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Between a Piece and Peace</title><content type='html'>Seriously....nearly two months of A-Levels is social suicide, and mental suicide too. I mean, all you do is study because you are obliged to. When you open Quicktime to watch Desperate Housewives, you get desperate thinking of why not study, than watch this. But when you study you feel, I know the contents of this page by heart, and so you get pissed of not reading and bored of reading. Gosh. It sounds dramatic, but hey, we are not paying ourselves with Csss and Dsss into medical school. For the record, we work our asses out hard to get good grades. And studying for A-Levels is not easy. Sitting for A-Levels is NOTHING like SPM. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, I had 11 subjects in SPM, and I still had time to watch my fav drama at 3.3opm everyday. In A-Levels, it was a major reduction from 11 to 3, 8 subs just gone. So one would expect life to be much easier. But hell no. It was like OMG. Anyway, A-Levels is done. All I hope for is some good results. I honestly was trying for gold medal, but then I thought, A* won’t be that bad. Now, I hope for ABB to satisfy me. Not that I’m stupid, it was tough for me. I wasn’t a nerd, I was average. I never got 15 points throughout my years in INTEC, but hey...I’m not regretting it. I had one hell of a good time. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind is not at peace. I’m tensed, now thinking of results. I was tensed thinking of the exams. I need it, I need to go overseas to do my degree, so yes, I’m scared, and tensed, scared. Seriously...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In comes the the remedy:&lt;b&gt; PHOTOGRAPHY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing. It’s like an instant cure. &lt;i&gt;The peace one can get by just producing a beautiful piece of picture, is just priceless&lt;/i&gt;. Taking photos of people, laughter, events, that special look just makes me feel good about myself. I mean, there’s a magic behind every photo I take. A special meaning. A special message. A special connection. It makes me forget my tensed world of examinations, and just drift into a world where I control, a world which is governed by me. I decide the shot, I take it, and the people love it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-3726848536742299803?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/3726848536742299803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/07/between-piece-and-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3726848536742299803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3726848536742299803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/07/between-piece-and-peace.html' title='Between a Piece and Peace'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-4194810570690048730</id><published>2011-06-19T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T19:24:26.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Sometimes.....</title><content type='html'>Letting go is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Getting over is even more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;More than a year and half, I still wish you’re actually on a long vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...how I wish things were different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you called&lt;div&gt;I wish nothing happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wish you were here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you would somehow call me, magically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has changed..at least mine has...I’m different. I have changed. I have let go of everything from high school. I moved on. Most of me moved on, but one part...which still longs to hold on to you..your memory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you are still on a long vacation, and I will wait till you come back one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day when you are ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-4194810570690048730?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/4194810570690048730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4194810570690048730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4194810570690048730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes.....'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-863117156463654496</id><published>2011-02-28T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T20:51:14.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTEC'/><title type='text'>The Effects of Trials</title><content type='html'>This is just a random conversation which took place in Kamar 1, Bilik 7109, Blok 7, Akasia.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(with headphones on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: Nages, I'm glad that you are my roommate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nages&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;( also with headphones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: err....Why suddenly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lay: &lt;/b&gt;We should take time to show how much we appreciate the people around us. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nages:&lt;/b&gt; Well, a Secret Recipe wont hurt to show how much you appreciate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lay:&lt;/b&gt; And now is the time you blast your music and pretend nothing happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nages: &lt;/b&gt; Swat la you. (aiyo!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-863117156463654496?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/863117156463654496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/02/effects-of-trials.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/863117156463654496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/863117156463654496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/02/effects-of-trials.html' title='The Effects of Trials'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-4466289496491259742</id><published>2011-02-01T18:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T12:08:30.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTEC'/><title type='text'>Unit 3~Nah...Not a big Headache</title><content type='html'>Hahahahahahaha(evil laughter) Sorry, I just needed that to tell myself, I had already done this, and I am 20 (old). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, unit 3 is not difficult, you just need the very basic information, for adding in a lil bit more will result in you going overboard in your word count. So, what's the best topic? How to do? Where to start? So many questions right? Here's a thought, ORGANISE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1. Where to start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, &lt;b&gt;READ&lt;/b&gt; the guidelines provided by Edexcel, which will be provided by Mdm Rita, or your biology lecturer. Read it like your holy book, understand what they want, pay attention to the marks being awarded. The guideline is pretty good as it actually does say what is really required.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What topic do I choose?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get yourself familiar with the many medical issues, and don't just choose one because it sound fancy or because your best friend said so. Learn to make decisions yourself. Makesure the topic you choose can fulfill all the guidelines' requirement. Your issue should have a main solution and also alternative solution. The main solution is more to what is recomended by the doctors, and what is usually chose. The alternative is what can help if you choose to forego the main option, or a help to the main. This is important. It is alright if your issue has no cure, saying we are talking about diseases. No cure, as in permanent cure, but has a drug or method to relieve the symptoms. This is the case if you chose Schizophrenia, Alzheimer's, Fibromyalgia, etc. Your main can be the main method used to relive the symptoms while alternative can be others lk traditional medicine, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;3. How to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Start by answering the questions to the guideline. Or maybe start by doing the Ways to overcome. At least if you find that you don't have much to write about you can always change. Keep it short, simple, but informative. Don't write a story. Don't say &lt;i&gt;'I was so pleased to learn there is a cure for this problem'.&lt;/i&gt; Nobody cares if you are pleased or not. Don't copy everything just like that. Rephrase them, change, or best write it out in your way. Read first, then write out what you understand. &lt;i&gt;Kena pandai mengolah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;4. What to have in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Information, precise and short. Read a few times to determine if certain sentences are really necessary. There is a word limit you don't want to exceed. Although I have heard that it is ok to exceed by a couple of hundred, I advice you not to do so. Just listen to the rules. It wont hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add in loads of pictures and graphs regarding your issue. Talk about it. Explain them. Describe them. Your explanation should reflect some maturity. Don't forget to quote. As for the pictures you put in, make sure u put it in a box, or there is a distinctive border surrounding the pics (applies to graphs too). Have a caption. And maybe if you put in a picture of your symptoms, you can finish all the explanation of symptoms in the caption of the picture. The pictures and graphs can be found via google images. Use medical websites alot. Go to the British Medical Journal. Medscape. etc. Don't depend alot on wikipedia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; At the end, you should do your bibliography. There are many formats, and I'm sure you have been given a few of your super senior's reports as guidelines. You can choose any one of their method of theirs. For an easier way, you can download the footnote thinggy from the library which really helps in your bibliography writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;5. How to know if what you wrote is correct?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask a friend to read. Your roommate, your boyfriend/girlfriend, best friend. Or even your parents. Ask as many people possible but not your lecturers. If the people who read can fairly understand what is it that you are trying to say, then you are safe. All that is important is your have checked your checklist based on the guidelines. If you have satisfied that, then ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Points to Remember:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't copy and paste. If you have no choice, then quote.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please check for plagiarism-You can download plagiarism check softwares from www.downloads.com. If you are using mac, there is no software-at least when I checked. So you need your friends to help.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read and re-read as many times as you can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not copy your senior's. &lt;b&gt;DO YOUR OWN&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mind your English. It is important. Don't just write in broken English, our center's image is at stake too, besides your own. Remember to differentiate between plural and singular terms, don;t just use it because you have been using it for the past 19 years. And again, don't get dramatic. It's not literature after all. They expect you to be well versed in technical terms, so use it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well dear juniors, I hope this helps. If you have any questions fell free to ask. Please tag as many as possible.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (only those who are interested)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Goodluck. DO your best. You can get it done in a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-4466289496491259742?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/4466289496491259742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/02/unit-3nahnot-big-headache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4466289496491259742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4466289496491259742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/02/unit-3nahnot-big-headache.html' title='Unit 3~Nah...Not a big Headache'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-618464724007521336</id><published>2011-02-01T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T18:32:03.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Honest Opinion?</title><content type='html'>The fourth Sem's Ethics is regarding Contemporary Legal Issues. By which we need to find current legal issues which contests our constitution.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing wrong or great about it, it's just, the more I find out about my issue, the more hatred builds up in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm not against religion or politics, it's just I feel the approach is wrong, and the way certain thoughts are being instilled into young minds is totally wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The controversial issue over Interlok-Who is actually right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, they say that the book suggest all of us are of a very low cast system, so the untouchables become touchables among themselves. Pardon me, not ALL are of that cast. That's why the Indians are angry. Besides that, nah, nothing is really wrong. The novel does depict the true beauty of 1Malaysia spirit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I have something to share. I went for BTN- and during our moral sessions, the faci said I have to be grateful to the government for it is because of them I am who I am today. Or, I wouldn't have come out of an estate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all due respect- I love my country. Blame my secondary years, I always had government favours. I had joined alot of competitions sponsored by the government, and also national day celebration parades. Maybe some people may claim, this doesn't prove I'm patriotic enough, but hey, it's subjective. I respect Negaraku, give importance to the flag, and I know my limits about my country. So yes, I am THANKFUL. But then, dear faci who seriously needs to learn history all over, I, or my family, none of us were from the estates of Malaysia. I have never been to an estate till I was in standard 5, when I went to Johor to get my bro. And when I tried to point this out, he said I didn't know my roots. With all due respect sir, is it me or you who is in the dark? I know my roots, and I'm proud of it. My dad was a taxi driver, I never hide that fact but I say it out loud, so hey, if I came from an estate I would admit, for there is nothing humiliating about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, of a number of major camps and ethical studies I have done, only PLKN seems to be truly ignorant to the fact that there are DIFFERENT religions. Don't get me wrong, but in PLKN, we were made to be one, we learned about other religions together, and honestly, I never felt any hatred. It was peaceful. Everybody did their part together. PLKN never said you are different, there we were all Malaysians. Malaysians who need to be there for Malaysia when called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once, women needed protection because we were waek and the minority compared to men-there were more men than women. So the minority was being protected. Today, the majority needs protection. Errrr....huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-618464724007521336?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/618464724007521336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/02/honest-opinion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/618464724007521336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/618464724007521336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/02/honest-opinion.html' title='Honest Opinion?'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-4275150257629207107</id><published>2011-01-24T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T12:43:47.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Am I Like 20 Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Happy Birthday Lay!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Happy 20th Birthday!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Wow. Did I ever imagine I would be 20 one day? No. Not really. I always thought time stood still, and I would always be in primary school. Then I thought I would never leave Air Panas. I thought even form 6 would be in Setapak High. But then I left KL, the best place in the world, to go to Shah Alam. And I am 20. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So there goes my teenage years…It wasn't a waste. And I had wonderful birthdays always, although I'm not a real fan of birthdays.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Some of those which stand out:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="text-shadow: 3.0px 3.0px 0.0px #aaaaaa"&gt;Form 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We had a talk in Dewan Budiman of SMK ℗ Air Panas. Honestly, I had no idea what the talk was about, but since I was a prefect, and it was only all the form 4s involved, I had no choice but to be there. So there I was with my gang, sitting right at the back of the Dewan, talking away. And then, the facilitator had us all into groups and made us do some kind of presentation &lt;span style="font-effect: outline"&gt;(which again, I had no idea, but I contributed ideas, and since I have the gift of the gab, I was to present). &lt;/span&gt;Well, we presented well, people slept, nobody paid attention and the talk was a success! But ahh…the last group, did a miracle. They went up and said, 'Since it's Lay's birthday, our presentation is about a birthday party we want to throw for Lay'. And at the end of it, they made the whole my school's F4 sing 'Happy Birthday to Lay'! Now, that was cool, more like a first time so many people wishing me in a go. And the wonderful people who made it were&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Myhump (Intan), GMS (Gan Ming Sian), K (Kirtana), Chang (Chang Su Juen), Low (Low Yin Li), Thana (Thanaletchumy), Arin (Arin Rubaa), Loga (Logapriya), Marmalade (Sharminee) and the beautiful f4 students! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Now, I was near to tears for that. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="text-shadow: 3.0px 3.0px 0.0px #aaaaaa"&gt;18th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I was in Kem De' Bana, Jempol, Negri Sembilan, completing my stint for NS. It wasn't bad at all, but it was one of the best times of my life. So what we did? Well, it was only a month, but since we practically lived, ate, and took baths together, we became pretty close. So birthdays were the days we waited for, for it was like HAPPENING! So at night, Wawa had all the ALPHA Wirawati stay back after the midnight briefing to sing Happy Birthday Lay. It was really loud that even the WIRAs who lived across the street heard it and sent me SMSs wishing me. Morning, the scenario was completely different. It was my camp's open day, so we had outsiders all in. My parents came, and my cousin, Vimo came, well I made her come. I was like desperately in need to see her, so I asked her to come. And she bought me a gift. So sweet of her. That's pretty much it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="text-shadow: 3.0px 3.0px 0.0px #aaaaaa"&gt;19th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This one was awesome, for my birthday I was in a leadership camp, in another NS Kem in Kuala Kubu Baru. Hehe…I thought maybe, again birthday in NS. lol. Anyway,  Q-En, my housemate and I share the same birthdate, and we were both together at the kem. Sad thing was, nobody wished me, at all! We went rafting, and still nobody wished, even Nas didn't!!!! But Nas, is soooooooo sweet. He and Aizuddin and a few others planned a prank for both me and Q-En. But, we somehow knew it, when Q-En and I were told that we were going to be punished with another guy &lt;span style="font-effect: outline"&gt;(guy to make us think the prank is not for our birthday).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Immediately, I talked:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Me: Dude, is it yr birthday? &lt;span style="font-effect: outline"&gt;(whispering)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Dude: Err, no. Why?&lt;span style="font-effect: outline"&gt; (whispering with an odd look)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Me: Then why are they punishing you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Dude: I dunnu. Same reason as you perhaps?&lt;span style="font-effect: outline"&gt;(perplexed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Q-En &amp;amp; I: It's our birthday, that's why we have been called. &lt;span style="font-effect: outline"&gt;(excited)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Dude: Mine is in December. &lt;span style="font-effect: outline"&gt;(owh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Then we were made to close our eyes, lie down on the grown in that hot sun, roll around for 5 mins, and finally Mughi came pouring water all over us, and drums rolled in &lt;span style="font-effect: outline"&gt;(literally, they started banging the big blue barrels which we used for rafting)&lt;/span&gt; and people started singing Happy Birthday!!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Boy, did we not enjoy it or what? A few girls came over and carried me, &lt;span style="font-effect: outline"&gt;(at this point I had no idea what was Q-En doing for I was concentrating on who just carried me)&lt;/span&gt; and they were telling me that the reason nobody wished me was caused Nas told everybody not to. Wow. Nas Nas. I wonder how he came up with such a beautiful plan!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And then I came home to find my bed perfectly made by Nages (I never do my bed except in NS for I was forced to do so). Suddenly, Q-En came into my room and :&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Q En: Eh you got see your bed? &lt;span style="font-effect: outline"&gt;(Excited)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Me: Yeah, it has been made, so clean o. So nice of Nages. &lt;span style="font-effect: outline"&gt;(Normal + blur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Q-En: Ey…look under your pillow. See got anything or not. &lt;span style="font-effect: outline"&gt;(Can't wait to scream mode)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Me: Ok………OMG!!!! Got a BOX!!!! &lt;span style="font-effect: outline"&gt;(err ok….EYES POPPING OUT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Q-En: Yeah mine too!!! Jom jom buka!&lt;span style="font-effect: outline"&gt; (Too excited and happy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Haha…Nages was so sweet and angelic to get us both Happy Birthday mugs and a Secret Recipe cake each &lt;span style="font-effect: outline"&gt;(a slice of course!&lt;/span&gt;) Haha…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;The next day, my classmates (well, a few of them-Vanessa, Kiran, Kah Yan, Rachel and Sin Yuan) bought a cake for me and Q-En. Wiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Well, besides that, it was the normal birthdays…before I turned 11, all my birthdays were celebrated at home, with my parents and a lot of family friends, and just one day I thoughts not waste money anymore and stopped having parties. We had a cake ordered in for my 17th. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;As for presents, I never received many, not complaining. K gave me a pencil case in F4, because she could not understand how I could still be using the same pencil case since I was 12, &lt;span style="font-effect: outline"&gt;(that pencil case was a gift from Tiara for my 12th)&lt;/span&gt;, and now I'm still using the pencil case K gave me 4 years ago. Bob has been complaining that my school bag is so out of date and I should get a new one. Well Bob, you read bout my pencil case, so &lt;b&gt;Go Figure!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Perfect presents I would love, but nah…never got..or did get but not as much as expected:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Cash&lt;/b&gt;. I never hate cash, but keep a minimum of RM50. lol. I know family members always satisfy this.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Chocolates.&lt;/b&gt; Now who could ever hate chocolates??? Cmon, it's LAY, duh. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;A romantic dinner&lt;/b&gt;. Well, doesn't have to be with my boyfriend. My close buddies, just us, hanging put..having dinner and chatting the night away like what we did for Rohan's. Now Rohan's 2oth, that is the ideal birthday party. Honestly, I never felt so happy in a birthday before. We could all feel the love and closeness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Besides that, I never really crave for anything. This 3 is enough, esp the 3rd. That would always be the best!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Anyway, those were the great birthdays under 20! lol…now that is awesome, makes me feel like I'm in Forbes Under 20 or something.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And I look forward for more happy ones, perhaps more surprises with no pranks, (I HATE 'em). And oh yeah, after this my next 3 birthdays may only be in IRELAND. It better be. Hopefully, last here till 2014!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-4275150257629207107?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/4275150257629207107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-lay-happy-20th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4275150257629207107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4275150257629207107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-lay-happy-20th-birthday.html' title='Am I Like 20 Already?'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-6375286007505292565</id><published>2011-01-23T09:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T12:52:43.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>The Magical Element of Mankind</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They say time and tide waits for no man. I came across this while buying myself a test pad from Minerva Bookstores in KL. At that tender age of 10, I never quite understood the meaning of that phrase. I thought it was some kind of a catchy phrase on the cover. I thought it meant time and tide waits for no MAN, as in man…the male race. Only as I grew older, with gaining experience in life and troubles life has to offer, I realized it meant Time and tide waits for no man-as in mankind. It waits for no one. You might have all the gold in the world to offer to buy it, but hey, it doesn't wait for you. Time is in a whole different dimension from us, quite ignorant to how we want it to be, but it makes us revolve our life around it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We need time. We need time to study, to eat, to sleep, and to accomplish all the daily chores of living. We also need time to know and understand our partners, children, and our friends. Most of our relationships, in fact, require more time than we have, and usually, we don't have that much of time to offer, for we also need some of this presiouc element to care for ourselves, to be alone, lost in OUR thoughts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;People are then, weird too. Some spend all their time on business. Some on studies. Some on games. Some on work…family and list goes on. Never, or maybe a handful only spend time on everything. The reason they spend most of their time only on one particular thing is because that is important. Now, think again, do we have 9 lives like cats to come back overtime and live for one a goal a life? No!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yet, I always find people taking granted of the time they have. Have you ever heard and maybe even thought of doing something, but then putting it on hold, claiming it's a waste of time? With the only life we have, how can we say something is a waste time? Nothing is a waste of time, if you put it in a positive way. Because if you don’t even Toastmasters is a waste of time. What happens besides a bunch of people talking and talking and giving speeches? Yet, if you think of it the other way around, it is beneficial. You learn something new, you meet new people who bring you into their experiences via their wonderful speeches. And putting things on hold serves no purpose. Chances comes knocking on our door once, and rarely people get a second chance on chances. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I live with people who keep giving what for, or no time as an excuse, and I hate it. In my opinion, there is no such thing as no time. We FIND the time. I once watched a movie that brought me to tears. Movies are sometimes the best teachers of life. Sepi-a malay movie. A wife was complaining to her husband about him not spending much time with her and their 3 year old son. He was always on the move, and busy with business. And overtime the wife complained, the only reply she got was, don't worry, we have all the time in the world, now let me concentrate on business first. And one day, the wife died-they all met with an accident and she died on the spot. After that, the husband really changed, and took care of his son. There wasn't a day that passed in his life without him regretting not spending much time with his wife.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Even I have had a lesson in time. Ever since I came to INTEC, I never contacted my cousins or friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;from high school. I had the perception I would have time once I'm somebody in the society. I gave excuses, saying I'm busy for family gatherings and stuff. All this changed the day my cousin died, and I knew, if I was there for her then, she wouldn't have died the way she did. It was then me and my whole family realized, nothing is really permanent in life, and if there is something we thought of doing, we should do it there and then. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If today is the day you feel like having fun, by all means have fun to the max. If today is the day you feel like crying your hearts out, do it. And if there is a girl or guy you like, go for it, the worse that can ever happen is they turning you down. Never put things on hold. Never say no time to anybody, even if whatever you doing is not going to benefit you, it may benefit others. They will be your well-wisher, and you will be blessed by God. Pu yourself out there, have the life you want. Yes, studies may be everything now, but guess what, you can't be 19 or 20 twice. Trust me, you wont want to tell your children one day that you were too busy to have fun when the age was right, and now that you want to have fun the age is not right. Learn new things. If possible, learn everything. There is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;saying in tamil stating, 'What we learn is only a handful of knowledge, but what is left to learn is a big as the universe'. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Living your life to the fullest can never be a waste of time, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;not living it to the fullest is a crime. B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;e like the clock. Always keep on ticking by involving yourself in various things and learning new things. These small knowledge and experience modules will perhaps one day take you to your bigger goal some day. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Take Rose from Titanic for example, at the brink of death, Jack makes her promise to never let go of life, and to do what ever she wanted. She did. She learnt horse riding, flying a plane and many other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And she was a happy lady the day she passed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well, at least the best reward you can get by living your life to the fullest is, you die with no regrets.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remember: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You cant change the past, but you can ruin the future by worrying about the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi- font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Times;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-6375286007505292565?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/6375286007505292565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/01/magical-element-of-mankind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/6375286007505292565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/6375286007505292565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/01/magical-element-of-mankind.html' title='The Magical Element of Mankind'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-3437537354494071090</id><published>2011-01-21T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:25:19.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>You B*****d</title><content type='html'>Trust me, you were nothing before you met me.&lt;div&gt;Your life took a turn for the better when I entered your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then things didn't work out well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You moved on. You met other people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So did I. And I decided to move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I realised, of all those times you said people were nasty to you, and that people were never grateful to you, you were lying. And you had the cheek to call me a liar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the ungrateful S.O.B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the one who can't differentiate between your priorities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And honestly, for once in my life, I wish you all the badluck in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm never this mean, but then again darling, you went too far. You have no rights on me. So i'm just proving a point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And suddenly, when I think of your name, all the bad words in this world seem to fill my thoughts first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W.O.W&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, its sick by the the way. To live the way you are living. You are an obnoxious S.O.B. You think you're so great, haha, guess what, the world loathes you. Now I get it why you say people are mean to you. You're just so f****d up, that people can't help but to get away from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least when I look around, I still have my friends, who have always been with me. If I'm whoever you claim to be, I would be alone now. But wait, you are alone now. Well, none of your friends from primary school cares for you. Even your secondary school. They say hi, and then 'puff' they're gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops. Does this mean, you are actually whatever you called me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;KARMA IS A BITCH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LIVE WITH IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I WISH YOU HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This note is intended to anybody who 'ate the chillies'. Be a pain to me, and I will be happy to give you back twice your dosage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sorry for the foul language and the cursing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-3437537354494071090?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/3437537354494071090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-bd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3437537354494071090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3437537354494071090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-bd.html' title='You B*****d'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-9059664764861452415</id><published>2011-01-16T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T22:13:56.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ireland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>It's ALl About the Irish</title><content type='html'>OK..Irish people might sound very distant to us, but hey, for all you know, they are everywhere, and are linked to us in ways we never thought.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Westlife is an Irish band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You raised me..was Irish. Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. When I was in F1, we had this poem called The Lake Isle of Innisfree. Written by William Butler Yeats. Oh, he is Irish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Irish coffee is a combination of cream, sugar, hot coffee and Irish whiskey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. March 17 is an important date. St. Patrick's Day + National Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Boyle's law-From Ireland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Absolute temperature is measured in kelvin. Lord Kelvin is from Ireland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-9059664764861452415?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/9059664764861452415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-all-about-irish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/9059664764861452415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/9059664764861452415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-all-about-irish.html' title='It&apos;s ALl About the Irish'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-4806064724665408346</id><published>2011-01-15T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T21:50:30.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTEC'/><title type='text'>Interview</title><content type='html'>Interview is on Tuesday. OMG. &lt;div&gt;First of all, I find the Irish accent pretty much like English accent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, I am confident, I mean I have faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirdly, God, be with me pls?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-4806064724665408346?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/4806064724665408346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/01/interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4806064724665408346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4806064724665408346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/01/interview.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-4243681565043796981</id><published>2011-01-14T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T16:10:20.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you alot. And I cry because of that. Wish I could see you daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-4243681565043796981?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/4243681565043796981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-miss-you-alot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4243681565043796981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4243681565043796981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-miss-you-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-1168791129938456615</id><published>2011-01-09T12:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T13:37:04.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>A 100 Truths?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I saw this on FB...seemed a pretty cool way for me to evaluate myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;1. Last beverage: Milk+Milo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;2. Last phone call: Mother&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;3. Last text message: Vicnesh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;4. Last song you listened to: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;5. Last time you cried: 8th Jan-thanks to Vicnesh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Have you ever:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;6. Dated someone twice: Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;7. Been cheated on: Hell YES&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; 8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it: Never&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;9. Lost someone special: Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;10. Been depressed: Yes and it wasn't fun recovering&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;11. Been drunk and thrown up: Nah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;List 3 favorite colors:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;12. Red&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;13. White&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;14. Black&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;This year have you:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;15. Made a new friend: Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;16. Fallen out of love: Not really yet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: Not me, that's Nages&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: I changed him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: All the time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: Errr....dunno o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: Duh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: All of them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;23. How many kids do you want: 4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;24. Do you have any pets: Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: Bunga is cool, but Layveeniea is an epic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday: Was at a camp-rafting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: 0750&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night : Studying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother: 2nd jan 2011&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life:  It is perfect the way it is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;32. What are you listening to right now: Nothing..the sound of wind from the fan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;34. Who's getting on your nerves right now: Nobody actually...or maybe Vicnesh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;35. Most visited webpage: Fb, duh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;36. Whats your real name: Layveeniea Ananthan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;37. Nickname : Lay/Cik Lay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;38. Relationship Status: In a relationship&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;39. Zodiac sign: Aquarius&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;40. Male or female: Female&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;41. Primary School: SK MArian Convent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;42. Middle School: SMK (P) Air Panas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;43. High school/college: International Education College (INTEC)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;44. Hair color: Balck+Mahagony&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;45. Long or short: Till the waist, but since its super coiled looks till mid shoulder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;46. Height: 1.59 m&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone: NO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;48. What do you like about yourself: Everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;49. Piercings: yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;50. Tattoos: NO WAY-(read this Vicnesh)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;51. Righty or Lefty?: righty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;52. First surgery: Well, I disected a frog, nothing on me otherwise. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;53. First piercing: Ear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;54. First best friend: Tiara-Standard 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;55. First sport you joined: Long jump&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;56. First vacation: lol...keine ahnung&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;57.  -  if you are reading this then you are gay : i'm a girl for God's sake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;58. First pair of trainers: Power!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Right now:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;59. Eating: Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;60. Drinking: Nothing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;61. I'm about to: Resume chemistry and my speech&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;62. Listening to: Nothing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;63. Waiting for: Nothing really&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Your Future:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;64. Want kids: Yup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;65. Get married: Duh, by 27&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;66. Career: Surgeon (pls God)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Which is better in the opposite sex?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;67. Lips or eyes: Both?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;68. Hugs or kisses : Hugs! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;69. Shorter or taller: Tall, dark and hot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;70. Older or younger: Same age pls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: Both again?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: Both again? I need the abs and muscles pls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;73. Sensitive or confident: Confident&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship: Uh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Have you ever:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;76. Kissed a stranger: Haha...maybe it counts as a yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;77. Drank hard liquor : Yes..always on the rocks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts :Perfect eyesight so far...(thank God)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;80. Broken someone's heart: Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;82. Been arrested: O.o??? No la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;83. Turned someone down: Yes..many&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;84. Cried when someone died: Err...you expect me to laugh? DUH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Do you believe in:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;86. Yourself: Of Course&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;87. Miracles: Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;88. Love at first sight: Hell NO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;89. Heaven: Maybe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;90. Santa Claus: Hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: Always &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Answer truthfully: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time?: NO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;95. Did you sing today?: Nope, not yet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody: NO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go: Don't wish to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;98. The moment you would choose to relive: None&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love: Nope...best feeling ever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;100. Are you afraid of posting this as 100 truths: Hell no!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-1168791129938456615?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/1168791129938456615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/01/100-truths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/1168791129938456615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/1168791129938456615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/01/100-truths.html' title='A 100 Truths?'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-4730890997399142016</id><published>2011-01-06T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T23:52:05.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTEC'/><title type='text'>INTEC</title><content type='html'>PEEPZ!&lt;div&gt;It's no more International Education Centre, but it's a college now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;INTERNATIONAL EDUCATION COLLEGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;name effective January '11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So, What's cooking here???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here's the buzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;It is still known as INTEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It is being open to private students-&lt;i&gt;so far 1 has registered&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I think the clothing/attire rules still apply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Akasia has it's own bus stop-&lt;i&gt;Girls are supposed to line up there during peak hours&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Resident college registration is a bit different- &lt;i&gt;We have to buy our electrical stickers there and then and collect our college stickers there and then too. Better, as in less haslle for students who really get these things done.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;IMU juniors have been split into two different groups-&lt;i&gt;One is a fast track, completing A-Levels in 18 months, and the other is the normal group&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-4730890997399142016?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/4730890997399142016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/01/intec.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4730890997399142016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4730890997399142016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/01/intec.html' title='INTEC'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-7171247027428859234</id><published>2011-01-01T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T23:40:55.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>z-o-!-!</title><content type='html'>Dear 2011....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I want from you is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do as well as possible in A-Levels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pass my interview&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enter PMC, and RCSI&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get myself to Ireland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be happy-go-lucky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Control my anger and mood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be extra+more friendly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doing what I feel like doing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Nos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No deaths pls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No fighting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No depression&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No crying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No saying what for&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/4146751303424049369-7171247027428859234?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/7171247027428859234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/01/z-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/7171247027428859234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/7171247027428859234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2011/01/z-o.html' title='z-o-!-!'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-2264604844542416511</id><published>2010-12-27T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T02:07:27.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUH</title><content type='html'>Ok. People are mad. Literally M-A-D!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently there has been this craze in my college. The HIMYM craze. Don't know what I'm talking about? Well it's the How I  Met Your Mother sitcom craze. It's not that I don't like it, but just there was this sudden tsunami in INTEC where everybody when oooo and ahhh over this sitcom, when I have been watching it for like forever. Please la. It was like H1N1 fever. An epidemic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That show has been going on for quite some time on TV an apparently our geeks have never been keeping abreast with IT or they would have actually watched it and not make such a big oo-ah now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another weird ooo-aahh is 3 Idiots. Ok. Ape yg best sgt, I pun tak pasti. For me the movie was ok, not to say wahhhhhhhh but just ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, maybe these are not my taste. I mean, if the movie is not sad, I don't like it. I need to cry, i need to feel touched. That's my best movie. And so far, I love Kabhi ALvida Na Kehna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-2264604844542416511?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/2264604844542416511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/12/duh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/2264604844542416511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/2264604844542416511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/12/duh.html' title='DUH'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-335428222869185157</id><published>2010-12-24T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T17:57:04.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>2-0-1-0</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s gonna be over like real soon!!! Hooray!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So how was it? Good? Bad? Haha….let’s say 50-50.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;January.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; Awesome. My birthday month! So, of course! So I turned 19! Celebrated in a Kem. Oops. Lol. We were up rafting there. Man rafting is like awesome. My dear roommate gave me a present for my birthday, which was a total surprise! Loved it. Thaipusam in Penang after like 15 years. Wow. I have reached the age where I can say 15 years, and counting back, I’m not in the baby age! Basically it means I am getting older. Nothing so great.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;February.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My worst month in my 19 years of life. Many things changed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well…things got a lil better. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went for BTN. Which was in Malacca. Awesome Malacca. Only, one of the facilitators had the nerve to say I am a &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;pendatang who should be grateful to the government or else I would still be in an estate&lt;/i&gt;. Here’s the thing, my family has never been in an estate, and I was born in Malaysia, which in no way makes me a pendatang. Grandparents, parents and me-born in Malaysia. So get your facts right before trying to instill patriotic values in me. And after that, my class and I went to Fraser’s Hill for our bio trip.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;End of second semester. A semester full of drama and scandal. Gosh. And it has to hols. I joined Relay for Life- a cancer awareness programme. It was cool. I mean, my first time in charity. Bravo Lay!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I met a guy. I had a wonderful summer in Penang with my cousins. Could not been better. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;July.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sem 3 started. It was a weird sem. Hectic. Short, and before I knew it, it ended. I opened up again, and so far it has proven me good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My very first programme, with me as the PM and supported endlessly by ALMEC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Had 2 weekes break. It was dedicated to IELTS. Had my IELTS. Got band 8.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;October.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don't think anything great happened. Studied alot. I think we had Majlis Anugerah Cemerlang in Hotel De Palma. ALMEC was too awesome to win anything apparently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yay! The final exams for sem 3. It was by far the worst exams ever. I guess, exams just gets harder as time passes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The best month in the year to waste time. Hopefully, my last christmas in Malaysia till 2014. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;     &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-335428222869185157?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/335428222869185157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/12/2-0-1-0.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/335428222869185157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/335428222869185157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/12/2-0-1-0.html' title='2-0-1-0'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-7534113489169272854</id><published>2010-12-24T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T16:25:22.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Dear History......Love Bunga</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dear History,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;How are you? I hope you are fine. Lately, I have been reading a lot about you in the papers. Looks like things ar not so good for you. Well who can blame you? You were made such. Years of studying you, I always knew you were unfair. But then, my voice was just too small to be heard. I mean, I am no doctor or Dato' to say '&lt;b&gt;Hey, the syllabus is unfair, and some facts are not right'&lt;/b&gt;. All I could do was just shake my head in agreement and listen to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Honestly, I loved you. That's why regardless of your imperfections, I really did well. Well many others did well too, but not all remember everything, at least mostly till today, 2 years after completing you. I do. And that is because I love History. In my opinion, history is something that is very sacred and divine. You can change everything in life, from your spouse to your looks (thanks plastic surgery), but then again, you cant change your history. It remains as a fact for as long as man shall wander on Earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It is really sad to see how people just use you for their benefits. Honestly people, the act of tampering with History to create an illusionary belief on us, the future of the country on you is just ridiculous. I mean, if that's just who you are, why can't you accept it? Why must we go on chanting 1 Malaysia in all possible languages available but then be ashamed to say that people of different ethnic groups also helped in our country's Independence? Now, who are you cheating? Me or you? Living a lie doesn't make you look powerful, for when the truth surfaces you will look bad. I meant this to the people who using you, dear history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It doesn't matter, if you were written by people of the same ethnic, but then again, the people who wrote you are graduates who have definitely studied some basic of moral, and would know how to not be biased towards certain group. But then again, with a sigh I shall say, I have no comments. Maybe they are just living up to the slogan Malaysia Boleh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well, I hope things turn out fine for you. No students have been through their secondary years without complaining about the unfairness. We know the truth once we set foot into university. This mockery is just getting nobody anywhere, as those who only stop at their F5 education really don't care about education let along History, and those who further their studies just know the truth. So yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;May things turn out better for you fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Bunga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-7534113489169272854?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/7534113489169272854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-historylove-bunga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/7534113489169272854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/7534113489169272854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-historylove-bunga.html' title='Dear History......Love Bunga'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-4793161687742109573</id><published>2010-12-16T11:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T12:10:13.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>All It Takes</title><content type='html'>Here's the thing.&lt;div&gt;I have less than 5 months left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all I know and want now is to do well in A-Levels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so so so so desperately, like really desperately need to go to Ireland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can I make it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I don't know, but I hope so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If so many others can, &lt;b&gt;why can't I?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's a pledge to myself. We used to do this in school, seriously, it seemed so stupid that everytime u started a new book u had to right 'MY PLEDGE' first. But it was good. It kept us on track, some how. So, old habits die hard, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will do all it takes to get the results I want. All, as in all, even if in means giving up a lot of my favourite things in life, I don't care. This is all I want for now. It is my EVERYTHING! And I will work hard for it. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-4793161687742109573?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/4793161687742109573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-it-takes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4793161687742109573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4793161687742109573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-it-takes.html' title='All It Takes'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-8910803496269386482</id><published>2010-12-15T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T17:16:36.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>My Wish List!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hohoho!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is coming! I love christmas! I don't know why...maybe because of the spirit it brings...the joy..the carols...ahh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just wonderful. Not to forget, PRESENTS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love presents! Always have..Its just, as I grew older, the number of presents I received began to decline. More like, inversely proportional. Ish! How can that be?! Presents are like the good things in life which should never diminish, instead they should flourish! Become more and more! HAHAHAHA! (OK, at this point, you might realise I am becoming crazy! Well, blame it on the festival!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what did I get for last christmas??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bag, from my aunt. That was so random. She didn't even meant to give me a pressy, but since I was at her place for Christmas, she had to just pick up something and give. Sigh. &lt;i&gt;*Note to self: Just be thankful*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, it is a new year. *wah so fast a year!* And, there is definitely no presents this time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me just sedapkan my hati by saying out loud what I want. Just to give myself satisfaction. I learnt that writting out what you want when you can't really tell anybody is good for the soul. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....my wish list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mis Lay wants....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;i&gt;an iPod Touch&lt;/i&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and....err...well I'm put of ideas. Maybe that's all I really want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, that's my material wish. Non-materials, are the bulk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I seriously wana do well in A-Levels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Get into RCSI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Go to Ireland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Go for tours around Europe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Visit Vatican City&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Go to US&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Become a doctor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Visit KL Tower-&lt;i&gt;this is never happening as long as I wait for my friends or for some company.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Go to Pulau Tioman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, for most of the visits or tours that I want, I learnt I should never hope or count on anybody to take me. So yeah! I will go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want time to fly and things to go on well, so I can spread my wings and fly off!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-8910803496269386482?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/8910803496269386482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-wish-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/8910803496269386482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/8910803496269386482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-wish-list.html' title='My Wish List!!!!'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-1566693476658572584</id><published>2010-11-27T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T21:20:06.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>O.V.E.R</title><content type='html'>Today is the day &lt;div&gt;I shall let you go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I no more care for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I no more love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I no more want to talk to you or have anything to do with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it was a blessing in disguise we were separated in a way we could never meet. It was nice, all those times. I wont forget, but I wont hold on. I am moving on, though I did it long time ago, I still did miss you. But now, today, I learnt, there's no point. You're gone, and you hate me for what I did. It's ok. I was the problem, but I blamed you. I wish you all the happiness life has to offer. May you come up in a way you wish to. Never come back. And, I'm sorry you met me. Sorry I came into your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: &lt;i&gt;Jangan lupa diri ye. Ingat orang yang bantu hang biler hang telah memerlukannya. Awak nak buat bodoh kat saya takpe, tapi jangan pada orang yang tolong hang. Semoga hang ingatla hal ini. Seperti hang selalu cakap, Allah akan ingat segalanya. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-1566693476658572584?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/1566693476658572584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/11/over.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/1566693476658572584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/1566693476658572584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/11/over.html' title='O.V.E.R'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-6425699679255881360</id><published>2010-11-25T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T02:27:11.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Knowledge'/><title type='text'>The Old 7 Wonders of the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1WxsOrqMI/AAAAAAAAArg/7NgWREo5-TA/s1600/new-old-7-wonders-temple-artemis-turkey_18315_600x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1WxsOrqMI/AAAAAAAAArg/7NgWREo5-TA/s320/new-old-7-wonders-temple-artemis-turkey_18315_600x450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543182128049268930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 2em; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;The Temple of Artemis, Turkey&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="credit" style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; font-style: italic; float: none; line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;Color engraving by Ferdinand Knab/The Bridgeman Art Library/Getty Images&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The great marble temple dedicated to the Greek goddess Artemis was completed around 550 B.C. at Ephesus, near the modern-day town of Selçuk in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/places/countries/country_turkey.html" style="color: rgb(4, 78, 142); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Turkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In addition to its 120 columns, each standing 60 feet (20 meters) high, the temple was said to have held many exquisite artworks, including bronze statues of the Amazons, a mythical race of female warriors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A man named Herostratus reportedly burned down the temple in 356 B.C. in an attempt to immortalize his name. After being restored, the temple was destroyed by the Goths in A.D. 262 and again by the Christians in A.D. 401 on the orders of Saint John Chrysostom, then archbishop of Constantinople (Istanbul).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Today the temple's foundations have been excavated and some of its columns re-erected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1WxATgcwI/AAAAAAAAArY/mfq-Z4w7VFk/s1600/new-old-7-wonders-statue-zeus-olympia-greece_18313_600x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1WxATgcwI/AAAAAAAAArY/mfq-Z4w7VFk/s320/new-old-7-wonders-statue-zeus-olympia-greece_18313_600x450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543182116258345730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 2em; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;The Statue of Zeus at Olympia, Greece&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="credit" style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; font-style: italic; float: none; line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;Color engraving by Ferdinand Knab/The Bridgeman Art Library/Getty Images&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The massive gold statue of the king of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/places/countries/country_greece.html" style="color: rgb(4, 78, 142); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Greek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; gods was built in honor of the original Olympic games, which began in the ancient city of Olympia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The statue, completed by the classical sculptor Phidias around 432 B.C., sat on a jewel-encrusted wooden throne inside a temple overlooking the city. The 40-foot-tall (12-meter-tall) figure held a scepter in one hand and a small statue of the goddess of victory, Nike, in the other—both made from ivory and precious metals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The temple was closed when the Olympics were banned as a pagan practice in A.D. 391, after Christianity became the official religion of the Roman Empire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The statue was eventually destroyed, although historians debate whether it perished with the temple or was moved to Constantinople (now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/places/cities/city_istanbul.html" style="color: rgb(4, 78, 142); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Istanbul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;) in Turkey and burned in a fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1Ww5MMLaI/AAAAAAAAArQ/jwcOTzLBNug/s1600/new-old-7-wonders-mausoleum-halicarnassus-turkey_18311_600x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1Ww5MMLaI/AAAAAAAAArQ/jwcOTzLBNug/s320/new-old-7-wonders-mausoleum-halicarnassus-turkey_18311_600x450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543182114348608930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 2em; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;The Mausoleum of Halicarnassus, Turkey&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="credit" style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; font-style: italic; float: none; line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;Painting by The Bridgeman Art Library/Getty Images&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The famous tomb at Halicarnassus—now the city of Bodrum—was built between 370 and 350 B.C. for King Mausolus of Caria, a region in the southwest of modern &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/places/countries/country_turkey.html" style="color: rgb(4, 78, 142); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Turkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Legend says that the king's grieving wife Artemisia II had the tomb constructed as a memorial to their love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mausolus was a satrap, or governor, in the Persian Empire, and his fabled tomb is the source of the word "mausoleum." The structure measured 120 feet (40 meters) long and 140 feet (45 meters) tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The tomb was most admired for its architectural beauty and splendor. The central burial chamber was decorated in gold, while the exterior was adorned with ornate stone friezes and sculptures created by four Greek artists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The mausoleum stood intact until the early 15th century, when Christian Crusaders dismantled it for building material for a new castle. Some of the sculptures and frieze sections survived and can be seen today at the British Museum in London, England.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1Wwh67stI/AAAAAAAAArI/0QBdlBdEXHk/s1600/new-old-7-wonders-lighthouse-alexandria-egypt_18309_600x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1Wwh67stI/AAAAAAAAArI/0QBdlBdEXHk/s320/new-old-7-wonders-lighthouse-alexandria-egypt_18309_600x450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543182108102210258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 2em; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;The Lighthouse of Alexandra, Egypt&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="credit" style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; font-style: italic; float: none; line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;Illustration by DeAgostini/Getty Images&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The lighthouse was the only ancient wonder that had a practical use, serving as a beacon for ships in the dangerous waters off the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/places/countries/country_egypt.html" style="color: rgb(4, 78, 142); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Egyptian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; port city of Alexandria, now called El Iskandarîya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Constructed on the small island of Pharos between 285 and 247 B.C., the building was the world's tallest for many centuries. Its estimated height was 384 feet (117 meters)—equivalent to a modern 40-story building—though some people believe it was significantly taller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The lighthouse was operated using fire at night and polished bronze mirrors that reflected the sun during the day. It's said the light could be seen for more than 35 miles (50 kilometers) out to sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The huge structure towered over the Mediterranean coast for more than 1,500 years before being seriously damaged by earthquakes in A.D. 1303 and 1323.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1WwVXAkHI/AAAAAAAAArA/sYoGAz0rzb0/s1600/new-old-7-wonders-hanging-gardens-babylon-iraq_18308_600x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1WwVXAkHI/AAAAAAAAArA/sYoGAz0rzb0/s320/new-old-7-wonders-hanging-gardens-babylon-iraq_18308_600x450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543182104730308722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 2em; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;The Hanging Gardens of Babylon, Iraq&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="credit" style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; font-style: italic; float: none; line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;Color lithograph by Ferdinand Knab/The Bridgeman Art Library/Getty Images&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The hanging gardens are said to have stood on the banks of the Euphrates River in modern-day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/places/countries/country_iraq.html" style="color: rgb(4, 78, 142); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Iraq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, although there's some doubt as to whether they ever really existed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Babylonian king Nebuchadnezzar II supposedly created the terraced gardens around 600 B.C. at his royal palace in the Mesopotamian desert. It is said the gardens were made to please the king's wife, who missed the lush greenery of her homeland in the Medes, in what is now northern Iran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Archaeologists have yet to agree on the likely site of the hanging gardens, but findings in the region that could be its remains include the foundations of a palace and a nearby vaulted building with an irrigation well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The most detailed descriptions of the gardens come from Greek historians. There is no mention of them in ancient Babylonian records.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1V8zTsewI/AAAAAAAAAq4/3rVpX4kY0gc/s1600/new-old-7-wonders-colossus-rhodes-greece_18305_600x450.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1V8zTsewI/AAAAAAAAAq4/3rVpX4kY0gc/s320/new-old-7-wonders-colossus-rhodes-greece_18305_600x450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543181219416275714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1V8zTsewI/AAAAAAAAAq4/3rVpX4kY0gc/s1600/new-old-7-wonders-colossus-rhodes-greece_18305_600x450.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 15px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The Colossus of Rhodes, Greece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="credit" style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; float: none; line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Color engraving by Ferdinand Knab/The Bridgeman Art Library/Getty Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In contrast to the pyramids, the colossus was the shortest lived of the seven wonders of the ancient world. Completed in 282 B.C. after taking 12 years to build, the Colossus of Rhodes was felled by an earthquake that snapped the statue off at the knees a mere 56 years later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1V8zTsewI/AAAAAAAAAq4/3rVpX4kY0gc/s1600/new-old-7-wonders-colossus-rhodes-greece_18305_600x450.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;The towering figure—made of stone and iron with an outer skin of bronze—represented the &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/places/countries/country_greece.html" style="color: rgb(4, 78, 142); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Greek&lt;/a&gt; sun god Helios, the island's patron god. It looked out from Mandráki Harbor on the Mediterranean island of Ródos (Rhodes), although it is no longer believed to have straddled the harbor entrance as often shown in illustrations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;The Colossus stood about 110 feet (33 meters) tall, making it the tallest known statue of the ancient world. It was erected to celebrate the unification of the island's three city-states, which successfully resisted a long siege by the Antigonids of Macedonia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1V8mcD7RI/AAAAAAAAAqw/DpWgFZUFNBI/s1600/new-old-7-wonders-great-pyramid-giza-egypt_18306_600x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1V8mcD7RI/AAAAAAAAAqw/DpWgFZUFNBI/s1600/new-old-7-wonders-great-pyramid-giza-egypt_18306_600x450.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1V8mcD7RI/AAAAAAAAAqw/DpWgFZUFNBI/s320/new-old-7-wonders-great-pyramid-giza-egypt_18306_600x450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543181215961705746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 2em; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The Great Pyramid of Giza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Egypt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="credit" style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; float: none; line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photograph by David Sutherland/The Image Bank/Getty Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Egyptian pharaoh Khufu built the Great Pyramid in about 2560 B.C. to serve as his tomb. The pyramid is the oldest structure on the original list of the seven wonders of the ancient world, which was compiled by Greek scholars about 2,200 years ago. It is also the only remaining survivor from the original list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Great Pyramid is the largest of three Pyramids at Giza, bordering modern-day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/places/cities/city_cairo.html" style="color: rgb(4, 78, 142); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cairo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Although weathering has caused the structure to stand a few feet shorter today, the pyramid was about 480 feet (145 meters) high when it was first built. It is thought to have been the planet's tallest human-made structure for more than four millennia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Initially the Giza Pyramids were top contenders in the Internet and phone ballot to make a new list of world wonders. But leading Egyptian officials were outraged by the contest, saying the pyramids shouldn't be put to a vote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"This contest will not detract from the value of the Pyramids, which is the only real wonder of the world," Egypt's antiquities chief Zahi Hawass told the AFP news agency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Instead competition organizers withdrew the Pyramids from the competition in April and granted them "honorary wonder" status.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;All the information were taken from the website: http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2007/07/photogalleries/seven-wonders/#/new-old-7-wonders-great-pyramid-giza-egypt_18306_600x450.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;All the information here are served as to share this knowledge with the general public. None of it is my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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/4146751303424049369-6425699679255881360?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/6425699679255881360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/11/old-7-wonders-of-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/6425699679255881360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/6425699679255881360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/11/old-7-wonders-of-world.html' title='The Old 7 Wonders of the World'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1WxsOrqMI/AAAAAAAAArg/7NgWREo5-TA/s72-c/new-old-7-wonders-temple-artemis-turkey_18315_600x450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-3044976092381356562</id><published>2010-11-25T01:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T02:09:19.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Knowledge'/><title type='text'>The New 7 Wonders of the Modern World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;The New7Wonders Competition!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The winners were voted for by Internet and phone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; font-weight: inherit !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; style. The seven new wonders are the Colosseum in Rome, India's Taj Mahal, the Great Wall of China, Jordan's ancient city of Petra, the Inca ruins of Machu Picchu in Peru, Christ the Redeemer Statue, and the ancient Maya city of Chichén Itzá in Mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The contest was organized by the New7Wonders Foundation—the brainchild of Swiss filmmaker and museum curator Bernard Weber—in order to &lt;i&gt;"protect humankind's heritage across the globe."&lt;/i&gt; The foundation says the poll attracted almost a hundred million votes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yet the competition has proved controversial, drawing criticism from the United Nations' cultural organization UNESCO, which administers the World Heritage sites program (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2007/07/photogalleries/heritage-sites/index.html" style="color: rgb(4, 78, 142); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;pictures of the newest World Heritage sites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"This initiative cannot, in any significant and sustainable manner, contribute to the preservation of sites elected by [the] public&lt;/i&gt;," UNESCO said in a statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; font-weight: inherit !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;—James Owen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1SEw-rMXI/AAAAAAAAAqo/DuAlm9EHjSA/s320/new-old-7-wonders-chichen-itza-mexico_18302_600x450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543176958183682418" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 2em; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Chichén Itzá, &lt;a href="http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/places/countries/country_mexico_cntry.html" style="color: rgb(4, 78, 142); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Mexico&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="credit" style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; font-style: italic; float: none; line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;Photograph by Steve Elmore/Stone/Getty Images&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Chichén Itzá is possibly the most famous temple city of the Mayas, a pre-Columbian civilization that lived in present day Central America. It was the political and religious center of Maya civilization during the period from A.D. 750 to 1200.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;At the city's heart lies the Temple of Kukulkan (pictured)—which rises to a height of 79 feet (24 meters). Each of its four sides has 91 steps—one step for each day of the year, with the 365th day represented by the platform on the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1Qgsyza6I/AAAAAAAAAqg/wCB7XH83txk/s320/new-old-7-wonders-colosseum-rome-italy_18304_600x450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543175239073229730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The Colosseum, Rome, Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="credit" style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; float: none; line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photograph by John Lawrence/Photographers Choice/Getty Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The only finalist from Europe to make it into the top seven—the Colosseum in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/places/cities/city_rome.html" style="color: rgb(4, 78, 142); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/places/countries/country_italy.html" style="color: rgb(4, 78, 142); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;—once held up to 50,000 spectators who came to watch gory games involving gladiators, wild animals, and prisoners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Construction began around A.D. 70 under Emperor Vespasian. Modern sports stadiums still resemble the Colosseum's famous design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;European sites that didn't make the cut include Stonehenge in the United Kingdom, the Acropolis in Athens, Greece, and the Eiffel Tower in Paris, France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Vatican in Rome accused the competition's organizers of ignoring Christian monuments, none of which was featured among the 20 finalists. Archbishop Mauro Piacenza, head of culture and archaeology at the Vatican, called the omission of sites such as the Sistine Chapel "inexplicable."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1QgXLexXI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/o_FEsa1Gm8s/s1600/new-old-7-wonders-great-wall-china_18307_600x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1QgXLexXI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/o_FEsa1Gm8s/s320/new-old-7-wonders-great-wall-china_18307_600x450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543175233271154034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="credit" style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; float: none; line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photograph by Raymond K. Gehman/National Geographic/Getty Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This newly elected world wonder was built along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/places/countries/country_china.html" style="color: rgb(4, 78, 142); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;'s northern border over many centuries to keep out invading Mongol tribes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Constructed between the fifth century B.C. and the 16th century, the Great Wall is the world's longest human-made structure, stretching some 4,000 miles (6,400 kilometers). The best known section was built around 200 B.C. by the first emperor of China, Qin Shi Huang Di.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1Qf4ZaeuI/AAAAAAAAAqI/C-hflr3yGO8/s1600/new-old-7-wonders-petra-jordan_18312_600x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1Qf4ZaeuI/AAAAAAAAAqI/C-hflr3yGO8/s320/new-old-7-wonders-petra-jordan_18312_600x450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543175225008093922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Petra, Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="credit" style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; float: none; line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photograph by Richard Nowitz/National Geographic/Getty Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Perched on the edge of the Arabian Desert, Petra was the capital of the Nabataean kingdom of King Aretas IV (9 B.C. to A.D. 40).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Petra is famous for its many stone structures such as a 138-foot-tall (42-meter-tall) temple carved with classical facades into rose-colored rock. The ancient city also included tunnels, water chambers, and an amphitheater, which held 4,000 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The desert site wasn't known to the West until Swiss explorer Johann Ludwig Burckhardt came across it in 1812.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/places/countries/country_jordan.html" style="color: rgb(4, 78, 142); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; has taken the New7Wonders competition seriously. Petra is an important attraction in a country where tourism has recently suffered due to troubles in the Middle East region, particularly in neighboring Iraq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Jordanian royal family backed a campaign promoting Petra's selection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1QfpBbANI/AAAAAAAAAqA/AZIaWlq00QU/s1600/new-old-7-wonders-taj-mahal-india_18314_600x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1QfpBbANI/AAAAAAAAAqA/AZIaWlq00QU/s320/new-old-7-wonders-taj-mahal-india_18314_600x450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543175220880933074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 2em; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Taj Mahal, India&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="credit" style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; float: none; line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photograph by Ernst Haas/Getty Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Taj Mahal, in Agra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/places/countries/country_india.html" style="color: rgb(4, 78, 142); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, is the spectacular mausoleum built by Muslim Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan to honor the memory of his beloved late wife, Mumtaz Mahal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Construction began in 1632 and took about 15 years to complete. The opulent, domed mausoleum, which stands in formal walled gardens, is generally regarded as finest example of Mughal art and architecture. It includes four minarets, each more than 13 stories tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Shah Jahan was deposed and put under house arrest by one of his sons soon after the Taj Mahal's completion. It's said that he spent the rest of his days gazing at the Taj Mahal from a window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1QG5nOrHI/AAAAAAAAAp4/rtMQ8cAZLYA/s1600/new-old-7-wonders-machu-picchu-peru_18310_600x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1QG5nOrHI/AAAAAAAAAp4/rtMQ8cAZLYA/s320/new-old-7-wonders-machu-picchu-peru_18310_600x450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543174795837746290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Machu Picchu, Peru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="credit" style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; float: none; line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photograph by Gavin Hellier/Photographers Choice/Getty Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One of three successful candidates from Latin America, Machu Picchu is a 15th-century mountain settlement in the Amazon region of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/places/countries/country_peru.html" style="color: rgb(4, 78, 142); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Peru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The ruined city is among the best known remnants of the Inca civilization, which flourished in the Andes region of western South America. The city is thought to have been abandoned following an outbreak of deadly smallpox, a disease introduced in the 1500s by invading Spanish forces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hundreds of people gathered at the remote, 7,970-foot-high (2,430-meter-high) site on Saturday to celebrate Machu Picchu's new "seven wonders" status.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1QGwdQHrI/AAAAAAAAApw/Mo5JntJ5Tuk/s1600/new-old-7-wonders-christ-redeemer-rio-janeiro-brazil_18303_600x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1QGwdQHrI/AAAAAAAAApw/Mo5JntJ5Tuk/s320/new-old-7-wonders-christ-redeemer-rio-janeiro-brazil_18303_600x450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543174793379978930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Christ the Redeemer Statue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="credit" style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; float: none; line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photograph by Samba Photo/Photonica/Getty Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The 105-foot-tall (38-meter-tall) "Christ the Redeemer" statue in Rio de Janeiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/places/countries/country_brazil.html" style="color: rgb(4, 78, 142); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Brazil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, was among the "new seven wonders of the world" announced July 7 following a global poll to decide a new list of human-made marvels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facts about the New7Wonders Competition.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.6 !important; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The New7Wonders competition was launched in 1999, and the voting process beginning in 2005. Nearly 200 nominations that came in from around the world were narrowed down to 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Unsuccessful finalists included the giant statues of Easter Island in the Pacific Ocean; the Kremlin in Moscow, Russia; and the Sydney Opera House in Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The winners were revealed at a soccer stadium in the Portuguese capital, Lisbon, where Machu Picchu reportedly got one of the biggest cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The other two Latin American selections were Christ the Redeemer in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil and Chichén Itzá, Mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All the information were taken from the website: http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2007/07/photogalleries/seven-wonders/#/new-old-7-wonders-great-pyramid-giza-egypt_18306_600x450.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All the information here are served as to share this knowledge with the general public. None of it is my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/4146751303424049369-3044976092381356562?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/3044976092381356562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-7-wonders-of-modern-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3044976092381356562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3044976092381356562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-7-wonders-of-modern-world.html' title='The New 7 Wonders of the Modern World'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1SEw-rMXI/AAAAAAAAAqo/DuAlm9EHjSA/s72-c/new-old-7-wonders-chichen-itza-mexico_18302_600x450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-6245410334365536032</id><published>2010-11-25T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T01:43:00.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>2010 NatGeo Photo Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1NxqCigzI/AAAAAAAAApo/ENZihA2Wjd4/s1600/capt.43db0aa79a09f478e3e1ce1dbb6851d7.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1NxqCigzI/AAAAAAAAApo/ENZihA2Wjd4/s320/capt.43db0aa79a09f478e3e1ce1dbb6851d7.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543172231856816946" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 15px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;p class="caption caption-show" id="photoCaption" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(48, 48, 48); display: inline; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;span class="caption-first"&gt;The Serra da Leba Road near Lubango (Huíla, Angola). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 15px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;p class="caption caption-show" id="photoCaption" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(48, 48, 48); display: inline; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;span class="caption-first"&gt;This is Serra da Leba, a landmark in Angola. A road built in the 70's, it's been in the country's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption-second"&gt; postcard images for decades, but all shots were taken by day. I wanted something different and tried a night shot. But it seemed impossible: pitch dark, foggy, altitude of 1,800m (5,000ft). I wanted no more than 60sec of exposure, max, to avoid digital noise. But a car takes a few minutes to climb or descend this section of the road. The fog was dense and blocking the view! Suddenly the fog cleared, a few cars went down, others went up, they met in the middle in under 60sec... Painting done! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 15px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;p class="caption caption-show" id="photoCaption" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(48, 48, 48); display: inline; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;span class="caption-second"&gt;(Photo courtesy of The 2010 National Geographic Photo Contest/Kostadin Luchansky)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;cite id="captionCite" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(110, 109, 109); font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;div id="purchase" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1NwaRVljI/AAAAAAAAApg/kakepHNyols/s1600/capt.bca23bb0d76121f0da9fdd08348458d5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1NwaRVljI/AAAAAAAAApg/kakepHNyols/s320/capt.bca23bb0d76121f0da9fdd08348458d5.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543172210444047922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p class="caption caption-show" id="photoCaption" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(48, 48, 48); display: inline; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;span class="caption-first"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lightning Strike NY Harbor&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p class="caption caption-show" id="photoCaption" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(48, 48, 48); display: inline; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;span class="caption-first"&gt;This shot was captured during a major electrical storm. There was little wind and no rain which allowed me to stay safely inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption-second"&gt;and shoot from an open window. This was the 82nd exposure out of 150 made that night. The camera was mounted on a tripod, exposures made with a cable release for 5 seconds at f10. Except for a some minor level adjustments and a square crop this was what came out of the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p class="caption caption-show" id="photoCaption" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(48, 48, 48); display: inline; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;span class="caption-second"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;cite id="captionCite" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(110, 109, 109); font-size: 10px; "&gt;(Photo courtesy of The 2010 National Geographic Photo Contest/Jay Fine)&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#6E6D6D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#6E6D6D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1Nv4MyTEI/AAAAAAAAApY/wCR9-3Go10Q/s1600/capt.41bc892de903e4d17ee8260d12c145ef.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1Nv4MyTEI/AAAAAAAAApY/wCR9-3Go10Q/s320/capt.41bc892de903e4d17ee8260d12c145ef.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543172201298152514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p class="caption" id="photoCaption" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(48, 48, 48); display: inline; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;span class="caption-first"&gt;A supercell thunderstorm rolls across the Montana prairie at sunset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption-second"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;cite id="captionCite" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(110, 109, 109); font-size: 10px; "&gt;(Photo courtesy of The 2010 National Geographic Photo Contest/Sean Heavey)&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#6E6D6D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#6E6D6D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These photographs are not mine. I got it from Nat Geo. It's just too beautiful to not be shared around. Well, I love photography, and a beautiful photo always makes my day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-6245410334365536032?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/6245410334365536032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/11/2010-natgeo-photo-contest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/6245410334365536032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/6245410334365536032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/11/2010-natgeo-photo-contest.html' title='2010 NatGeo Photo Contest'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TO1NxqCigzI/AAAAAAAAApo/ENZihA2Wjd4/s72-c/capt.43db0aa79a09f478e3e1ce1dbb6851d7.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-8906938200440808587</id><published>2010-11-25T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T01:23:45.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>O.m.G</title><content type='html'>OK. I'm not crazy, I did not imagine it, but this really happened.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in my bathroom, looking into the mirror. Was about to brush my teeth when I started thinking of hun. Wasn't much, but I just thought of him, and my tears started to pour down. I starred into the mirror, watching myself cry, when suddenly I heard some cluttering noise. Well, it was Caesar's bowl, so I didn't pay  much attention. Then, I heard my mum calling me. I was like, 'Why is she up? She is supposed to be asleep!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immediately I wiped off my tears and headed to the hall, calling out for my mum, just to find the hall empty. Ok. Now I got worried. I went upstairs, and my mum was sleeping. I woke her up, and asked if she called for me or did she come down, she no. She said I just woke her up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I was quite shaken. I mean, I did not imagine that as it was loud and clear and it was my name being called. Damn. Something is not right somewhere. I miss Akasia now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-8906938200440808587?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/8906938200440808587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/11/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/8906938200440808587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/8906938200440808587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/11/omg.html' title='O.m.G'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-2276919623061073015</id><published>2010-11-24T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T13:17:51.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTEC'/><title type='text'>A-Levels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TOybWidK2WI/AAAAAAAAApQ/6blZGF2uV3w/s1600/number2bnw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TOybWidK2WI/AAAAAAAAApQ/6blZGF2uV3w/s320/number2bnw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542976052894816610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. Guess what? Did you know? My A-Levels is for TWO YEARS!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOSH! PEOPLE! EITHER MEMORISE IT OR STOP ASKING! EVERY SIX MONTHS YOU MEET ME, THIS IS THE SAME LAME QUESTION YOU ASK. HELLO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I THINK, I'M GOING TO RECORD ALL MY INFORMATION ABOUT MY STUDIES;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'My A-levels is for 2 years. I'm doing Edexcel A-Levels. I am taking all the papers, AS+A2 one short at the end of my 2 years. I'm studying in INTEC UiTM. Yes, UiTM, you heard it right. I know it's only for bumiputeras but my campus is a special campus, comprising of nearly all students under scholarship, and is therefore open to students of all races. It's in Seksyen 17, Shah Alam. I stay in a student's hostel, which we call as College, and we study in INTEC. So, I live in Kolej Akasia and travel by bus to INTEC every morning. Bus is provided by INTEC and the journey takes about 8 minutes(20 minutes if you walk). What else?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AND PLAY IT EVERYTIME ANYBODY ASKS ABOUT MY STUDIES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look, even I don't like the fact that my A-Levels is stretched to 24 months, but it's a blessing in disguise. I have more time. For a lot of things. Even I do not like the fact that practically all my secondary classmates are in degree, except those in Form 6, but that's how it is for me. It feels weird that I have to repeat this everytime to everybody in every family gathering. I have no choice for this is the truth. So, either you people remember or STOP ASKING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-2276919623061073015?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/2276919623061073015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/11/levels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/2276919623061073015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/2276919623061073015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/11/levels.html' title='A-Levels'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TOybWidK2WI/AAAAAAAAApQ/6blZGF2uV3w/s72-c/number2bnw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-4580651811836928904</id><published>2010-11-20T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T23:35:16.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTEC'/><title type='text'>3rd Sem-An Overview</title><content type='html'>Well, I finished my third sem. Weird, but yeah, and I'm finally entering my final sem in Intec.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd sem started off well. Wait, I need to check my diary actually! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The term officially started in July-second week. The week before was MMS. I was suppose to join, but then ALMEC activities came up, and ALMEC always comes before anything else. It was a blessing in disguise. Immediately it was INPRO. I got myself involved this. ALM won, and we won big! The semester was pretty hectic, actually. A lot of activities were cramped in, and there was Hari Raya and puasa. I organised my very own 1Malaysia Short Film Competition, under ALMEC. It wasn't really a big event, but it went on fine. And the best, it was nominated as one of the best programmes in INTEC along something from KTJ and American Indulgence Week!!!! Couldn't be more proud of myself, and without the support from those who participated and ALMEC HICOM's help. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after that, puasa started. NOthing great happened, except for the fact I ate from the bazaar everyday. IELTS trials came by. Chemistry test 1 and 2. A scientific article test, which in the end turned out to be a disaster as it was cancelled after we answered the paper. Haha..t was past years and I don't know how, a majority of the students got the answers. Then there was Bio and Phy test 1, and then off to a 2 weeks break for Hari Raya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holidays were awesome. I spent my days with Hun, virtually, and did lots of dozens of IELTS practice and finished the whole season 6 of Grey's. Did some studying, didn't go out anywhere. Somewhere in between, my laptop got spoilt. All was my fault for using it during a thunderstorm. Both, my lappy and I got electric shock, and my lappy's motherboard went cookoo! I got my lappy back somewhere towards the end of the hols, and then decided to start on my issue report, which, Thank GOD, I finished 90% during my June holidays and also, thank God, my file didn't get lose went my lappy fell sick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as school reopened, ALMEC organised a Hari Raya Open House. It was fun. I wore a very beautiful kebaya, and half-way through dinner there was a total blackout! haha! I could just imagine Nas going all tensed trying to fix the situation. Report was due that week, and the weekend was IELTS. The following week was a disaster. Had the worst experience in my life, which I shall refrain from telling. Only a few selected friends know about it, and man, Hun really makes me experience LIFE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In came October. Pretty boring month with dozens of test. For some reason, I became interested in Toastmasters again. I was very angry initially, and I made sure the world knew about it, but then, it cooled away, and I was able to enjoy all my speeches again. Then, there was Majlis Anugerah Cemerlang at Hotel De Palma. Iw asn't nominated for anything, my programme was, but I was so expecting ALMEC to be nominated as the best club. I mean, it's ALMEC, we are ALMEC man! Sadly, we weren't. I was speechlessly crushed. Well, I was so happy Q-En won something! I mean, she really dedicated a lot of time to JPKCA. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, in came the end of sems exams. No comments on that. Glad we had the unofficial study leave, though I regret going back. Going home=no studying! The idiot box has this extremely strong gravitational force that attracts me and my bed, OMG, it's so in love with me that it hardly lets me go! Well, whaddaya say, I'm irresistible! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, it was an awesome sem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The college changed our flooring! The flooring me and my housemates did in the middle of the night. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started improving in physics as the new lecturer was just so awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My days in ALMEC ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sem ended with me going to Seremban and coming back to college at 12 am! omg. Well, it was a cool, yet scary experience. Never been out, alone that late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost my sim card, and got a new digi number, which I am still using till today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I  lost my IC-Hun's fault!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave a speech in my grandparents wedding anniversary dinner+aunty's birthday party. My uncle introduced me as the niece doing medicine and apparently my accent made everybody thinking I must be doing medicine in Australia. WOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life improved. I moved on. No more so sad over her passing. The everyday crying stopped. I miss her still, and do cry but not always. Things are better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life took a wild ride after meeting Hun. I broke a lot of rules to be with him. And I have no regrets on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-4580651811836928904?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/4580651811836928904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/11/3rd-sem-overview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4580651811836928904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4580651811836928904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/11/3rd-sem-overview.html' title='3rd Sem-An Overview'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-8532264362210803165</id><published>2010-11-19T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T02:23:28.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTEC'/><title type='text'>End of Sems EXAM</title><content type='html'>I HATE EXAMS.&lt;div&gt;Especially when the semster is too short and there's just way too much to study. Honestly, I gave up studying, for this exams only. I just concentrated on doing past years, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics was awesome. For some reason, I was told that there was no unit 1 or 2 being tested, at least only 30% and the rest will be unit 3. Imagine my shock when I saw the paper only consisted of unit 1 and 2 and no unit 3. I was cheated. Well, I also strongly believe that &lt;i&gt;a person who lied once will lie again. &lt;/i&gt;For our second paper, I was told that it was going to consist of unit 4, and it was being set by Mr.Sudad and our present lecturer is not going to screen the questions in case some are not A-Levels type. Honestly, I was too distraught to even care as I felt so disappointed for the first paper. I just resolve to past year. Blimey, when I opened the paper, it was all past years! Well, looks like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;a person who lied once will lie again &lt;/span&gt;is damn bloody true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biology was ok. I guess I'm  getting the hand of it already. I mean, there's just no time to think and write. You just have to write out everything and once the paper has been handed in, then we think if our answers were correct or not. Awesome ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Chemistry….well…Hi, nice to meet you. OMG, you are a traitor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That’s all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ll one thing most of the papers have in common is the way too many questions being cramped in such a little time leaving we, the normal ones not enough time to think for an answer. Maybe that’s how doctors should be, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-8532264362210803165?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/8532264362210803165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/11/end-of-sems-exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/8532264362210803165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/8532264362210803165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/11/end-of-sems-exam.html' title='End of Sems EXAM'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-9195256691462454113</id><published>2010-11-04T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:21:06.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so not happy.&lt;div&gt;I just wished things were better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wished things were normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, she was the only one with guts in the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't blame her, for I get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were times I thought of it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to breakaway and fly off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I would be happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, death is not so bad after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-9195256691462454113?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/9195256691462454113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-so-not-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/9195256691462454113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/9195256691462454113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-so-not-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-8122094684635955209</id><published>2010-10-25T19:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T17:34:45.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Ain't It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you want to thrash about me, and my life, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STOP READING NOW. GET OUT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If not, by all means, &lt;b&gt;WELCOME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A day with my Hun....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TMVrjgHSxxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/EkG94QzijRg/s320/IMG_3700.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531945974954641170" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well peepz! This is Hun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vicnesh Rao&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An awesome chap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cool friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A good dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A caring boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cricketeer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you Hun. Crazily. As always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-8122094684635955209?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/8122094684635955209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/10/beuatiful-aint-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/8122094684635955209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/8122094684635955209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/10/beuatiful-aint-it.html' title='Beautiful Ain&apos;t It?'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TMVrjgHSxxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/EkG94QzijRg/s72-c/IMG_3700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-3174335403622943358</id><published>2010-10-09T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T17:43:36.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Having a Mac</title><content type='html'>Having a Mac is like having a &lt;b&gt;child with special needs&lt;/b&gt;. Everywhere you go, whatever you do, you have to ensure it is Mac compatible. Anything you buy, the next question you need to ask after the price is, "&lt;i&gt;Is it mac compatible?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, it was troublesome for me. I was using a HP which was using Windows OS, and no questions like this were required to be asked. But then since MBP came into my life, I always had to ask. If I take softwares from friends, high chances, it is not compatible. But then, I'm learning to live with it. MBP requires special attention for a lot of things are mostly are complicated. You need to undergo a few steps to get something done, unlike in Windows only one step is required. Though complicated, I still love you MBP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, one thing I don't have to ask about now is '&lt;i&gt;Does the pendrive have virus?&lt;/i&gt;' for MBP is said to be virus tolerant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-3174335403622943358?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/3174335403622943358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/10/having-mac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3174335403622943358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3174335403622943358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/10/having-mac.html' title='Having a Mac'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-1034676560073661775</id><published>2010-10-09T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T14:05:13.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>And I Cry</title><content type='html'>Yup. That's what I do when I am sad. I cry. &lt;div&gt;When I miss someone so much I cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I feel stressed I cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you touch my heart I cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stop crying now coz I miss him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss him a lot. I miss Hun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I wish a lot of things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I just wish to be in his arms now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I want to please both parties, I end up getting hurt. When I please myself, both parties get hurt. Guess, it is better if only I get hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-1034676560073661775?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/1034676560073661775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-i-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/1034676560073661775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/1034676560073661775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-i-cry.html' title='And I Cry'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-290403071226208439</id><published>2010-10-09T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T02:02:40.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Can't You See?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are in trouble!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You swept me off my feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How did you do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe...everyday, I find a reason to be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you are stupid, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You like to shout at me when it's not even my fault!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you just know how to make it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm happy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glad we met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glad you made a move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You thief! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glad you said meet my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you. Crazyly. As always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-290403071226208439?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/290403071226208439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/10/cant-you-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/290403071226208439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/290403071226208439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/10/cant-you-see.html' title='Can&apos;t You See?'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-431296650744448087</id><published>2010-10-05T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:40:35.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTEC'/><title type='text'>The Dates Keep Changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First, it was on the 24&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. Then they postponed it to the 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. Then it was suppose to be on the 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. Again postponed to 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; and then brought forward to 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. Then it was scheduled on the 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;. Suddenly they changed to 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;. Now I heard it’s on the 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. Honestly, WTF?! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello! I have a diary, which has plans in it too. My dates are packed. If one event changes, my whole plan changes. And then comes a group of people who don’t believe all these. Come on la. I wish I was making these all up, but I’m not. It’s the truth. And I’m not sure when my finals will be coz the dates keep changing. Everything is pretty blur this semester. It’s hectic. It’s pack. It’s just so hard to be broken, the code I mean. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-431296650744448087?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/431296650744448087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/10/dates-keep-changing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/431296650744448087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/431296650744448087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/10/dates-keep-changing.html' title='The Dates Keep Changing'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-727661921406334132</id><published>2010-10-05T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:37:54.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Guess what? I’m done trusting people.</title><content type='html'>Honestly, what’s wrong with everybody? Every time, there are two sides to a story. EVRYTIME! I mean, give me a break la. A says one story, B says another, then C says another. And all claim to tell the truth. Looks like losing one wasn’t enough to actually teach everyone a lesson. Who am I to believe? Honestly, I don’t feel like believing anyone anymore. You can come, tell me all that you need, I will shake my head, seeming to trust you, but guess what? I’m done. So done. It won’t be long, till I leave. And I can’t wait actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a reason I cut all contacts, but then due to recent events I thought I should reconnect, but then, there’s always something to prove that I should just cut things off. Yes, everybody tells the truth. Everybody’s an angel from heaven. I forgot I am the only one from hell with two horns. But guess what? The devil actually makes one live his dreams. SO yeah, I’m a devil. At least I wont be afraid of what people have to say about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. Honestly, I hate it. I know its mine, I should be grateful for it, but I can’t live it anymore. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of all the continuous lies. Sick of having to listen to it all the time. Sick of having to endure it alone. Sick of people thinking I’m a strong girl and I can go through it without being affected in any other way. I’m just sick of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I learnt from this is, I’m in a masquerade, my own masquerade. I wear this mask-a smiling face, strong, brave, independent girl. I live like a dream. I live as though I am in a fairytale. But only I know the person behind that mask. And this is a never-ending masquerade. I hate it. I don’t wana be part of it. Wish I could just breakaway and fly, which I know I will. One day, I will. And I won’t look back. I know it sounds mean. But that’s what I will do. I won’t look back. I wont give a damn anymore. And at that time, I wont trust anybody anymore. Coz I’m done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-727661921406334132?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/727661921406334132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/10/guess-what-im-done-trusting-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/727661921406334132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/727661921406334132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/10/guess-what-im-done-trusting-people.html' title='Guess what? I’m done trusting people.'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-1149019676869222333</id><published>2010-10-05T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T16:35:05.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Ain't That Red!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TKriRt6Q5xI/AAAAAAAAAow/wTSXDMGuHbU/s1600/IMG_3316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TKriRt6Q5xI/AAAAAAAAAow/wTSXDMGuHbU/s320/IMG_3316.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524476686932961042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...ok...so this is how my hair looks now!!! Well, it was pretty bright red during the first week after I dyed, but now, it looks fine. Just like how I wanted it to be!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A happy not-so-red-haired Lay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-1149019676869222333?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/1149019676869222333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/10/aint-that-redshowmy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/1149019676869222333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/1149019676869222333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/10/aint-that-redshowmy.html' title='Ain&apos;t That Red!!!'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TKriRt6Q5xI/AAAAAAAAAow/wTSXDMGuHbU/s72-c/IMG_3316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-1605558749760951739</id><published>2010-10-04T14:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T16:21:49.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Now I Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Honestly, I never understood the real reason on how she could leave us all just because he left her. All this changed the day I met Hun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hun...how do I describe him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He is short, stout and fair. Total opposite of the tall, dark and handsome criteria I was looking for. Actually he is good looking, but only if he wears his glasses. He is like a replica of me. Noisy, vain, centre of attention, a joker, cool, hot-headed, and smart. (A small difference being that I'm a lil bit better than him in all of that!) He completes me. I feel like I can be my true self with him. No words held back. No actions stopped. No thoughts hidden. It is the same for him, at least that is what he says. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We feel so comfortable to even cry in front of each other, and for me, I don't have to even care if I looked horrible after that ( trust me, I do espeacially after I cry). He still hugs me and I love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We don't really know how we got together-no official date for an anniversary and he never asked me to be his girlfriend. He only said &lt;i&gt;marry me&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Is he the man of my dreams? I don't know. Only dreamt of him twice. But if I don't hear from him one whole day, I get worried. I cry out of happiness when I learn he is one step closer to achieve his dreams. I love the way he laughs when he is happy. I love the way he looks at me eating my food hungrily. I just love him, and I can't see him as my boyfriend. It feels like something more, don't ask, for I don't know. All I know is, I would be lost without him, and if he leaves, I would be a living zombie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hun, I love you. Crazyly. As always.&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/4146751303424049369-1605558749760951739?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/1605558749760951739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/10/now-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/1605558749760951739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/1605558749760951739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/10/now-i-know.html' title='Now I Know'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-4656142953232252742</id><published>2010-09-25T21:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:41:15.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTEC'/><title type='text'>IELTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TOfbMVDo06I/AAAAAAAAApI/Aw1N5mxOKoY/s1600/ielts11-150x150.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TOfbMVDo06I/AAAAAAAAApI/Aw1N5mxOKoY/s320/ielts11-150x150.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541638871360000930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" mso-bidi-;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well, in short,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" mso-bidi-;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;IELTS is the International English Language Test System whereby students intending to go to Europe or Australia for tertiary education have to sit and prove we are able to read, write, listen and speak in English. Irony is always those who barely and hardly ever use English score higher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" mso-bidi-;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyway, there are four main components. Mainly, Reading, Writing, Speaking and Listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" mso-bidi-;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" mso-bidi-;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In &lt;b&gt;Reading&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" mso-bidi-;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Basically you will be given three passages. If it’s a killer question you will have four passages, each consisting of 10 questions. It’s basic comprehension. Most people practice the ‘See and Scan’ method. Well, it is basically just scanning the text for the answer by reading the questions prior to reading the text. I didn’t follow that. I read the whole text, fell asleep, read again and then proceeded to answer. Well, either way, you will have plenty of time in the end,, so what he heck? Just read the passages. They are all interesting anyway, and always a source of good, viable information. At least, I learnt from one of the passages that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" mso-bidi-;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;‘A slight pain causes itchiness and a slight pressure causes a tickle!’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" mso-bidi-;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You only get stuck at the True or False or Not Given part. Differentiating True and False is like differentiating a girl and a guy in a class, although nowadays some may have difficulties in that due to ever-changing sexualities. But, differentiating between False and Not Given, my my. I hate it. I never got that. All I assumed after tones of practice was that if you think you can find it in the passage, and it doesn’t contradict a given statement, then its NOT GIVEN. If you can’t find it, but it does contradict a given statement, then its FALSE. Well, my assumption could have been correct as I obtained band 9 for this section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" mso-bidi-;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" mso-bidi-;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Next will be &lt;b&gt;Listening&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" mso-bidi-;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;First you need to get a hand of their accents. British and Australian accents are fine, but an Indian accent, OMG. Sometimes, you just have no idea what are they saying. And you need to take care of the capitalization of your answers. Sometimes, you need to star with a capital letter, sometimes no. How to determine when, NO IDEA. Best clue, follow the example. If no examples, trust your gut feeling. If it’s the start of a sentence, Capital, if its in the middle of a sentence, c’mon, you should know, if not rewind back to basic grammar lessons. It wasn't that difficult when compared to my daily exercise in class. The ones we did in class were beyond anything, for they were talking in speeds equal to that of the light. The real one was cool. I scored 8.5. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Writing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I hated this. It's not that I can't write, I can, if not there wouldn't be a blog. But, it was just damn bloody confusing. Especially when the question says, 'To what extent do you agree'. I was under the impression, if that kind of question comes out, make it into an argumentative essay, choose a stand, dun stand on the fence. But then, as time went by, a lot of rumours came in, saying this and that, and finally I was just too confused. I remember, on the day of the test, I was telling Naggy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'I really hope a discussive essay comes out, just like this (showing our book), regarding televisions...it would be easy. Just list down all, discuss and end it'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Haha...guess what??? That was the question! OMG! I was like WTF??? Wow, God really heard me! Haha...At least I was glad it wasn't a typical argumentative. I love argumentative essays, you get to voice out your opinions in a better way with more conviction, but then, I was too confused to pray for that question. Anyway, I got a pathetic band 7. I was expecting 8 for what I wrote, but maybe, I wasn't up to par with what the IELTS standard. Well, I'm just grateful for I always got band 5.5 or 6 in school. (pathetic right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Finally, &lt;b&gt;Speaking&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My favourite! As I love to speak, and mind you I am in Toastmasters! Well, I have been speaking in English from the very beginning of me learning how to speak. We never spoke in Tamil at home, it was always English and even my grandparents spoke in English! The whole family to be precise...there was a time my cousins and I will only converse in English. The whole speaking test lasts about 15 minutes. A one to one test, the examiner questions you while recording the whole conversation. I don't really remember my topic, but I think it was something to do with advertisements. Sorry, I can't really remember, especially my part 3. It went ok, not so well. I, well, I expected a higher band, but hey, I got only a 7.5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-4656142953232252742?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/4656142953232252742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/09/ielts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4656142953232252742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4656142953232252742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/09/ielts.html' title='IELTS'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TOfbMVDo06I/AAAAAAAAApI/Aw1N5mxOKoY/s72-c/ielts11-150x150.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-6311992256258198187</id><published>2010-09-21T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T16:25:21.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Crap, maybe just STOP Crapping</title><content type='html'>I feel weird whenever I ask someone out and the reply is '&lt;i&gt;I have no time&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't met many of my school friends for the past year, and everytime I ask them out, that's the reply I get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In college, everytime there is a function, students don't attend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason: &lt;b&gt;No time or need to study&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another reason: &lt;b&gt;It's time to study not attend social events.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And falling in love is bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason: &lt;b&gt;It's not the time yet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing something crazy like going for your dreams is bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason: &lt;b&gt;Now is not the time yet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, what the fuck are you crapping? Everybody seems to have no time for everything. But then, they seem to always have time to regret when things are too late. &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/4146751303424049369-6311992256258198187?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/6311992256258198187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-crap-maybe-just-stop-crapping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/6311992256258198187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/6311992256258198187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-crap-maybe-just-stop-crapping.html' title='Don&apos;t Crap, maybe just STOP Crapping'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-6455474507385150465</id><published>2010-09-17T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T01:32:31.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Red.Hot.Sexy</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm a red head now. Dyed my hair, mahogany-rich mahogany.&lt;div&gt;Man, I look weird. I like it, but I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, no pics yet. I'm still getting used to the idea of being a red head. Actually it is not so red. Only at certain angles. Haha. I always wanted it, btw so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-6455474507385150465?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/6455474507385150465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/09/redhotsexy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/6455474507385150465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/6455474507385150465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/09/redhotsexy.html' title='Red.Hot.Sexy'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-4891416241514762822</id><published>2010-09-02T18:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T01:27:45.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>I Am A Mother of Two-Verbally speaking</title><content type='html'>Don't be so shocked, I am!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Child 1: MacBook Pro, 13 inch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Child 2: Canon EOS 500D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love them with my life, and I cry if they are hurt. Lame, but yeah. I'll go all way out just to see them ok. Stupid? Yeah..cause they are my children.&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/4146751303424049369-4891416241514762822?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/4891416241514762822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-mother-of-two-verbally-speaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4891416241514762822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4891416241514762822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-mother-of-two-verbally-speaking.html' title='I Am A Mother of Two-Verbally speaking'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-3858566097571997374</id><published>2010-08-31T13:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:16:00.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyanyikan Lagu Mu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Biarpun di mana jua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hatiku akan tetap setia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Biarpun tiada yang rela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jiwaku akan tetap sedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mentari harapan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Membawakan kita sinaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Satu kedamaian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Satu kebenaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Satunya impianku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kan ku dirikan namamu&lt;br /&gt;Kitalah satu bangsa&lt;br /&gt;Kan ku nyanyikan lagumu&lt;br /&gt;Kan ku dirikan namamu&lt;br /&gt;Inilah satu bangsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Satu Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Disinilah janji kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hatiku akan tetap setia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kini dan selamanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jiwaku akan tetap sedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mentari harapan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Membawakan kita sinaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Satu kedamaian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Satu kebenaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Satunya impianku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kan ku nyanyikan lagumu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kan ku dirikan namamu&lt;br /&gt;Kitalah satu bangsa&lt;br /&gt;Kan ku nyanyikan lagumu&lt;br /&gt;Kan ku dirikan namamu&lt;br /&gt;Inilah satu bangsa&lt;br /&gt;Satu Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiada yang akan memadamkan jiwa ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiada yang akan mematahkan semangat yang membara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kan ku nyanyikan lagumu&lt;br /&gt;Kan ku dirikan namamu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kitalah satu bangsa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kan ku nyanyikan lagumu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kan ku dirikan namamu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Inilah satu bangsa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Satu Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song by Maya Karin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics by Ng Ching Ching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Composed by Ng Ching Ching &amp;amp; Wong Seng Jinn&lt;/strong&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/4146751303424049369-3858566097571997374?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/3858566097571997374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/08/nyanyikan-lagu-mu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3858566097571997374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3858566097571997374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/08/nyanyikan-lagu-mu.html' title='Nyanyikan Lagu Mu'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-8155211395145140560</id><published>2010-08-22T11:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:22:38.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTEC'/><title type='text'>The Library Talk and Online Journals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Last Tuesday, my class had to attend a library talk. Well, we complained. It seemed pretty boring and lame, and to add to the fact that we were have a biology scientific article test right after the talk, we were pretty much not just that into it. All of us were planning to actually not concentrate on what was it about and just continue spamming our brains with possible test questions. At least, that was my plan. However, things turned out the other way around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The talk was awesome. I didn't know our library was actually that advanced, technologically speaking. Our INTEC library has been subscribing to various online journals, around 56 of them to be precise and has spent millions of Ringgit every year for it. My goodness, and I just got to know about it. Well, most of it are science journals, but then it kinds of covers all sciences, not only medical or biology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Its awesome. Honestly, I've never loved information this much till I had access to this. The amount of information that one can obtain simply by sitting in front of their MacBook Pro is countless. Now I know why they say Information is Wealth. Some of these journals have animations, showing you exactly how the cell works inside the body-how does blood clotting take place-I know we know the theory but then watching this animation really can help in understanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Now I wonder, why did INTEC took a year to tell us about this?! And my juniors got to know even before I did. Well, no comments. Heard something like they thought we knew or something. Lame, but well, now we know. That's all matters. And now, for my present report, Wikipedia seems no more interesting but Springfield and ScienceDirect seems to be attracting me more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ahh well, technology! What will I do without you. You seem to be completing me nowadays. I have so many boyfriends thanks to you-MacBook Pro, Canon EOS 500D, YM, Online journals-all in all-EDUCATION. NOW,&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I LOVE STUDYING! &amp;amp; THANK YOU INTEC!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;UR AWESOME&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(squared)(or to the power of infinity&lt;/span&gt;)!!!&lt;/blockquote&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/4146751303424049369-8155211395145140560?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/8155211395145140560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/08/library-talk-and-online-journals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/8155211395145140560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/8155211395145140560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/08/library-talk-and-online-journals.html' title='The Library Talk and Online Journals'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-6645080299999826773</id><published>2010-08-19T18:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:58:49.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTEC'/><title type='text'>Its flying-fast and furious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I like the fact that time flies! It was just like yesterday I entered my senior year in INTEC, but now half the semester has passed. Topic tests are around the corner and there is always something on every week. My planner for the month of August resembles the planner of the month of April during my senior year in secondary school-packed and hectic, only then it was filled with competitions instead of never ending-gruesome tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anyway, lets see what I have in store for the coming half of my 3rd semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Next week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoTableGrid" border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"  style="text-align: center;border-collapse: collapse; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td width="112" valign="top"  style="width:111.75pt;border:solid black;mso-border-themecolor:   text1;border:1.0pt;border-top:none;mso-border-top-alt:solid black;mso-border-top-themecolor:   text1;mso-border-top-alt:.5pt;mso-border-alt:solid black;mso-border-thememso-border-alt:.5pt;padding:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4ptcolor:text1;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td width="156" valign="top"  style="width:155.9pt;border-top:none;border-left:   none;border-bottom:solid black;mso-border-bottom-themecolor:text1;border-bottom:   1.0pt;border-right:solid black;mso-border-right-themecolor:text1;border-right:   1.0pt;mso-border-top-alt:solid black;mso-border-top-themecolor:text1;   mso-border-top-alt:.5pt;mso-border-left-alt:solid black;mso-border-left-themecolor:   text1;mso-border-left-alt:.5pt;mso-border-alt:solid black;mso-border-thememso-border-alt:.5pt;padding:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4ptcolor:text1;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ethics Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td width="112" valign="top"  style="width:111.75pt;border:solid black;mso-border-themecolor:   text1;border:1.0pt;border-top:none;mso-border-top-alt:solid black;mso-border-top-themecolor:   text1;mso-border-top-alt:.5pt;mso-border-alt:solid black;mso-border-thememso-border-alt:.5pt;padding:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4ptcolor:text1;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td width="156" valign="top"  style="width:155.9pt;border-top:none;border-left:   none;border-bottom:solid black;mso-border-bottom-themecolor:text1;border-bottom:   1.0pt;border-right:solid black;mso-border-right-themecolor:text1;border-right:   1.0pt;mso-border-top-alt:solid black;mso-border-top-themecolor:text1;   mso-border-top-alt:.5pt;mso-border-left-alt:solid black;mso-border-left-themecolor:   text1;mso-border-left-alt:.5pt;mso-border-alt:solid black;mso-border-thememso-border-alt:.5pt;padding:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4ptcolor:text1;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;IELTS Trials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Week After Next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoTableGrid" border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="border-collapse:collapse;border:none;mso-border-alt:solid black;  mso-border-themecolor:text1;mso-border-alt:.5pt;mso-yfti-tbllook:191;  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;mso-border-insideh:.5pt solid black;  mso-border-insideh-themecolor:text1;mso-border-insidev:.5pt solid black;  mso-border-insidev-themecolor:text1"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow:0;mso-yfti-firstrow:yes"&gt;   &lt;td width="126" valign="top" style="width:125.9pt;border:solid black;mso-border-themecolor:   text1;border:1.0pt;mso-border-alt:solid black;mso-border-themecolor:text1;   mso-border-alt:.5pt;padding:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Monday&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td width="213" valign="top" style="width:212.65pt;border:solid black;mso-border-themecolor:   text1;border:1.0pt;border-left:none;mso-border-left-alt:solid black;   mso-border-left-themecolor:text1;mso-border-left-alt:.5pt;mso-border-alt:   solid black;mso-border-themecolor:text1;mso-border-alt:.5pt;padding:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Biology   Topic Test 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td width="126" valign="top" style="width:125.9pt;border:solid black;mso-border-themecolor:   text1;border:1.0pt;border-top:none;mso-border-top-alt:solid black;mso-border-top-themecolor:   text1;mso-border-top-alt:.5pt;mso-border-alt:solid black;mso-border-themecolor:   text1;mso-border-alt:.5pt;padding:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Thursday&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td width="213" valign="top" style="width:212.65pt;border-top:none;border-left:   none;border-bottom:solid black;mso-border-bottom-themecolor:text1;border-bottom:   1.0pt;border-right:solid black;mso-border-right-themecolor:text1;border-right:   1.0pt;mso-border-top-alt:solid black;mso-border-top-themecolor:text1;   mso-border-top-alt:.5pt;mso-border-left-alt:solid black;mso-border-left-themecolor:   text1;mso-border-left-alt:.5pt;mso-border-alt:solid black;mso-border-themecolor:   text1;mso-border-alt:.5pt;padding:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Physics   Topic Test 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td width="126" valign="top" style="width:125.9pt;border:solid black;mso-border-themecolor:   text1;border:1.0pt;border-top:none;mso-border-top-alt:solid black;mso-border-top-themecolor:   text1;mso-border-top-alt:.5pt;mso-border-alt:solid black;mso-border-themecolor:   text1;mso-border-alt:.5pt;padding:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Friday&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td width="213" valign="top" style="width:212.65pt;border-top:none;border-left:   none;border-bottom:solid black;mso-border-bottom-themecolor:text1;border-bottom:   1.0pt;border-right:solid black;mso-border-right-themecolor:text1;border-right:   1.0pt;mso-border-top-alt:solid black;mso-border-top-themecolor:text1;   mso-border-top-alt:.5pt;mso-border-left-alt:solid black;mso-border-left-themecolor:   text1;mso-border-left-alt:.5pt;mso-border-alt:solid black;mso-border-themecolor:   text1;mso-border-alt:.5pt;padding:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Chemistry   Topic Test 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And then comes Raya! OMG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I've never longed for holidays like how I am now!!!!! The 2 weeks break for raya is going to be like heaven! But then, a lot of catching up to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here's the to-do-list.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;table class="MsoTableGrid" border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"  style="text-align: left;margin-left: 133pt; border-collapse: collapse; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color:text1;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="80" valign="top"  style="width:79.9pt;border:solid black;mso-border-themecolor:   text1;border:1.0pt;mso-border-alt:solid black;mso-border-theme   mso-border-alt:.5pt;padding:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4ptcolor:text1;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;✗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="213" valign="top"  style="width:212.9pt;border:solid black;mso-border-themecolor:   text1;border:1.0pt;border-left:none;mso-border-left-alt:solid black;   mso-border-left-themecolor:text1;mso-border-left-alt:.5pt;mso-border-alt:   solid black;mso-border-thememso-border-alt:.5pt;padding:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4ptcolor:text1;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Watching TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="80" valign="top"  style="width:79.9pt;border:solid black;mso-border-themecolor:   text1;border:1.0pt;border-top:none;mso-border-top-alt:solid black;mso-border-top-themecolor:   text1;mso-border-top-alt:.5pt;mso-border-alt:solid black;mso-border-thememso-border-alt:.5pt;padding:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4ptcolor:text1;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;✗ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="213" valign="top"  style="width:212.9pt;border-top:none;border-left:   none;border-bottom:solid black;mso-border-bottom-themecolor:text1;border-bottom:   1.0pt;border-right:solid black;mso-border-right-themecolor:text1;border-right:   1.0pt;mso-border-top-alt:solid black;mso-border-top-themecolor:text1;   mso-border-top-alt:.5pt;mso-border-left-alt:solid black;mso-border-left-themecolor:   text1;mso-border-left-alt:.5pt;mso-border-alt:solid black;mso-border-thememso-border-alt:.5pt;padding:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4ptcolor:text1;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Procrastination &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="80" valign="top"  style="width:79.9pt;border:solid black;mso-border-themecolor:   text1;border:1.0pt;border-top:none;mso-border-top-alt:solid black;mso-border-top-themecolor:   text1;mso-border-top-alt:.5pt;mso-border-alt:solid black;mso-border-thememso-border-alt:.5pt;padding:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4ptcolor:text1;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;✓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="213" valign="top"  style="width:212.9pt;border-top:none;border-left:   none;border-bottom:solid black;mso-border-bottom-themecolor:text1;border-bottom:   1.0pt;border-right:solid black;mso-border-right-themecolor:text1;border-right:   1.0pt;mso-border-top-alt:solid black;mso-border-top-themecolor:text1;   mso-border-top-alt:.5pt;mso-border-left-alt:solid black;mso-border-left-themecolor:   text1;mso-border-left-alt:.5pt;mso-border-alt:solid black;mso-border-thememso-border-alt:.5pt;padding:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4ptcolor:text1;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Catching up in studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="80" valign="top"  style="width:79.9pt;border:solid black;mso-border-themecolor:   text1;border:1.0pt;border-top:none;mso-border-top-alt:solid black;mso-border-top-themecolor:   text1;mso-border-top-alt:.5pt;mso-border-alt:solid black;mso-border-thememso-border-alt:.5pt;padding:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4ptcolor:text1;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;✓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="213" valign="top"  style="width:212.9pt;border-top:none;border-left:   none;border-bottom:solid black;mso-border-bottom-themecolor:text1;border-bottom:   1.0pt;border-right:solid black;mso-border-right-themecolor:text1;border-right:   1.0pt;mso-border-top-alt:solid black;mso-border-top-themecolor:text1;   mso-border-top-alt:.5pt;mso-border-left-alt:solid black;mso-border-left-themecolor:   text1;mso-border-left-alt:.5pt;mso-border-alt:solid black;mso-border-thememso-border-alt:.5pt;padding:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4ptcolor:text1;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Completing Issue Report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="80" valign="top"  style="width:79.9pt;border:solid black;mso-border-themecolor:   text1;border:1.0pt;border-top:none;mso-border-top-alt:solid black;mso-border-top-themecolor:   text1;mso-border-top-alt:.5pt;mso-border-alt:solid black;mso-border-thememso-border-alt:.5pt;padding:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4ptcolor:text1;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;✓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="213" valign="top"  style="width:212.9pt;border-top:none;border-left:   none;border-bottom:solid black;mso-border-bottom-themecolor:text1;border-bottom:   1.0pt;border-right:solid black;mso-border-right-themecolor:text1;border-right:   1.0pt;mso-border-top-alt:solid black;mso-border-top-themecolor:text1;   mso-border-top-alt:.5pt;mso-border-left-alt:solid black;mso-border-left-themecolor:   text1;mso-border-left-alt:.5pt;mso-border-alt:solid black;mso-border-thememso-border-alt:.5pt;padding:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4ptcolor:text1;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Finding a Topic for Unit 6 Report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;May I follow the list I made. It's a promise, though I personally believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;promises are made to be broken&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Then again, I need to get into RCSI. So, a toast to securing a seat In RCSI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~AMEN~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-6645080299999826773?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/6645080299999826773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-flying-fast-and-furious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Boundaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Everyday, a new boundary is broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;New memories are made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;New things are learnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm learning slowly, to share your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;to share your desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;to share your passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I hope you will do the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I like our status on Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Thank you my love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-5950403845544039777?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/5950403845544039777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/08/boundaries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/5950403845544039777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/5950403845544039777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/08/boundaries.html' title='Boundaries'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-2198974371321494004</id><published>2010-08-14T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T15:51:43.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Can things get sweeter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'baby&lt;br /&gt;i need u in my arms.........hugging u tight....real tight......resting ur head on me chest....touching ur cheek and moving ur hair...playing with ur fingers...looking into ur eyes kissing ur forehead and realizing .......... u've made me the happiest man in carjunk......so far =P....selamat menyambut bulan ramadh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;an....n babe...... i love u'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'maaa.....ur the most amazing girl i've eva met....serious.........i love u alot'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh...Hun, these made me speechless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, the both of us are on a race to see who can make each other speechless more, I guess. Hehe. the morning messages..the long dates..it's all awesome. Sweet. Beautiful. Man, no words can best describe all this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-2198974371321494004?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/2198974371321494004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/08/can-things-get-sweeter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/2198974371321494004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/2198974371321494004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/08/can-things-get-sweeter.html' title='Can things get sweeter?'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-4345041533372670116</id><published>2010-08-13T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T23:20:20.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I'm damn bloody tired. Honestly, I am. I sleep at 2 daily. Wake up by 6.45am daily. Damn. And I think I'm stressed. I feel so tensed up. Tension is just building up. Man, I need to vent this out, but then, how??? OMG! And I cried in class. Again.&lt;div&gt;During chemistry, I just started shouting, and cried. Damn. I'm tired. I am yearning for raya break now, though I am against long holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-4345041533372670116?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/4345041533372670116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/08/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4345041533372670116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4345041533372670116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/08/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-1744044991297175166</id><published>2010-08-10T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T02:29:43.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTEC'/><title type='text'>ACTION SHORT FILM COMPETITION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY DREAM BECAME A REALITY ON 9TH AUGUST 2010&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh my god! I seriously have no words to describe how happy I feel. And how glad I am. And how thankful I am. Well, before I start giving a speech, lets go through the events that unfold throughout the competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The idea was actually Nas'. I had Cultural Week in mind, but it didn't happen. So, this idea seemed cool. A short movie competition. Hmmm. I love movies I thought. And so, I decided, we should carry this out. Now, we needed a purpose. Well, merdeka was on its way, so yeah. A 1 Malaysia themed short movie. When I was planning all this in my head, I thought to myself, 'Man, this seems to good to be true!' But, I chose to believe in magic, and went ahead with the idea. Told a few close friends about it, and they were supportive. Well, I had the paper work done over the holidays. Nas and Melissa were real dears to help me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once the paperwork was done, it was all about getting participants and support. That was damn bloody difficult. People just weren't interested and those who were, were just too busy. Tests were always around the corner. I lobbied hard. Until the point I felt like my skin was four inches thick, thicker than my heels. I tried my best. Juniors were made compulsory to join.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the day approached I grew more scared. I didn't know for sure how many wanted to join. When I saw that my class had made a movie, I cried. I sobbed like crazy. I never knew I was capable of reacting like that, but I did. Overwhelmed I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, we received 12 entries. 2 from ACTP, 1 from ALM senior and the rest 9 from juniors. Juniors were awesome. They came up with various ideas on how to relate the theme to the movie. I know, it ain't easy, and I appreciate every bit of their effort. Awesome. There was a ghost movie,  which made me leave Nages to watch it all alone. I hate horror. And they basically had wonderful story lines. Some were so damn bloody funny, that your stomach hurt. OMG. Awesome. The seniors were all in a lovey dovey mood. All three senior entries were about love, between a Malay and a Chinese. ACTP's movies were nice. Awesome actually. They just got it right. Editting was good. Dialogues amazing. One even talked about how we different races could be analogues to stars. It was Akira's movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'There are so many starts in the galaxy but when we look from Earth, they all look the same. We can't say from here that the far right is a Nebula while the one on the left in a white dwarf. All we know is theyare all stars. SO are we. It doesn't matter if we were Chinese, Indian or Malay or Kadazan or whatever. All it mattered was we are all Malaysians and that's how we will be called.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, at least that's what I remember how it sounded. Beautiful isn't&lt;br /&gt;it?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You and Me by ALM was mind blowing. The movie had me crying. The touch of music was awesome. I loved the song Kan Ku Nyanyikan Lagumu by Maya Karin. Was really touching and really matched the scenes. All in all, the whole programme was a success. I am grateful to everybody who stood by me and supported me. ALMEC especially was amazing. And my fellow friends from various programmes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do know certain 'friends' supported by not coming. Ah well, your big day will come people, and that's when you will learn your lesson. Sorry but I believe in Karma, and just because I couldn't offer briyani for dinner or had up to date gadgets for you to shoot your movies doesn't mean you should turn your back to your friend. I learnt who my true friends are through this. Looks like people are more self-centred and never practise what they preach. Whatever-talk to the hand! I couldn't be more bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The rest, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU, FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: sorry no pics. some personal probs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-1744044991297175166?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/1744044991297175166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/08/action-short-film-competition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/1744044991297175166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/1744044991297175166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/08/action-short-film-competition.html' title='ACTION SHORT FILM COMPETITION'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-1983930192411544984</id><published>2010-08-08T17:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:32:10.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTEC'/><title type='text'>INPRO 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INTEC Inter Programme Sports Carnival 2010!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Location : &lt;strong&gt;INTEC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Date: &lt;strong&gt;24/7-31/7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, every year, INTEC has this sports carnival going on. I didn't join on my first year here. Well, i was never a sports person. But something about my second year made me give a try in not just one game, but two!!! Can u imagine that, Lay, the Lay who was once regarded as to small for any sports but sprinting and long distance was actually in some sport? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I joined volleyball and frisbee. Volleyball was cause three of my classmates were in, and so i thought, 'OK, lets give it a try. Even if I suck it would only be in front of them'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They turned out to be angels. They guided me well. Taught me how to serve, dig, and many more. Towards the end we practised football more to volleyball. I didn't get my serving right, and my digging wasn't any awesome. I loved punching the ball. And the best days were if I had a fight with Huny or Nages, my punches are really powerful, that the ball goes so damn bloody awesome. We did pretty well in the end. Second place, behind our ALM juniors who won. Awesome still. Had a couple of injuries, oh yeah, i nearly broke my nose, and I swear, it is still crooked till today! At least it was on the day I had taken my IELTS picture. Hideous pictures ever. Worst than the one I had to take for my VISA applications when I was 11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Second game was Frisbee. Didn't train much for that. Had QN giving me and Nages crash course just a day before the match. And, I understood and played well. We had a week till the finals, oh yeah we were in the finals again, and that was when I trained like crazy. I went down to the field like daily. Ran like crazy, and then my knee started to hurt. We won finally. And I was lucky to play the finals, although I was only a reserve. Anyway, it was muddy and we literally played in a pool of mud. It was fun, we went back muddy, wet and with a bag! Winners get bags. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Overall, ALS-A-Level seniors were awesome. By the way, the segregation was rather different this year. Usually it would be ALM, ALG, ALUK, ADFP/ACTP, MEP, AUSMAT and the rest, but this time it was A-Levels Seniors, A-Level Juniors, and the rest. The whole of A-levels, regardless of ALG or ALM or ALUK joined forces. Cool right? Anyway, we were awesome. We won Chess, Frisbee(W&amp;amp;M), Futsal(M), and second placing for Volleyball(W), Basketball(M), Netball, Ping Pong, Badminton and that's all I guess. I know we didn't win Bowling. Ausmat had that. But then, we were the Champs for overall. Best night man! Knowing we won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The closing ceremony was held at Stadium Panasonic, in Shah Alam. There were parades and dances of mascots. ATU team came with Lady Gaga. Awesome. ALM was in their best Africa style-Waka Waka! Germans were cool. Middle East were mysterious. Ausmat was in love with ghosts. Russian was into robotics. Cant remember what Korean and KTJ did, but all was fun. I sort of became a photographer that night. Was actually walking around with my hand phone for some amazing shots when Ming Keat gave me Kai Ming's camera to shoot away. OMG. Boy was I on cloud 9 or what, well at least till the battery dies. Had my face painted with some face paint by Five. It was an awesome night. Went nuts screaming and cheering. And I was just too hyper to be on the stands that I had to join the rest of the contingent on the field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It finally came to between us and AUSMAT- was a tie, yet we were lucky and we won!!! Not nerds only afterall! Well, I'm glad I was part of it. And glad I didn't miss this. It was mind-blowingly awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s: Sorry no pics available. in some sort of problem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-1983930192411544984?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/1983930192411544984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/08/inpro-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/1983930192411544984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/1983930192411544984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/08/inpro-2010.html' title='INPRO 2010'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-3276051115530363718</id><published>2010-08-01T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T15:53:41.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Whooops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm so in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TFUllEnF8bI/AAAAAAAAAnw/FXyAjDTGp-U/s320/love1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500343838726025650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha...what ever language it is...the meaning is the same! I'm happy, very happy. I smile alot, like really alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I like the fact that I'm how I am now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You changed me a lot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You brought me on a ride, a wild ride, and guess what???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are still bringing me on this wild ride&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just, it's getting wilder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Filled with passion and love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Also with respect &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't feel scared for the first time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I know I will be stupid to not take the plunge with you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey hey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is a gamble&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have taken many gambles in life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And so far have been lucky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just pray to be luckier now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know I will be &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For I have you by my side&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Love, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Itrustyouwithmylife&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4146751303424049369-3276051115530363718?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/3276051115530363718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/08/whooops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3276051115530363718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3276051115530363718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/08/whooops.html' title='Whooops!'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TFUllEnF8bI/AAAAAAAAAnw/FXyAjDTGp-U/s72-c/love1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-3740725718724049741</id><published>2010-08-01T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T15:38:45.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Incepted by Inception</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TFUiR4OegvI/AAAAAAAAAno/MWrJS5r8-9o/s1600/inception.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TFUiR4OegvI/AAAAAAAAAno/MWrJS5r8-9o/s320/inception.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500340210449154802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mind blowing movie. Awesome. Nice. A good food for thought. I mean, exploring the dimensions in a whole new perspective. I never thought dreams could be used in such a way. Actually, it is an awesome idea. You break into a person's mind, via a dream. The person has no control over it. You get what you want, and in this case, you just extort information. But inception is even better. You plant an idea you want. You get what you want. Hmm...something I will ponder upon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics is really awesome. Physics is the way of life. With physics, the possibilities are endless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-3740725718724049741?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/3740725718724049741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/08/incepted-by-inception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3740725718724049741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3740725718724049741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/08/incepted-by-inception.html' title='Incepted by Inception'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TFUiR4OegvI/AAAAAAAAAno/MWrJS5r8-9o/s72-c/inception.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-3809119439486038819</id><published>2010-07-28T17:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T17:59:15.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTEC'/><title type='text'>ACTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TE_9I2s_n_I/AAAAAAAAAng/TD_-xhmCsWk/s1600/38119_1396177217238_1016440208_30898623_2166039_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TE_9I2s_n_I/AAAAAAAAAng/TD_-xhmCsWk/s320/38119_1396177217238_1016440208_30898623_2166039_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498891998607679474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;PEOPLE OF INTEC!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;IT'S OPEN TO ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SHORT FILM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;10 - 15 MIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;MOVIES ARE TO BE HANDED IN BY 5TH AUGUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(I KNOW IT IS A VERY SHORT PERIOD OF TIME, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BUT HEY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ITS A EVEN MORE SHORT SEM WITH TOO MANY ACTIVITIES)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;WITH AWESOME CASH PRIZES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THE BEST 5 MOVIES WILL BE AIRED ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; 9TH AUGUST 2010 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;@ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;GREAT HALL 7.45PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FOOD PROVIDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BUS SERVICE FROM AKASIA AND CENDANA STARTS AT 7.15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;FOR DETAILS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Contact Lay- 0102550867&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s I changed my number due to some unforeseen circumstances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-3809119439486038819?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/3809119439486038819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/07/action.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3809119439486038819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3809119439486038819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/07/action.html' title='ACTION'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/TE_9I2s_n_I/AAAAAAAAAng/TD_-xhmCsWk/s72-c/38119_1396177217238_1016440208_30898623_2166039_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-5004489456623657612</id><published>2010-07-15T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T15:30:57.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>I HATE IT</title><content type='html'>I hate running around INTEC.&lt;div&gt;I hate it when I have to go to Koperasi at Blok F all the way from Block W.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it that I have to go to Block F, then E, then run all the way to Block N, just to find the place I intend to go is closed, because it is 1.01 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate running with my reports in my my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the long lines for the bus in the morning. Man, I was like at Bistro waiting for the bus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the long queues for food at ALM Cafe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it that my legs hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it that I feel tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it that this sem is so pack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it that I have IELTS in 3 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it that she is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when I do something that reminds me of her, or something happens that reminds me of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when I cant tell what I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it that life is so complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the fact of the need of being there. I dont do that. I'm a free person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it that you are changing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the fact that I cant go to temple today!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-5004489456623657612?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/5004489456623657612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hate-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/5004489456623657612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/5004489456623657612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hate-it.html' title='I HATE IT'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-8708125320850131425</id><published>2010-07-15T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T15:15:34.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>YAY!!!</title><content type='html'>School has started....new term...Senior man!!! And well, results are out. I have got to say, I'm happy with it. I mean, I am really ok, happy, and maybe proud! Though I din get 15 points, I still passed my cutoff points. So, yay!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha....I really din't expect to score for Bio, for I really did badly for my topic tests. I got C for both. The first test, I was just too distraught to do Bio and plus I forgot half of what I learnt. Blame it on crying the whole day before. Second test was worse. I have no idea why, but again, another C! And I studied like hell, yet I got disappointed. Honestly, I was really down. I just feel like giving up. And I couldn't really share this feeling with anyone. Well, finally, study leave came by. Everybody at home went back, and I decided to stay back all alone in college for that 2 weeks. I studied, besides facebooking and watching movies. ALso had some rough moments wt cockroaches. Then came the battle day. Wow, now I know how awesome it feels to put your heart and soul into something and finally see the fruit of it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you God. Thanks Lay. Thanks to my roomy. Thanks all my friends who helped me through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I believe, and I know I will make it through. Whatever that comes, I can beat it, and make it big. Trust me when I say, I will be somebody AWESOME someday in future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-8708125320850131425?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/8708125320850131425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/07/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/8708125320850131425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/8708125320850131425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/07/yay.html' title='YAY!!!'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-901818115909565287</id><published>2010-07-13T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T15:18:49.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTEC'/><title type='text'>A Senior's Pledge</title><content type='html'>Boom!!! It's already a year and I'm in my senior year in INTEC! Wow!&lt;div&gt;How awesome can that be??? A year man! A year being with my roommate and housemates. A year of enduring the tough A-Levels, sad to say, it is not ending anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here is the thing of being a senior, I think I should be more responsible. And adding the effect that I'm trying to be a sister, I should be way more responsible. One thing I've learnt so far by being a senior is, things are not only about you. Whatever decisions I make, I have to think of how it is affecting others, let it be my family or friends. It is not easy, as I never do that before this. But recent events in the year has taught me to do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. I. Decided. To. Make. Some. Changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I always say this, but never follow. Lets say, I want to be God's best friend from now on, become a real angel, and maybe for once, live up to what I say, or pledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to go to temple every week. I must study daily, without fail. Things that are not going to help me in A-Levels or that are of no use in helping me get to Ireland, will not become my priority now, or even better, will not get my attention. Friends, outings, cinemas, and hanging outs, can wait. All I know is, I have to go to Ireland, and I have to become a doctor. I wish to become active in sports. A special encounter with a new friend by chance pretty much inspired me to make this decision, and I will make this come true. No matter how tired I am, I am going to push my damn ass to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, lets keep these few pledges as the start. And see how well I live up to it. If I am good and do keep it up, well, I will add more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-901818115909565287?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/901818115909565287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/07/seniors-pledge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/901818115909565287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/901818115909565287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/07/seniors-pledge.html' title='A Senior&apos;s Pledge'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-1266617535570992878</id><published>2010-06-29T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T18:11:11.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Memories Of Thaipusam</title><content type='html'>Well, I started packing a bit, and while going through my books, I found a photo album-pics of Thaipusam 2010. Wow. &lt;div&gt;Going through pics seem so cool! I mean, now looking back at it, I can actually imagine how happy we all were. I went back to Penang for Thaipusam, after so many years, finally, I went back for Thaipusam. It was fun! Half the family was there, actually, everybody was there but my cousins, from KL. My mum prayed to break 1001 coconuts, and so we had the coconuts delivered to our house that day. The best thing about Thaipusam in Penang is that our house is located on the way where the procession occurs. So cool. For if I were hungry, all I had to do is walk out of the house, and tadaaa....free food!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the worse part was, every night for that 3 days, I had to sleep with all those damn Tamil songs blaring at the max volume their PA systems could handle. Damn. I mean, I don't mind devotional songs, but all this idiotic songs during Thaipusam, please la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I had an awesome time. Temples, food, walking in the sun...was all so fun. A few friends from college dropped by for lunch. Everybody was together. It seemed everything was perfect. I only wished my cousins from KL were there too at that time.&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/4146751303424049369-1266617535570992878?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/1266617535570992878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/06/memories-of-thaipusam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/1266617535570992878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/1266617535570992878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/06/memories-of-thaipusam.html' title='Memories Of Thaipusam'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-9010640086300350255</id><published>2010-06-28T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:08:21.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Argh!</title><content type='html'>Now I know why it is not easy to prepare for a wedding! Details and details and details! Never ending! Hey hey, I'm not preparing for a wedding, but just a grand annual dinner. Honestly, although these details may seem small and so not important, but it matters! Well, maybe because I'm a girl, I care for the smallest difference in a decoration.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-9010640086300350255?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/9010640086300350255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/06/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/9010640086300350255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/9010640086300350255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/06/argh.html' title='Argh!'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-3183271591231467640</id><published>2010-06-03T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:54:56.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Oh No!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Naggy, I want a Secret Recipe cake&lt;/i&gt;! Well, that’s my famous dialogue to my dear roommate. I love cakes, well my whole house does! Q-En loves baking while Naggy and I love eating. So, cakes…sweet tooth people…and not to forget chocolates. They say diamond are women’s best friends, but pardon me to beg to differ, chocolates are always my loyal partners!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All these are sweet, and what makes it sweet people??? You got it right, SUGAR!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, sugar price is going to go up, so is petrol and other basic food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Country will become bankrupt if we continue these subsidies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Walao!!! So everything goes up, so does this also mean my allowance is going up??? I mean lets be fair, if I need to pay more for food, I need to be paid more so that I can afford to pay more. Simple logic isn’t it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Problem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Country not going to have enough money to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, how do we overcome this? Simple, lets just practice 1Malaysia! Hello hello, 1Malaysia is just not regarding skin colour, I also think its, rakyat didahulukan, pencapaian diutamakan! Err, forgive me, but doesn’t this also imply we are responsible for our country? By this I actually call upon the higher authorities who live on rasuah. Yes, dear people, &lt;b&gt;R-A-S-U-A-H!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, not good in malay already? (brags) Its also known as bribery. Rate of corruption is increasing!!! And MACC is doing….?? Err, let me see, oh yeah, catching those officials who are growing fat with bribe and graft. Lets see, raids are conducted well and openly, black money, corruptions and God knows what else can be reduced. With this, government, as in G-O-V-E-R-N-M-E-N-T gets more money, and how can we be bankrupts? But once again, is it happening, and if it is, how effective is it? The cops still ask for rasuah, nothing is changed though they have their anti-rasuah badges on. Haishh….apa ini??? Tutup sebelah mata kut!!! (WTF!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Come on people, this is a joke! Petrol price shoots, and thanks to only this, everything else go up! What the hell??? So unfair! Yet, those loaded people still get free petrol, but we, the normal citizen earning wages like kais pagi makan pagi, kais petang makan petang, still have to fork out OUR money to travel. Wait, what about public transport??? Another joke! Try waiting for komuter without the need of cursing, honey your having a lucky day then. They have ladies coach, reason: Sexual harassament, as men rub against women as train seem to be packed like sardine cans. Hello, the train comes in every 20 minutes, and number of passengers are just nice for everybody to stand and breath, but hey, train is delayed, volume of passengers increase, and oops, people squeeze in. So, who’s fault? Come on, THINK!!!! But wait, petrol price rises, so does public transport fares, and now again, will the citizens experience an increase in pay??? Food for thought. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hey, forgive me, I might be selfish, I mean, I’m not in politics or not thinking for the whole government, but at least I live with the people and I see their problems. Call me talking against the government, but people, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;wake up from your dreams at langit ketujuh! Stesen berikutnya/ next station: Dunia realiti!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;When we criticise, we don’t take offense but we find ways of improvement. A man who accepts his weaknesses and acknowledges the fat is a man to be looked up upon indeed, and I have faith in my country. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-3183271591231467640?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/3183271591231467640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3183271591231467640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3183271591231467640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-no.html' title='Oh No!!!'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-2788556113765530517</id><published>2010-05-27T14:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T16:35:07.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTEC'/><title type='text'>Bio Field Trip-Fraser's Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Right after BTN in Malacca, we were off to Fraser's Hill for our biology field trip. I wasn't really keen on going to a forest to do research, rather go to a beach, but majority wins! so we left by 7am, and the bus I was in went to Cendana to fetch the boys. Finally, my class had one whole bus to ourselves, while M4 had the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped for breakfast at Restoran Jejantas Sg.Buloh, and Jonas found out that one could actually pay using Touch n Go card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_4f_oSPH1I/AAAAAAAAAmw/3V4sA5XeDB4/s1600/DSC04839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_4f_oSPH1I/AAAAAAAAAmw/3V4sA5XeDB4/s320/DSC04839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475849374935228242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In front of Baskin Robbins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, the route to go up to Fraser's Hill is only one way, so its either all go up, or all go down. The timing to go up is odd, as in 9am or 11 am and coming down is 8am and 10 am. Our luck we reached there at 10.30am. So, what else??? Turun bergambar la!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_4f_PVZ6_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/VM7RwGx73g8/s1600/DSC04872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_4f_PVZ6_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/VM7RwGx73g8/s320/DSC04872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475849368237632498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My class with Mdm Siva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our journey to the forest was like in NS. We had to redah the hutan man!!! I hated that part. I mean in NS its fun, ur in boots, with the uniform which gives you some kind of ummph!!! And then, you carry a big bottle of water as part of your uniform. There's no chance for you to get hurt unless its on your face or palms as the other parts are fully covered. But here, no!!! No boots! No ummph!!! Haish..yet we did made our way up, and I just had to have a headache as son as I reached the experiment spot. Thanks to all the spraying of insect repellent. You spray a bit only, not as though you wana take bath with it, but on that day, I guess people were just to conscious! Mdm Siva too came all the way up, and trust me, wasn't easy for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_4f-8ceFrI/AAAAAAAAAmg/omj-z-YBrjA/s1600/DSC04915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_4f-8ceFrI/AAAAAAAAAmg/omj-z-YBrjA/s320/DSC04915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475849363166992050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our journey down was the worst, actually going up was much easy. But, thanks to dear Bob, Jonas, Vanessa and Kiran, we guided Mdm Siva down safely. Yong Kai was helping Kak Ana who was behind me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_4f-cMnxFI/AAAAAAAAAmY/TEU2Oyf1b3g/s1600/DSC04931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_4f-cMnxFI/AAAAAAAAAmY/TEU2Oyf1b3g/s320/DSC04931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475849354510582866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many periuk keras there!!! Its a research centre, so duh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_4f9yECBoI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/OOIsMBQ2izc/s1600/DSC04940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_4f9yECBoI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/OOIsMBQ2izc/s320/DSC04940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475849343200265858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all, we had a great time, I had a great time with my friends as in my classmates. Surely these made our bonds even stronger. All the tired faces resting to feel the cool breeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The journey back to Shah Alam was even better. We planned to leave by 4 so that we can go down at 4 as the next timing the road will be open will be at six, however, it remained something we thought we could do. We reached the busses at around 5.15pm and had to wait till 6. Everybody was tired, but still we had a karaoke session in the bus!!! Guess who started it?? Me!!!! Hehe...joined by Faizah, Ameera and Zul Azim! And actually everybody else in the bus. We went crazy singing some Indonesian songs!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Still much credit has to go to our pak drivers. Of everything in INTEC, our drivers are the best!!1 They are simply amazing! On our way back, we nearly met with an accident twice! First, it was at a turn. Actually, both were at the turns. It was a sharp turn and I guess we were just coming way too fast for a bus that long, he couldn't take the turn completely, and M3 bus was leading. We were in the 1Malaysia bus. So he had the emergency brake on, and everybody went 'OMG'! Immediately Joo Howe asked us all to remain seated and not to move. I looked out the window and realised that the back wheel(right) was actually at the edge of the road!!! The second driver ran out of the bus, but not to guide the bus to reverse, but to take a video!!! Haha! Luckily the second bus' driver helped us out. Then we continued our journey just to get stuck at another turn, this time the side mirror, on the left got hit and went out of alignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All I can say, I trust our drivers with my life, for they are the best!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-2788556113765530517?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/2788556113765530517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/05/bio-field-trip-frasers-hill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/2788556113765530517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/2788556113765530517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/05/bio-field-trip-frasers-hill.html' title='Bio Field Trip-Fraser&apos;s Hill'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_4f_oSPH1I/AAAAAAAAAmw/3V4sA5XeDB4/s72-c/DSC04839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-4325737820669853111</id><published>2010-05-27T12:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T14:37:37.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTEC'/><title type='text'>Biro Tatanegara 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, as students under a government scholarship, we all have to attend this course which is regarding our beloved country. There's a test at the end of the day, and you have to pass it or you can just wave goodbye to your friends who will e flying off to their destination countries from KLIA. It's a five day course, and is usually held in camps, but I was lucky, for mine was held in a resort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_4CHHcLf4I/AAAAAAAAAmI/y-nmshVSVig/s1600/DSC04794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_4CHHcLf4I/AAAAAAAAAmI/y-nmshVSVig/s320/DSC04794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475816518208683906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was held at Bidara Puteri Beach Resort, Tg. Kelling, Melaka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, the busses left Akasia and Cendana and headed to Melaka. Honestly, we all had no idea where we were going to except for the clue, Tg. Kelling. Besides that nothing, not even if it's a NS camp, army camp or whatsoever. Even our pak drivers didn't know, and as always they were expecting to send us to a camp. We reached Melaka, drove by the coast, passed by our very resort where we were suppose to be staying, went further in searching for the camp. Finally, the pak drivers realised we were no more in Tg. Kelling but heading to BAndaraya Melaka already, and decided to call the BTN manager. And then we resumed our journey back the way we came to this resort. Our pak drivers went asking, 'Why is their BTN being held in a resort?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, no complains from us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_34a5aq5FI/AAAAAAAAAlg/CZpxYyZWMIc/s320/DSC04615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475805862925362258" /&gt;The happy faces all registering at the reception. There was a rush to get roommates as it was six to a room, and we had the pleasure to choose who we wanted to live with. We left around 12 but reached around 4.14pm, stopping for awhile at Seremban to pray and have KFC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what we did there for 5 long days??? Mornings, as in early mornings we had some exercise. First day was cancelled as it was raining so we all went back to sleep. Second and third day, we went to the beach. It was so nice to have a morning walk by the beach actually. Very serene and calming. Then after that we have classes at 8 till 4, with occasioanl breaks in between for morning tea, lunch and evening tea. It wasn't really classes, but more on talks or ceramah about our Malaysian Constitution. Basically, only the most important parts of the constitution is discussed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_34cD1fmvI/AAAAAAAAAl4/9o-SZGhSfIM/s320/DSC04813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475805882902092530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was where our ceramah was held.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later we were grouped into different groups and had latihan dalam kumpulan, also regarding our country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the evenings, we had riadah. First day, we had volley ball match-guys versus girls. By the way, it wasn't only INTEC's PMC students, but also pharmacy students from IMU who are actually ALM6 students and also students from MIAT-Malaysian Institute of Aviation Technology going to Russia. Well, the girls won!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we had ceramah and games at night from 9 till 11+. So that was our routine for the week. Seems boring right? Nah, actually we had tonnes of fun. We got to go the beach every morning!!! Slept in an air-conditioned room, with real comfortable beds and had hot bath every morning when I woke up with my feet numb. Even the classes were fun as I learnt a lot about the constitution, but actually, I already knew the constitution. I came out with the same level of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_4CGhG7yLI/AAAAAAAAAmA/74eT9Yl_jOw/s320/DSC04644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475816507919026354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jumping in joy!!!! 10M3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, the bond with  my classmates got stronger through this trip. I mean, most of us stayed together and the guys room was beside ours, so we hate late night talks too. It gave us a thought on how we might be living when we get to Ireland later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_34bqmy7EI/AAAAAAAAAlw/J3hjQr0u5tY/s1600/DSC04730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_34bqmy7EI/AAAAAAAAAlw/J3hjQr0u5tY/s320/DSC04730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475805876129557570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, the photographer gets some rest and jumps!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I love my phone as it really does capture the very best moments of my life!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4146751303424049369-4325737820669853111?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/4325737820669853111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/05/biro-tatanegara-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4325737820669853111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4325737820669853111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/05/biro-tatanegara-2010.html' title='Biro Tatanegara 2010'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_4CHHcLf4I/AAAAAAAAAmI/y-nmshVSVig/s72-c/DSC04794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-3898049211394412346</id><published>2010-05-24T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:09:02.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Housework</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_oXbK0S8CI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/2pez_laR8uE/s1600/housework+cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_oXbK0S8CI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/2pez_laR8uE/s320/housework+cartoon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474714052549865506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a day where you woke up to your mum's scream of 'Wake up and make up your room before I get there!' And if yo don't you get one hell of scolding and a tonne of other housework? Man...housework. Chores. Cleaning the house. Whatever the name is, it is still down to doing work in order to clean!!!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hate housework. But honestly, I can't live in filth. Some people love cleaning, yet one day bring in so much filth into the house. At this point you may realise I'm talking on double meaning terms. Sometimes, it's not tnough. I clean everyday, yet something still feels not right. Look, I don't mind cleanig, I mean I'm a good girl, I perform my duties, but when the household is being shared, lets just say I want the housework to be shared too. I may live in a mess, as in my room may be messy with books everywhere, but I on't live in filth! For heavens sake, I realised after some recent experience, some people actually can live in such filth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cleaning is actually good, not only in ensures cockroaches and worms are not in the house, it is also a form of killing time and stress. People complain they are bored, yet nobody has ever thought if cleaning while being bored. Studying 24/7, ain't a good idea, but while resting, instead of facebook-ing or doing something stupid, you can sweep and mop. Come on people, it cant be so hard. Dont be lazy and appoint a maid. In my opinion, you are responsible for your mess and filth, So clean it yourself!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; I do my chores every morning. I sweep, mop and God knows what else. It has sort off become my routine, thanks to my brother. I can't stand the floor being dirty, so I sweep daily. Yes, they are times I get so bored of it, I complain, I nag, yet I still do the work, although I just took my bath. The point of taking your bath is also to clean yourself, but that cant stop you from not getting dirty again. A man who cant do housework deserves no respect in my opinion, let along a woman who cant do housework. A man's work is never ever done when it comes to chores!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-3898049211394412346?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/3898049211394412346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/05/housework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3898049211394412346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3898049211394412346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/05/housework.html' title='Housework'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_oXbK0S8CI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/2pez_laR8uE/s72-c/housework+cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-479862321824329460</id><published>2010-05-19T20:22:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T01:39:01.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Must Watch</title><content type='html'>I love movies...I love movies as much as I hate studying!!! Well, that's just a statement to be regarded off, I don't really hate studying but sometimes the more you say you hate something, the more you tend to fall for it; works in boys though.  &lt;div&gt;Anyway, for those who want to watch movies but just aren't sure of what you must watch, have no worries while Miss LAy is here!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_lBJbfRLoI/AAAAAAAAAjI/y2EaOw_qvlo/s1600/Gossip-Girl-gossip-girl-2024112-1024-768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_lBJbfRLoI/AAAAAAAAAjI/y2EaOw_qvlo/s320/Gossip-Girl-gossip-girl-2024112-1024-768.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474478452299083394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, this drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; is really addictive. Totally 18+, sx especially. Very scandalous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's Blair-The Vintage Heiress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serena-The Troublemaking Socialite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan-The famous lonely boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate-The man-whore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chuck-Ahh...The man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenny-The Bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you see, even the pisture of the show seems sexy, trust me, there's plenty of kissing and scandal in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_lPxZeYUaI/AAAAAAAAAjo/SgVIeKfVI9g/s320/desperate_housewives_abc_pommes_apples-4111269e6d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474494532116042146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Desperate Housewives!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's getting juicer as it enters season 6!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family iss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teenagers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of love and lust..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between you and me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty and age..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parents and children..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams or responsibilities..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not all about the kissing and the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love making and the sexyness, but there is also hell alot of life stuffwhich we can learn and apply and maybe not do the same mistake as they did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_lmzx6g_dI/AAAAAAAAAlI/nZD1IJZ8G8E/s320/greys-anatomy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474519861803679186" /&gt;Want to be a doc but just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wana know how life would be???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Have a peak! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duties till you look like a panda, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not to worry, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's still plenty of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for romance and drama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obstacles are common for life is nothing wothout it, but till how far can you out up with it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_ldqeeL1nI/AAAAAAAAAj4/RmiUU3-nmnQ/s320/house-md.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474509806361106034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alone and cynical? Here's your dosage of cure. Sarcastic, yet right. Arrogant yet honest. You may hate him, yet you can't live without him. Besides having fun in sarcasm class, you can also learn a great deal of diseases!!! And ways on how to analyse situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;P.S. I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_le917gyjI/AAAAAAAAAkI/UwJCwlYMp8o/s320/Hilary_Swank_in_P-1.S.,_I_Love_You_Wallpaper_2_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474511238587271730" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the title goes...its all about love, but what if you loose that love? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you hold on to old memories or do you move on? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you allowed to feel happy again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or are you allowed to even fall in love again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will that mean your love was a lie, or does that mean you are living the live your love would had wanted you too???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_lfhaOdpNI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/5yBPpDIHfAA/s320/the_notebook.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474511849625855186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The Notebook..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is what drives some people around in their lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might loose it once, but if you have faith in it, it will come back to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when you get your love back, never ever let it go, till death do you part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if your loved one cant remember you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;Varanam Aayiram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_lkYAkQRBI/AAAAAAAAAko/pGu4erGs6Xw/s320/VARANAM+AAYIRAM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474517185677247506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bond between father and son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Losing the girl you love, moving on to be a drug addict and watch yourself kill your family. Changing for the better by helping out a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friend, moving on with marriage and magic. The true essence of how one's life may actually be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_lkotv9IfI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xhANzcykRss/s320/sepi+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474517472683827698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-size:large;"&gt;Sepi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling alone though you have many friends? Well, then you don't belong here, or maybe yo do. For all of you who have always put your loved ones on hold, this is a beautifu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;l eye-opener. A beautiful movie, which may leave &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you crying in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_lk_J0tKlI/AAAAAAAAAlA/HBqNPSdUQ9w/s320/Vinnaithandi_Varuvaya.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474517858177067602" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;Vinnaithandi Vaaruvaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A real life story of many, slow but worth the wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Religion, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ambitions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is important? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you judge what do you want? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or do you just leave it to fate? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if you don't get a happy ending?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Is it the end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_liwtgklLI/AAAAAAAAAkg/loKDpsiuQhM/s320/CTC-1680-image5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474515411035002034" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Meet the Robinsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A child full with ambitions...with nothing seeming impossible though he fails alot. One final blow, and he nearly gives up, till the future gives him a reason to keep moving forward. It may be a cartoon, but the message it is sending to the world is beautiful. our future is what you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decide today, it would be dark and u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gly if you sleep now, but it would be colourful if you just try hard to stay awake.&lt;/div&gt;&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/4146751303424049369-479862321824329460?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/479862321824329460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/05/must-watch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/479862321824329460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/479862321824329460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/05/must-watch.html' title='Must Watch'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S_lBJbfRLoI/AAAAAAAAAjI/y2EaOw_qvlo/s72-c/Gossip-Girl-gossip-girl-2024112-1024-768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-4274407392251385248</id><published>2010-05-10T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:43:00.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Act of pure randomness</title><content type='html'>Ok, last year, during bulan Ramadhan, me and my roommates decided to fast or puasa. Yes, we seriously decided to do so. Anyway, Q-En is used to it, and I have also fast since I was Standard 6. So we set a day. We woke up around 4.15 in the morning and came out. Trust me, the three of us, (Nages, Q-En and I were half awake), yet we woke up and set to have breakfast. So, we all were sitting at our respective tables and enjoying our meals in pure sleepiness. Beside my table, in between my table and Q-En's to be specific, was a hamper, and the potato chips by Mr.Potato was facing me. Ok, I don't know if I was dreaming or it was just my subconscious mind, but the Mr.Potato and I were having a conversation! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr.Potato: You are eating without offering...:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Oh! I'm sorry. I din't know you were hungry or fasting too. Would you like some?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(I offered the Koko Crunch I was eating)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr.Potato: I'm a vegan, I don't think it is suitable for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Oh really? Well pity you. Wait, Let me ask my roommates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nages, you got anything vegetarian &lt;i&gt;ah&lt;/i&gt;? Mr.Potato only eats vegetarian food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nages: (puzzled look) Err, why would he want to eat food? Well, give him Koko Crunch &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That's &lt;i&gt;vege&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Mr. Potato, this is &lt;i&gt;vege la&lt;/i&gt;. You can eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr.Potato: Oh, ok. thank you very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird! No idea if it was a dream or what...but lets just say, since then I always took Mr.Potato as a vegan. So, then early this year, I was vegetarian for sometime, and while in college I din't want to eat the food in any restaurants, so I decided to resort to Koko Crunch, bread and my dear Mr.Potato. What a shock I got when I read the ingredients of Mr.Potato, and he was not a vegan indeed! So much for the pride of not eating Koko Crunch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-4274407392251385248?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/4274407392251385248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/05/act-of-pure-randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4274407392251385248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/4274407392251385248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/05/act-of-pure-randomness.html' title='Act of pure randomness'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-8061466931744898917</id><published>2010-05-05T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:52:24.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Go Die la</title><content type='html'>Ok, seriously I don't have a problem with you, but when you cross my path, hun, I'm no angel. And, why would you decide to play hide and seek with me at night? You are already dark coloured, and my room flooring is dark coloured, did you know that makes it difficult for me to differentiate??? OK, maybe you have gone through mutation, be it point mutation or chromosomal mutation, water based sprays never seem to work on you!!! And no matter how much I contribute in reducing your gene pool and allele frequency, nothing seems to happen! When tigers or sharks are killed, they extinct, sadly, you never will, would you? For almost 2 centuries, you have never changed, even the dinosaurs are gone, but you, still lingering around! Honestly, please just extinct. You are just too sneaky for me. I mean, you are small, you squeeze through holes, and somehow disapparate into the thin air? I know you are aware that I'm not Voldemort, so I cant track you down, nor am I in the Ministry of Magic, to keep record of those who are Apparating. Seriously, just go find another house, just not mine!&lt;div&gt;Here's a dedication to you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;You are sneaky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;You are hard to kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;You are fast in getting away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;You come in a big group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;You can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;You just make feel eeeuwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;You made me hate you!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/4146751303424049369-8061466931744898917?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/8061466931744898917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/05/go-die-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/8061466931744898917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/8061466931744898917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/05/go-die-la.html' title='Go Die la'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-9222502690500827297</id><published>2010-05-02T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:48:21.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>A simple photograph</title><content type='html'>Photography is amazing. I love it. I love taking photographs and also love being photographed!&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I amaze myself with the kind of pictures I take. Not to say I'm bragging, but it's a fact. I take pictures using my phone randomly and when I come home and view it through my computer, it hits me that the photo is in fact beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i love it. Photographs holds memories, memories which would otherwise be lost over time. The easiest way to remember your past is to go through all of your photographs. Special moments are captured. Your first smile, first kiss, wedding picture, birth of your baby, perhaps just everything. Some hate it. They say, the more you are photographed, the faster you die. Well, if that's the case at least you are leaving behind a legacy of your memory for your family to hold on to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the hush all about? A person born is bound to die, so why worry when you are going to go. Let go of that feeling and just spread out your hands and fly...I mean not literally, but fly away and enjoy all the moments life has to offer. And while doing that, remember to always have a smile on your face, for I might be just there capturing your moment!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-9222502690500827297?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/9222502690500827297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/05/simple-photograph.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/9222502690500827297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/9222502690500827297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/05/simple-photograph.html' title='A simple photograph'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-5270807919332593251</id><published>2010-04-30T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:45:26.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>viiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me, my new apple isn't keeping me away!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, not that I just said the fact that I'm ready to accept the fact that I will be a doctor, I also just stated that I have a new APPLE!!! Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I'm just so happy today. 30th April 2010...Had a great day...hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-5270807919332593251?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/5270807919332593251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/04/viiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/5270807919332593251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/5270807919332593251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/04/viiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.html' title='viiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-8914579496476756789</id><published>2010-04-15T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T23:27:23.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>The Problem</title><content type='html'>The main problem with most of the people: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;They care of themselves too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This made me wonder, 'Why the hell do I always care for others, as in to ensure their happy; to be there when they are sad; listen to their problems; give them a shoulder to lean on when they feel like crying...and many more????'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WHY????!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I that good of an angel??? Well, I always thought I was more of the fallen angel, perhaps, sometimes I surprise myself too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People should change, or maybe I should, as in stop caring so much for others. It hurts to always help people but when you really need that help, people just ignore that fact!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello&lt;/b&gt;!!! Just because you laugh and joke daily doesn't mean you are happy or you are a strong person!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-8914579496476756789?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/8914579496476756789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/04/problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/8914579496476756789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/8914579496476756789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/04/problem.html' title='The Problem'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-2701792937034977910</id><published>2010-04-14T18:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T18:17:52.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTEC'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what's the problem with Science (Bio, Phy and Chem) exams???&lt;div&gt;Language is being tested more nowadays!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-2701792937034977910?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/2701792937034977910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-know-whats-problem-with-science-bio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/2701792937034977910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/2701792937034977910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-know-whats-problem-with-science-bio.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-2548108044043619720</id><published>2010-04-12T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:34:08.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>It's funny to see how people regret that they should have fulfilled your wishes only when you are dead and gone. When you are alive, you save everything for your future, which you yourself are not sure if it exists for yo or not. People never learn, even after going through alot. Yeah, this is not the time, continue saying that, and &lt;b&gt;the time will never come&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-2548108044043619720?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/2548108044043619720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/2548108044043619720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/2548108044043619720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-8639964846232119544</id><published>2010-04-11T15:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:40:55.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>A YEAR!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, this may  sound lame but I just realised that it has been a year since I started my blog!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Happy Anniversary dear bloggy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;And I love LV still!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/4146751303424049369-8639964846232119544?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/8639964846232119544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/04/year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/8639964846232119544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/8639964846232119544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/04/year.html' title='A YEAR!!'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-1566845651340317601</id><published>2010-04-11T15:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:41:48.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>The List in My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I want to eat a Secret Recipe cake every week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I want to have Baskin Robbins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I want to go to the movies for every new movie released&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I want to go around the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I want someone to make me laugh every minute like how I make others laugh all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I want to go for a rock concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I want to own a car; Volkswagen to be specific.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I want to be a model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I want to go overseas, play in the snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I want to own a Chanel overcoat and LV bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I want to dance in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I want to buy a house in Bangsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I want to go on a cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I want to do Bungee jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I want to do something crazy and laugh till it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I want to visit every state in Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I want to get married by 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I want to have 4 children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I want to attend a ball, dressed in the best dress with the best guy by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I want all my wishes to come true&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/4146751303424049369-1566845651340317601?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/1566845651340317601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/04/list-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/1566845651340317601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/1566845651340317601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/04/list-in-my-life.html' title='The List in My Life'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-2798783149031671352</id><published>2010-04-10T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:19:42.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The world’s worst feeling one can ever have is guilt and regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;No matter how much you try to convince yourself, these two feelings are capable of eating you from the inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Let’s say, this is what I can say the best to describe my feelings for the moment. I don’t know if I was at fault or not, but yeah, this is what I feel. I miss her so much that I tend to cry when I’m alone. Sometimes tears just roll down, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop them, nor do I want to. Life is so unpredictable. I’m just 19, yet had to go through some stuff I just feel not ready yet. God, I wish I could go back in time. I wish I could change whatever that has happen. I wish I was there for those who loved me and needed me. I just wish I could have made a change then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Life taught me a great lesson this year. Life is a gamble. Life is like a roller coaster, full of ups and downs. I learnt that no matter what anybody does to you, you should always forgive and give them another chance. You should never neglect anybody in your life. No matter how busy you are, you have to find time, as time and tide waits for no man. If you feel like doing something, &lt;b&gt;NOW&lt;/b&gt; is the time to do it. Procrastinating serves no purpose. Never hide your feelings. Say what is in your heart loud and clear to the world. Take a risk, make a gamble, and win hard. If you fall hard, take a minute and think, whatever that has happened, was meant to happen. Believe in what the Mahabaratha said, ‘&lt;i&gt;Whatever has happened, happened for the good; whatever that is happening is happening for the good and; whatever that will happen, will happen for the good&lt;/i&gt;’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Cherish every moment, live it as though there is no tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tomorrow is uncertain, and yesterday remains unchanged, yet today is what matters the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-2798783149031671352?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/2798783149031671352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/04/food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/2798783149031671352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/2798783149031671352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/04/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-6973827356313170646</id><published>2010-04-09T23:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T02:55:10.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTEC'/><title type='text'>BURGLARY</title><content type='html'>For those who live in the dark, here's a piece of information you might find useful;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THERE WERE BREAK INs IN AKASIA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a row man!!! It was like three days or so, so many houses in AKASIA had be broken in. Laptops, handphones and computer charges have been stolen. The best part is, it is always Block 1 which is the target! Anyway, recently even block 5 got hit. The burglars are daring enough to actually go all the way up to the 5th floor! Things are pretty scary. Well, we do have security guards but I don't understand how these guys can actually not get caught. I mean, the week after ICODE, there was like break ins everyday, people complained yet, other stuff still were the priorities. Maybe it's prime time we checked our priorities and got them straight. I mean, laptops gone, allright, still acceptable, but what if the students were harmed? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the students did voice out, and during a meeting held in Cemara to discuss about the shifting, some voiced out their problems. Preventive measures have been taken by the college, as in we have RELA members now patrolling the grounds at night as well as the police. So far, things have been going pretty good, and hopefully, things remain this good.&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/4146751303424049369-6973827356313170646?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/6973827356313170646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-safety-and-showingg-off-some-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/6973827356313170646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/6973827356313170646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-safety-and-showingg-off-some-skin.html' title='BURGLARY'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-6736571915498382378</id><published>2010-03-25T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:06:45.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcement'/><title type='text'>Give It A Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;SPM results were just out, ok maybe sometime ago but I just got the time to blog about it. Students who scored well, Congratulations! I know you worked very hard for it, students who did not meet their expectations, Don't worry, but take it as a lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So now comes the next phase in life, tertiary education. Well, all of you definitely have so much ambitions or dreams, but perhaps not the right grades or enough funding. Here's an advice, take what that comes along! Don't be too choosy in life, and please, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;medicine is not the only best option&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; in life. Yes, you might think I'm a hypocrite, for I'm under a medical course and I'm telling you guys these, but trust me, I never wanted it. I merely took what was offered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Many of whom I know are pretty adamant in doing medicine; life long dream lah konon...Sorry to say but whatever you will be studying in pre-med or even A-Levels, is 1000x more difficult than SPM, and there is no more spoon feeding. If you get results that are not so good, lets say, Cs for your science subjects,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, think again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Try for all the scolarships available, but please don't think you will get a reply from all. Based on my experience and also friend's, not all will ever call you back! So, don't perasan if you get good grades! Form 6 is always an option but it is hectic life. My best friends have already forgotten me due to that hectic schedule! If you want form 6, be prepared for happenings in school every week which you will have to organise, and also to study hard daily by yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;All in all, what ever you choose, make sure you know what you will be facing later on. Do not take something and regret it later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;GOODLUCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-6736571915498382378?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/6736571915498382378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/03/give-it-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/6736571915498382378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/6736571915498382378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/03/give-it-break.html' title='Give It A Break!'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-714705306661320935</id><published>2010-03-13T02:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T03:08:13.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTEC'/><title type='text'>My T-Y-P-I-C-A-L MONDAY</title><content type='html'>Monday mornings...alarm is at 6.55am, yet I hit the snooze button and wait till one of my house mates wakes up first. &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Reason&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;There might be cockroaches in the bathroom, and I'm scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bio lesson at 8am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Class starts with Mdm Siva lecturing, after 5 minutes, Nas will be sleeping, Gordon dozing off till the completely blocked view of the screen will be completely visible for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Recess Break&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I go to HEP, as in INTEC Shoppe to get Kit Kat, meet people I try avoiding, avoid them the best I can, rush back to class.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Physics lesson at 10.10am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Class commences as Mdm Sofina starts lecturing, yet comes to a halt when some decide to ask questions at their base, making the rest of the students keep wondering 'Why are we waiting?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lunch break&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rush to ALM Cafe to que before the que gets freaking long. It's like the whole of INTEC, or maybe 90% of the students in INTEC now have lunch in ALM Cafe. Then move on to library, 1st floor, round table.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Chemistry lab at 2pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Get all hyper just before the class starts, go in the lab, get more hyper as soon as the lab coat is on, then start the experiment, usually with no clue on what are we suppose to do. Lucky, I have &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Kiran, Pang and Ghana, real life savers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Then there will be a gang, who is worse than me, practically not really doing their practical. And somebody definitely breaks something or forgets to bring their lab manual every week. We finish the experiment early, yet somehow are the last to leave the lab.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Typical Mon-Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/4146751303424049369-714705306661320935?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/714705306661320935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-t-y-p-i-c-l-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/714705306661320935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/714705306661320935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-t-y-p-i-c-l-monday.html' title='My T-Y-P-I-C-A-L MONDAY'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-3525932573608040456</id><published>2010-03-08T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:09:16.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Just Because I Laugh Daily....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Feeling sad or sorrow is part of life, but not getting depressed. How does one overcome sadness and always be happy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Look at a clown. He makes people happy always, all the time smiling and laughing. Yet, has anyone actually wondered of his true feelings? That's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sometimes even if you are filled with sadness, you continue to joke and smile all day long so that everybody else will be happy. You, however die slowly inside. The pain of not being able to tell anyone what you feel; the pain of not letting out your sorrows; the pain of carrying your burden all alone...all which are truly unbearable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sometimes you feel so sad that you hate seeing others happy. Sometimes you just wish somebody will see through your pain. You just wish there is somebody out there who is patient enough to listen to everything you want to say and maybe comfort you a little. Someone who would not judge you but just understand you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Most of the time, people who joke, laugh and make others happy daily are those who keep a lot of sadness in themselves.&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/4146751303424049369-3525932573608040456?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/3525932573608040456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-because-i-laugh-daily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3525932573608040456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3525932573608040456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-because-i-laugh-daily.html' title='Just Because I Laugh Daily....'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-7522129813865109195</id><published>2010-03-01T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:31:58.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Old Memories of Merdeka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My latest English assignment is to prepare stuff to share about what is unique bout your hometown. Well, I might be born in Penang, but I'm trully a KL girl! So for festivals celebrated at my place, I chose Hari Merdeka. Well I chose it because I know I am very connected to it. And true enough while I was doing it, I kinda got pulled back to my old memories of merdeka while I was in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;High school was one of the best things that ever happened in my life. I was given the oppurtunity to perform on Merdeka Day twice! In Form 2 and Form 5. Those moments were simply amazing. In F2, we performed at Putrajaya. I was in persembahan padang. So we did so many formations, including bendare Malaysia, bunga raya, MSC and finally Keranamu Malaysia logo. Wow! It was fun, honestly, running from one corner to the other before the time to change finishes. Then dancing in that formation which will be packed of students (esp the Keranamu Malaysia logo). I was given the white colour. So whenever the formation required white, my school students were definitely in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;F4 was even better, we got to perform at NIGHT!!! At Stadiun Merdeka for the Perayaan Raksasa Merdeka. Well, it was the 50th year, so celebration was double. I was dancing for a malay traditional dance this time, zapin, and also Chinese, Indian and Borneo. Dressed in blue baju kurung, we all looked stunning! And we saw the prime minister!!! Hehe...miss those times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I still remember panting for water right after my show, and a few of my friends together with me along pleaded to this guy who so happen to be back stage for water. We pleaded like hell for some water and seeing us, he finally gave his 1.5L of water! I remember exclaiming, 'What a life saver!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S4vPM8NAoFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/xZa50EAXjZM/s1600-h/1_328355382l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S4vPM8NAoFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/xZa50EAXjZM/s320/1_328355382l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443672395833450578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;One of the final days of practice, in Stadium Merdeka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S4vPMpMUtjI/AAAAAAAAAi4/nugSeBQUDoU/s1600-h/1_375607479l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S4vPMpMUtjI/AAAAAAAAAi4/nugSeBQUDoU/s320/1_375607479l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443672390730298930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;On D-Day!!! K and I in our stunning outfit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(The zapin group had the best outfit of all!)&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/4146751303424049369-7522129813865109195?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/7522129813865109195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-memories-of-merdeka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/7522129813865109195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/7522129813865109195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-memories-of-merdeka.html' title='Old Memories of Merdeka'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S4vPM8NAoFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/xZa50EAXjZM/s72-c/1_328355382l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-5329168644697926405</id><published>2010-02-27T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:37:09.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Vinnaithandi Varuvaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S4kzDZvV2EI/AAAAAAAAAiw/6ZNsDeqwsFc/s1600-h/vinnai-thaandi-varuvaya-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S4kzDZvV2EI/AAAAAAAAAiw/6ZNsDeqwsFc/s320/vinnai-thaandi-varuvaya-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442937758196029506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What a movie! Man, movie means right, must be like this la!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Haha! My reaction after really considering the movie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But guys, seriously, this movie is really good! I was kinda connected to the movie and the heroin, besides being my favourite, her character in the movie actually did resemble the real me. Wow, and I actually kinda watched my whole life story being played through the screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The ending was superb! It left me with my mouth wide open man! Seriously, there were like a few guys in the cinema who literally shouted, 'What's happening and why is the dialogue changing?!' Haha! But indeed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;a beautiful movie with a touch of reality in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-5329168644697926405?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/5329168644697926405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/02/vinnaithandi-varuvaya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/5329168644697926405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/5329168644697926405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/02/vinnaithandi-varuvaya.html' title='Vinnaithandi Varuvaya'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/S4kzDZvV2EI/AAAAAAAAAiw/6ZNsDeqwsFc/s72-c/vinnai-thaandi-varuvaya-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-2080425461503865438</id><published>2010-02-18T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T15:53:26.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;People love songs...so do I...Its just the songs I usually choose are those that make me cry. Very sentimental onces...slow and nice to listen. Very soothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Recently I have had a special liking for the Enadhuyirae..from Bheema. Whenever I listen to this song, I feel something unexplainable in me. I feel like crying. Not just weeping but the feel of crying out loud on somebody's shoulders. It is a love song actually, and at the end of this song, the heroin will be shot dead and shortly after that the hero dies too. The song reminds me of my cousin sometimes, especially since I was listening to this song the whole day when the incident occurred. I feel calm and at the same time the need to cry. There's just something so special about its music I guess, the very beautifully composed music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;ANother song that has this effect on me is Hymn to the sea (Titanic). That's a real master piece and I can seriously just cry even when I am so happy if I listen to that song. It just has the power to touch my soul and make feel so serene. Wow, the amazing things music may do to one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Analmaelle from Varanam Aayiram is also another of my favourite. I don't cry when I listen to this song, but it reminds me of a friend. Never had I imagine a song like this will remind me of that friend, but one day when I was listeing to the song in Bio class, my mind subconsciously thought of that person and ever since the song reminds me of that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-2080425461503865438?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/2080425461503865438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/02/songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/2080425461503865438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/2080425461503865438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/02/songs.html' title='Songs'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-6628971559617548863</id><published>2010-02-18T14:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T14:43:48.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>I Need Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;A lot of things has happened in this new year...and all of a sudden the new year isn't such a good year for me. Life isn't a bed of roses, I learnt that, but it is merely a wheel, full of ups and downs. One day I will be laughing like crazy, seeming to be the happiest girl in the world, and the very day I may be crying my heart out, seeming to be a girl who just lost the meaning of happiness in this world. Well, or those who know me very well, you will know how my life is now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I know, there is always hope. There is always light at the end of the tunnel, i believe in that. I know,  that if I suffer or cry alot today, I will be okay tomorrow. I just need some time to get back on track. I need some time to be alone and just float away in my thoughts. I just want to go to KLCC and walk around while being lost in my thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I miss KLCC. Well, ever since it was build I definitely have to look at it before going to school. It sort of became my routine...looking at KLCC daily. Now when I go to Shah Alam, I don't get to see or go to KLCC that often anymore. Its just a normal shopping mall, yeah, but there's just something so majestic about it that makes me so into it. I feel calm and happy when I look at KLCC or go there. Its like I can forget all my sorrows or sadness. I might be mad right? Hehe...sometimes people just have weird ways of forgetting their sadness. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-6628971559617548863?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/6628971559617548863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-need-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/6628971559617548863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/6628971559617548863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-need-time.html' title='I Need Time'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-3553794934737563818</id><published>2010-02-11T15:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:27:39.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The hardest thing to accept in life is death, even worse when it is related to someone very close to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-3553794934737563818?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/3553794934737563818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/02/hardest-thing-to-accept-in-life-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3553794934737563818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/3553794934737563818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/02/hardest-thing-to-accept-in-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-5125545373795980461</id><published>2010-02-11T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:10:59.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>The Many Possible Things That May Go Wrong in a Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here comes the bride! Dressed all in white! A girls dream ever since she is small is to witness her own wedding being celebrated the best one can ever imagine. D-Day! A day where the bride looks like an angel, the groom looks like the most handsome man on earth, the food is splendid, guests are great, sitting is just perfect and the whole event is totally organized! Well, that’s how the dream goes, but in reality, that’s not what happens.  Everything turns up side down and the whole event seems like a total disaster! So, what  does go wrong actually???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;First of all, a sitting for the guest is planned. The bride and groom will decide who sits at which table. There would be the singles table and couples table. Family members may get the best tables together with close friends. Everything looks perfect on the planning board, yet on the the actual day! There would definitely be a person who will complain about their sitting! ‘OMG! They placed me at the singles table! As though I’m so desperate!’ Well, sometimes all the bride and groom plans is to help you meet more single people so that you would not end up at same spot if you were to attend another wedding. The worst part is many never follow the seating plan! They do as they wish! My roommate once told me about her cousins wedding on how they planned for all the family members to sit in front, while friends behind, but on the real day, it was the total opposite and all the guests when blaming that there was no proper planning! What an irony! The guests do not follow the planning, and the newly weds get blamed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Next major plan that may go wrong is the catering. It is a custom to have a food tasting day before selecting the menu for the wedding. The food with the taste most appealing to the bride and groom will be chosen. Everything will seem perfect. However, that is not what that happens on the actual day! The food which is served does not even taste like how it was during the food tasting! I would like to share a real-life story where the catering really made a big difference. When my aunt got married two years ago, she decided to have her wedding lunch at a fancy Restaurant in Penang. Well, she and a few more family members of mine claimed that the food there was simply extraordinary. So, on the day, we all went there with high expectations of tasting fine Indian cooking. How disappointed were we when we realized that the food served at a mamak stall was 100 times tastier! There you go, all the guest hardly took any food as those who ate first warned the rest! Funny isn’t it, yet it is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;The final major thing that may go wrong in a wedding is the make-up! Every bride will want to look her best on that special day. Lots of arrangements and preparations are done starting from months before the big day. The best wedding dressed is bought, some even opt the pleasure to buy the most expensive dress one may find as they can brag about it to the guest later on. The best shoes, best hair-do, worst brides maid dresses (this is very true as the bride never wants her bridesmaids to look better than she does. All is taken care of except for the bride’s make-up. Honestly, the bride may look like a very pretty lady naturally, yet make-up is still necessary! Most brides however fail to have make-up testing like how they have food testing! Anyway, the food may still turn out awful though there was food tasting, why not the make-up? Experimenting the make-up on the big day is a very huge mistake! Some look really awful on their wedding day due to the bad sense of make-up by their make-up artist. Another aunt of mine had to deal with this when she got married. Actually, she did look fine, the only drawback was when the photographs of their wedding dinner came, she looked like a white ghost! Too much of foundation and powder! What a disaster for their wedding dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, many of you might not have realized all this problems going on in a wedding. The next time you attend one, try to pay attention. See what is really going on and how things start to turn upside down one by one. It would be a good experience, as you may prepare yourself for your own big day without having to go through all this problems!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146751303424049369-5125545373795980461?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/5125545373795980461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/02/hardest-to-accept-in-ones-life-is-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/5125545373795980461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/5125545373795980461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/02/hardest-to-accept-in-ones-life-is-death.html' title='The Many Possible Things That May Go Wrong in a Wedding'/><author><name>Ms Layveeniea A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683386083539534143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGns8EC_XSo/Se7RvHuOctI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEQ-mP7PWlk/S220/Phone+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146751303424049369.post-1029992735497809863</id><published>2010-01-05T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:55:32.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Meetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Meetings can be very funny sometimes. Most of the time during a meeting, nobody knows exactly what's going on. Some jokers sleep in a meeting. Another group has a notebook in front togeether with a pen and it may look like they are taking down the minutes, only after further inspection it is noticed that they are actually sketching the meeting room. When a guy who is really following the meeting asks a question, the person answering doesn't answer the question but merely beats round the bush to convey the fact that 'I don't know what the hell you are talking about!' this whole situation goes on for an hour or two until one wise man realises the whole crap and decides to call for an end to the meeting. In conclusion, nothing is achieved but precious time is wasted!&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/4146751303424049369-1029992735497809863?l=layveeniea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/feeds/1029992735497809863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://layveeniea.blogspot.com/2010/01/meetings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146751303424049369/posts/default/1029992735497809863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml'
