<?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-8464116445258378511</id><updated>2011-12-28T09:18:18.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pros and cons of breathing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8464116445258378511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178800458500928892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVBxBBmZZA/TbmcIGcSfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RF_XDKrfjXg/s220/207686_10150151621888863_613268862_6715659_6488920_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-748511349835085400</id><published>2011-06-23T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:21:05.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS SHIT GETS OLD</title><content type='html'>is this how we stand right now?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boyfriends, girlfriends, flings, flirts, classes, money, face saving, grudges, inconveniences are more important than spending abit of time with close friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm tired of being the only one taking the initiative of staying in touch and meeting up. i'm sick of being rejected and being labeled as low priority in your life. Sick of being treated as a third wheel and a nuisance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when was the last time we had a heart to heart talk? when was the last time we planned and went for a trip together? when was the last time we had a sleepover? when was the last time you asked me out? when was the last time we talked on the phone? you didn't even call on my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm trying really hard not to lose you, but this shit gets old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in case you haven't realized, we are drifting apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8464116445258378511-748511349835085400?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/feeds/748511349835085400/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVBxBBmZZA/TbmcIGcSfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RF_XDKrfjXg/s220/207686_10150151621888863_613268862_6715659_6488920_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-8818698891982565413</id><published>2011-04-27T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:10:58.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things i wish i could say to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;dear you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you were someone so different from the people i've met. so indecisive, so unattainable. there was never a right way to get you, never a right move, never a right thing to say because you were always changing your mind, and i hate that about you. i told you that i wanted you so badly at that time was because i couldn't have you, which might be true, but i conveniently left out the part i think i could have really fallen for you if we really got together. And even though our personalities are so not compatible, you never know, maybe you would have been something i'll be good at. somehow i still think that we could be good together. And another thing, i think you kinda stole a piece of my heart unintentionally, and i'm not sure if i got it back because it hurts when i miss you a lot.  you're like a scar on my arm, every time i see you, i remember every detail of what happened between us. i don't think i'll ever get over you fully. but you know what, i'm finally content with what we are now, close friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &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" &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" &gt;diane&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/8464116445258378511-8818698891982565413?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/feeds/8818698891982565413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8464116445258378511&amp;postID=8818698891982565413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8464116445258378511/posts/default/8818698891982565413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8464116445258378511/posts/default/8818698891982565413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/2011/04/things-i-wish-i-could-say-to-you.html' title='things i wish i could say to you'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178800458500928892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVBxBBmZZA/TbmcIGcSfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RF_XDKrfjXg/s220/207686_10150151621888863_613268862_6715659_6488920_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-8319987325380154607</id><published>2010-02-04T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:22:01.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is always patient and kind: it is never jealous;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; is never boastful or conceited;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offence, and is not resentful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in the truth; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; does not come to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First letter of St Paul to the Corinthians [13:4-8]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8464116445258378511-8319987325380154607?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/feeds/8319987325380154607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8464116445258378511&amp;postID=8319987325380154607' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8464116445258378511/posts/default/8319987325380154607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8464116445258378511/posts/default/8319987325380154607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/2010/02/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178800458500928892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVBxBBmZZA/TbmcIGcSfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RF_XDKrfjXg/s220/207686_10150151621888863_613268862_6715659_6488920_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-4260419062143792777</id><published>2010-01-26T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:55:38.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broaden your mind and the world may not seem so cruel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once upon a time,there was a sales assistant working in a shoe shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was no customers in the shop at that moment,so she just stood there day-dreaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When her supervisor came out of the store room and saw that some display shoes were not arranged properly,she scolded the sales assistant for not doing her job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although scolding that sales assistant might seem cruel because it was only a small mistake,bt it was fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For if the manager saw the display shoes so untidy,the supervisor will get a scolding.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;But she did nothing wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because in return the manager will get yelled at by the marketing manager if she came to check on the shop that day. But honestly,&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;did the manager did anything wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you see,messy display models may affect sales, and when sales drop. who does the board of directer blames?the marketing manager ofcourse. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;But she did nothing wrong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All this went through the young sales assistant's mind as she was rearanging the display shoes, and she smiled to herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She went home and thank God that this world is nt cruel because her has an open mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8464116445258378511-4260419062143792777?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVBxBBmZZA/TbmcIGcSfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RF_XDKrfjXg/s220/207686_10150151621888863_613268862_6715659_6488920_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-857292157130499032</id><published>2009-06-26T23:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:17:31.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SkT0K7J3RVI/AAAAAAAAACo/CTXiybkm_Hw/s1600-h/A031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SkT0K7J3RVI/AAAAAAAAACo/CTXiybkm_Hw/s320/A031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351670725737923922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;18th of june 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i arrived at Jengka for the sukan remaja kontigen tournament.&lt;br /&gt;a 6 day event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;20th of june 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received a text message from mother,it read&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus called your small tortoise to heaven today"&lt;br /&gt;tortoise are hardy creatures,they don't just die like that.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was just sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;21st of june 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received another message concerning my little tortoise,it read&lt;br /&gt;"your tortoise is confirm dead,its shell is broken"&lt;br /&gt;a sudden sense of worry went over me,how could this be?&lt;br /&gt;still i refuse to believe the words written on that message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;22nd of june 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another message was delivered to me about my poor tortoise,it read&lt;br /&gt;"it's not moving,do you want me to bury it"&lt;br /&gt;anger rose over me.i replied&lt;br /&gt;"don't do anything until i get back"&lt;br /&gt;it can't be dead.&lt;br /&gt;i was still in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;23rd of june 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second i reached home,i ran up to my room.&lt;br /&gt;there it laid,it was definitely dead.&lt;br /&gt;i felt scared and devastated.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to cry,but couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;if i did'nt see it with my own eyes,i would not have believed it.&lt;br /&gt;i confirmed it's death and buried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;may you rest in peace,my little tortoise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8464116445258378511-857292157130499032?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/feeds/857292157130499032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8464116445258378511&amp;postID=857292157130499032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8464116445258378511/posts/default/857292157130499032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8464116445258378511/posts/default/857292157130499032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip.html' title='R.I.P'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178800458500928892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVBxBBmZZA/TbmcIGcSfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RF_XDKrfjXg/s220/207686_10150151621888863_613268862_6715659_6488920_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SkT0K7J3RVI/AAAAAAAAACo/CTXiybkm_Hw/s72-c/A031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-8123780196637775569</id><published>2009-06-11T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:45:29.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop giving excuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what exactly is "our fate"?&lt;br /&gt;with love,work and life itself,&lt;br /&gt;most of us believe that our path has been lay out for us from the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;that our future is written in the stars or something.&lt;br /&gt;it is not wrong to think this way,but i think it has a limit.&lt;br /&gt;because a lot of people use this theory as an excuse to their uselessness.&lt;br /&gt;unsuccessful people,losers and cheaters all together.&lt;br /&gt;these people have this mentality that it is their destiny that they are what they are today.&lt;br /&gt;because it is much easier to just blame it on the gods for our failures,right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is much easier to put the fault on lady luck for bumping into your girlfriend's best friend when you were making out with another girl in the hall way of some club.&lt;br /&gt;it is loads easier to blame genetics for failing every subject you took for SPM,because you were just not born smart enough.&lt;br /&gt;it is a hundred times easier to put the blame on the injustice of humans when you lose your final match in a basketball tournament because of the referee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say it's all bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;grow up and take responsibility of your failures.&lt;br /&gt;if you don't want to get caught cheating,then don't cheat.because prevention is better than cure.&lt;br /&gt;if you want to pass your tests,just study harder. because you have a brain just like everybody else,so use it.&lt;br /&gt;if you want to 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href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-giving-excuses.html' title='stop giving excuses'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178800458500928892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVBxBBmZZA/TbmcIGcSfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RF_XDKrfjXg/s220/207686_10150151621888863_613268862_6715659_6488920_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-3512730109704290763</id><published>2009-06-07T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:01:37.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not anymore by Letoya Luckett</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is dedicated to..&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, well if your feeling like I'm feeling,&lt;br /&gt;then this is dedicated to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been the super girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Let you think that nothing bother me&lt;br /&gt;Like when you go out with your friends&lt;br /&gt;And people bring me back the stories&lt;br /&gt;The stories bout them other girls&lt;br /&gt;Bout this one, and that one, and those three&lt;br /&gt;So when I ask a simple question&lt;br /&gt;"Where were you last night?"&lt;br /&gt;You wanna yell and scream and try to flip it on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No..&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody else just fed up?&lt;br /&gt;If you heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;Then right where you are just get up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody say, I don't want it anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it anymore&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've dried my eyes and I realized&lt;br /&gt;I deserve somebody that'll treat me right&lt;br /&gt;Somebody say, I don't want it anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it anymore&lt;br /&gt;Because I know my word so you can keep&lt;br /&gt;That drama, I don't want it anymore&lt;br /&gt;not anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; no more settling for less&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for that kind of man&lt;br /&gt;That's gonna give his best, cause I'm giving my best&lt;br /&gt;A man that wants to cherish this&lt;br /&gt;And knows exactly how to woo me&lt;br /&gt;Not some silly little boy&lt;br /&gt;Who wants my goodies cause he took me to the movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is dedicated to(better leave in a day)&lt;br /&gt;This, this, this is dedicated to(wipe the tears from my face)&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, well if you feeling like I'm feeling,&lt;br /&gt;then this is dedicated to you (if you feel me say)&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/8464116445258378511-3512730109704290763?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/feeds/3512730109704290763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVBxBBmZZA/TbmcIGcSfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RF_XDKrfjXg/s220/207686_10150151621888863_613268862_6715659_6488920_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-7419828333714890768</id><published>2009-05-30T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:12:48.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a year ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tell me..&lt;br /&gt;do you remember the wonderful times we had?&lt;br /&gt;because it was more than a year ago when we hold hands and laughed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you recall the feeling of holding me in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;for that feeling has been absent for more than a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you forgotten the last time our lips touched?&lt;br /&gt;for more than a year ago that meeting of our lips happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember the tears i shed for you?&lt;br /&gt;for a year later the tears have dried,but the memory of you leaving me is still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me..&lt;br /&gt;do you remember that i loved you..&lt;br /&gt;a year ago..&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/8464116445258378511-7419828333714890768?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/feeds/7419828333714890768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8464116445258378511&amp;postID=7419828333714890768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8464116445258378511/posts/default/7419828333714890768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8464116445258378511/posts/default/7419828333714890768'/><link 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worse?&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that i did differently was that i called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; for help.&lt;br /&gt;i could'nt take matters in my own hands for i laked experience.&lt;br /&gt;i did not have a clue what to do.&lt;br /&gt;so i ask for help from somebody that'll know how to handle the situation,from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yes,i inconvenienced &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. i apologies to you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but does that mean &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; can treat me like shit by screaming at me?&lt;br /&gt;i understand,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; don't owe me a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;then it is only fair that i don't owe &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; the right to scold me nor advise me either.&lt;br /&gt;especially when &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are no saint yourself.&lt;br /&gt;for nobody owes anybody anything.&lt;br /&gt;not even family.&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/8464116445258378511-4866532397293137380?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/feeds/4866532397293137380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8464116445258378511&amp;postID=4866532397293137380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8464116445258378511/posts/default/4866532397293137380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8464116445258378511/posts/default/4866532397293137380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/2009/05/hurt.html' title='hurt'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178800458500928892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVBxBBmZZA/TbmcIGcSfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RF_XDKrfjXg/s220/207686_10150151621888863_613268862_6715659_6488920_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-3951472481236788514</id><published>2009-05-22T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:08:28.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>伤</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我从家里出发去&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;bunny&lt;/span&gt;姐的家载她&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;然后就去海边一起吃麦当当&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;吃得来 谈得来 都大概&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;3.45pm&lt;/span&gt;了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;载了&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;bunny&lt;/span&gt;姐回&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我就打算去我家附近的&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;setali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;打包午餐给哥哥和妈妈&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;到了那里 看到对面有&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;parking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;就很兴奋 没看车&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;就将吃进对面马路&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;对面马路的&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;waja&lt;/span&gt;来不及停了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我的车又已经吃进马路的一半了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;就将撞下去了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;双方的大灯都爆了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;他的 左边&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我的 右边&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;他 一个二十多岁的男人&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;下车 已经是打着电话给同党了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;他看看自己的车撞到几严重&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我不知道要怎么办&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;手振 脚振 拿起电话打给哥哥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;他 "要不要报警 保险公司赔钱"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我 "我不懂 我哥来着"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;越来越多三八人开始围着他&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;问他 然后又问我&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"你们打算怎样&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;settle&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我 "在等我哥来"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;越来越多&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;callmen&lt;/span&gt;来到现场了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;整班男人 我一个女子&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;他们就开始讲&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"你现在有两个选择罢了 报警还是赔钱咯"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我 "我哥要到了"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;哥终于到了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;哥下车跟他们谈&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我就在他车隔壁等他&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;谈完了 上车 去&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;mudguard&lt;/span&gt;问价钱&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;哥 "是你的错 赔定了"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;修他的车 &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;rm750&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;修我的车 &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;rm850++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;妈妈要我陪一半&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我破残了 伤&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8464116445258378511-3951472481236788514?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/feeds/3951472481236788514/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVBxBBmZZA/TbmcIGcSfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RF_XDKrfjXg/s220/207686_10150151621888863_613268862_6715659_6488920_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-2045284039434849223</id><published>2009-04-24T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:16:38.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hari keusahawan</title><content type='html'>every year our school will have a 'hari kantin' where each class has to set up a stall and sell some kind of food. but there is some changes this year. 'hari kantin' become 'hari keusahawan' and instead of all the classes setting up stalls,it has changed each cocuriculum units set up a stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me,jun wei,bunny jie,edrene,foong yee and swee ching were in charge of the basketball club's stall. we sold wedges,popiah and fried ghost. we were only allowed to start selling at 10.10am,but somehow the students managed to get out of class early and were already queing up by 9 something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the que infront of our stall was already building up. everithing was sold finish by 11am. that day's minus our modal,our total profit was only rm130. not much,but i guess its still ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8464116445258378511-2045284039434849223?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVBxBBmZZA/TbmcIGcSfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RF_XDKrfjXg/s220/207686_10150151621888863_613268862_6715659_6488920_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-5826318908823359479</id><published>2009-04-19T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:37:21.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody owes you anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;nobody &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; carter to your need,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nobody &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; give in to your whims and fancies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nobody &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; see eye to eye with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nobody &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; led you a helping hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nobody &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; give a damn about your feelings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nobody &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; make life easier for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nobody &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; be your hero,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nobody &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; share their half  with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nobody &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; led you a shoulder to cry on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because nobody &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;owes&lt;/span&gt; you that privilege.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not even &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;family&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/8464116445258378511-5826318908823359479?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVBxBBmZZA/TbmcIGcSfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RF_XDKrfjXg/s220/207686_10150151621888863_613268862_6715659_6488920_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-1354681976914798815</id><published>2009-03-25T13:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:24:53.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my poker face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the growling of the bus engine and the soft music eminting from the only one earphone on my right ear grew steadily clearer. my senses started to return to its normal state as i drew out of dreamland. the bus was still dark and quiet,but sunlight was already creeping through the gaps of the curtains. the great ball of fire that brings life to mankind rose slowly from the horizen. as all creation of God reponded to the stimulus of the sunlight and awaken from sweet slumber,my sleepy schoolmates did the same too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;serounded by so many friends,but instead of feeling joyful a sense of lingering sadness was in me throughout the trip. the reason for this i could not find. i tried to rid myself from it,but failure was the end result. i felt i was a burden that my fellow friends had to carry,i put on a fake smile to lighten this burden. did they notice the difference?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i put on &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my poker face&lt;/span&gt; just like the so many people i know. decive others so that my true feelings cant be seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8464116445258378511-1354681976914798815?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/feeds/1354681976914798815/comments/default' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVBxBBmZZA/TbmcIGcSfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RF_XDKrfjXg/s220/207686_10150151621888863_613268862_6715659_6488920_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-7683404252733703723</id><published>2009-03-16T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:38:53.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我们是傻瓜</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;其实他/她做的坏事&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我们都懂&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;没有什么不同&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;眼光闪烁&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;暧昧流动&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;闭上眼当作听说&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;其实别人的招数&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我们都懂&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;没有什么不同&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;故作软弱&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;撒娇害羞&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;只是有一点憋扭&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;傻瓜也许单纯得多&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;爱得没那么做作&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;爱上了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我不保留&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;傻瓜&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我们都一样&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;被爱情伤了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;又伤&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;相信这个他/她&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;不一样&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;却又再一次受伤&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;傻瓜&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我们都一样&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;受了伤&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;也不投降&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;相信付出会&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;有代价&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;代价&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;只是一句&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;傻瓜&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/8464116445258378511-7683404252733703723?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/feeds/7683404252733703723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8464116445258378511&amp;postID=7683404252733703723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8464116445258378511/posts/default/7683404252733703723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8464116445258378511/posts/default/7683404252733703723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='我们是傻瓜'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178800458500928892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVBxBBmZZA/TbmcIGcSfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RF_XDKrfjXg/s220/207686_10150151621888863_613268862_6715659_6488920_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-4620811808344221434</id><published>2009-03-07T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:16:19.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>b'day 2009</title><content type='html'>i turned 17 the second the clock struck 12am on thursday. my handphone starts beeping which wakes me up from sweet slumber. what a wonderful beginning to my b'day with b'day wishes from my friendies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right before the break of dawn,i awaken again but this time the culprit was my alarm. reluctant to get out of bed,i pressed on the snooze button as usual(about 4 times). finally,after lazing on my bed for 20 minutes,i got up and made my way to the bathroom. the sky was still pitch black and silent like in the dead of night. i did my usual morning routine and went downstairs to have my breakfast before setting off to school. as i passed through the living room,i noticed that my mother was already siting on the sofa with her eyes closed,waiting for me. i entered the kitchen,and there they were,two half boiled eggs ready to be eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the journey to 5C class seemed shortened that morning,maybe it was because i was subconsciously walking faster than usual for my mind was busy imaging what they had planed for my b'day. i told myself that i was not going to get my hopes up this year and expect to much from them. but the thing is they let slip that they already planed something for me,i just don't know what is it yet. all was normal as i reached the classroom,accept for the white umbrella on my desk. i later learned that it was my b'day present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to leave the school early and head to SMKTP to play our last match in the MSSD basketball tournament. on the way there,the van stoped in front of A1 mini market and our captain(bunny jie) got down and bought muffins and a lollipop. she stuck the lollipop on one of the muffins and asked the whole van to sing a birthday song to me(aiyo..made me so pai seh). i was caught off guard and did'nt know how to react,so i just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we knew that at the end of that match the yellow score sheet would belong to us which means we won't be able to make it to the semifinals,that was why we knew that was dead end for the 2009 SMKTA team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blazing sun made sweat steam down our faces as we were waiting for the tug-of-war teams to gather their teamates. i was one of the Dang Anum team members. i was standing around minding my own bussnis when with no sign at all,Pn Yong and a group of my friends(lead by bunny jie) started singing a birthday song to me(aiyo..pai seh second time already). they laughed their heads off at my shocked face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little birdy told me that they planed a suprise party for me that night,so that ruined the suprise. but no harm done,it did'nt make it less special for i knew that u all had put alot of effort in it. i arrived home that night with cream all over my face,the smelled like firecrackers and a stomach full of barbequed chicken wings. i was exhausted,but happier than ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8464116445258378511-4620811808344221434?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/feeds/4620811808344221434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVBxBBmZZA/TbmcIGcSfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RF_XDKrfjXg/s220/207686_10150151621888863_613268862_6715659_6488920_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-9006763634974438765</id><published>2009-02-26T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:37:02.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i doudted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Our doubts are traitors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And makes us lose the good we oft might win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By fearing to attempt." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; william shakespeare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i made a stupid mistake yesterday when i decided not to go for the 400m finals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tought to myself "i only got sencond in the qualifying round,means there's no way i'll get the gold medal. plus,the girls wearing state jerseys looks very intimidating." i doubted that i could even get third place,so i did'nt even show up for the finals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the afternoon,i got a message from cheryl saying that my timing for the qualifying round was faster than the girl that got third place. so if i had gone for the finals and put more efford,maybe i could have even got sencond place. what a shame right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well what's done is done,so no point regreting over it now. i'll try my best in the 4x400m,hopefully i'll get a chance to redeem myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8464116445258378511-9006763634974438765?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/feeds/9006763634974438765/comments/default' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVBxBBmZZA/TbmcIGcSfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RF_XDKrfjXg/s220/207686_10150151621888863_613268862_6715659_6488920_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-3072460454989367087</id><published>2009-02-25T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:52:58.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V'day  2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;no flowers,no gifts,no valentine but no disapointment either.&lt;br /&gt;when you don't treat something &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; it does not seem &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in order for something to be &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;,you have to think that it is &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i treated v'day like any other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perhaps this was why i did'nt feel unhappy at the absence of romance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the contrary,it was a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; day for me,but for a different reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes something may only seem &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; to one person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the presence of this &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; thing can enlighten that one person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i spent the whole day with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perhaps this was why that day felt &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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2009'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178800458500928892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVBxBBmZZA/TbmcIGcSfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RF_XDKrfjXg/s220/207686_10150151621888863_613268862_6715659_6488920_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-8468121623642142203</id><published>2009-02-25T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:15:15.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>轨迹 - 周杰伦</title><content type='html'>怎么隐藏 我的悲伤&lt;br /&gt;失去妳的地方&lt;br /&gt;妳的发香 散的匆忙&lt;br /&gt;我已经跟不上&lt;br /&gt;闭上眼睛 还能看见&lt;br /&gt;你离去的痕迹&lt;br /&gt;在月光下 一直找寻&lt;br /&gt;那想念的身影&lt;br /&gt;如果说分手 是苦痛的起点&lt;br /&gt;那在终点之前&lt;br /&gt;我愿意再爱一遍&lt;br /&gt;想要对妳说的 不敢说的爱&lt;br /&gt;会不会有人可以明白&lt;br /&gt;我会发着呆 然后忘记你&lt;br /&gt;接着紧紧闭上眼&lt;br /&gt;想着那一天 会有人代替&lt;br /&gt;让我不再想念你&lt;br /&gt;我会发着呆 然后微微笑&lt;br /&gt;接着紧紧闭上眼&lt;br /&gt;又想那一年 妳温柔的脸&lt;br /&gt;在我忘记之前&lt;br /&gt;心里那眼泪 模糊了视线&lt;br /&gt;你已经看不见&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;每次听这首歌 都会想起你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8464116445258378511-8468121623642142203?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/feeds/8468121623642142203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8464116445258378511&amp;postID=8468121623642142203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8464116445258378511/posts/default/8468121623642142203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8464116445258378511/posts/default/8468121623642142203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='轨迹 - 周杰伦'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178800458500928892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVBxBBmZZA/TbmcIGcSfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RF_XDKrfjXg/s220/207686_10150151621888863_613268862_6715659_6488920_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-8969109959882155167</id><published>2008-12-13T01:08:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:39:59.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday job</title><content type='html'>i manage to get a job as a u-mobile promoter. hu-ray for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;27th - 30th nov 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the first&lt;/span&gt; road show was at giant.  at the same time celcom,maxis and digi were also doing road shows. it was tough competition. my friends and i were under the company "uniqphone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;first day&lt;/span&gt;,i only sold 2 simpacks. that was when i realized i really suck at selling stuff. but i still had some fighting spirit in me,so i did not give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;second day&lt;/span&gt;,although still dreadful,but i did slightly better with 5 simpacks sold. after work that day,our boss(the boss of uniqphone) treated us supper at a restorent at taman tas. our boss gave us a kind of pep-talk and promised us he will double our pay if we reach our target the next day,which is 100 simpacks. yes,we were under quite a lot of pressure considering we only sold 33 simpacks that day and we were only a team of 3,but we were still very determined to meet that target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;third day&lt;/span&gt;,with the help of our boss' personal salesman(he was like a super simpack selling machine),we almost met our target. we sold a total of 91 simpacks. although we did not really meet the target,our boss still gave us each rm100 pay for the day. we,in our happy mood which results in good appetite walloped down our supper at high speed at 'duku langsat' courtesy of our boss again. another pep-talk was given by our boss and our new target also. not suprised,he wanted us to sell off all the remainder simpacks,which was about 180 of them. although i was already prepared for it,but somehow it was still a bit hard to believe that he would really give us such a high target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;forth day&lt;/span&gt;,the last of the road show there. it was like a mad house that day,with simpacks and registration forms flying all around the place. but believe or not,we managed to sell off all 180 simpacks. we were treated to western food that night and got our rm100 pay for the day again. well fed plus a bit richer, i went home i happy soul that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SVpsZsc0iDI/AAAAAAAAABY/agk-vouPfXs/s1600-h/1_916289403l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SVpsZsc0iDI/AAAAAAAAABY/agk-vouPfXs/s320/1_916289403l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285656301357271090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.                                                         &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;uniqphones promoters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SVpr9oJP_XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BlgxjUfs2M4/s1600-h/1_578023163l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SVpr9oJP_XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BlgxjUfs2M4/s320/1_578023163l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285655819165105522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                           &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;diane baobei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;4th - 8th dec 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second road show was at kuantan parade and pikom pc fair at berjaya megamall. this time we were under another company "LB mobile".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;first and second day&lt;/span&gt;,i was stationed at kuantan parade while all the top salesman were sent to megamall. honestly,those two days were a real dull affair. very few people go to kuantan parade means very few customers. luckily we got to go to bintang walk on the night of the second day,if not i would not have sold a single simpack that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;third day&lt;/span&gt;,i was stationed at megamall. because some of the top salesman were not doing that good over there,our boss decided to put us there instead. the place was hustling and bustling unlike our previous venue. so we managed to produce quite a decent sales report that day. funny,for some reason our boss was very pleased with me,poo yien and ya lun. maybe it was because we sold almost 50 simpacks that day. but honestly,i did'nt do much,mostly i just stood around. wondered why our boss gave me a bonus too,which was rm20(wakakaka). i guess it literally pays to have great salesmans as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;forth day&lt;/span&gt;,megamall was in its usual packed state. it was the last day of the pc fair,so everybody was doing their last minute pc stuff shopping while we continue to sell our simpacks,everybody went on with their merry lives.at the end of the day,we passed up yet another satisfying sales report,150 simpacks sold. after packing up everything,we went up to "aluha" for karaoke,courtesy of our big big boss. although our eardrums were severely damaged,but we had a great time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SVpsrJnwQcI/AAAAAAAAABg/AAqYKiB7jkQ/s1600-h/1_895514644l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SVpsrJnwQcI/AAAAAAAAABg/AAqYKiB7jkQ/s320/1_895514644l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285656601245532610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                           &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;group picture!!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SVptRrHdcGI/AAAAAAAAABo/Jg8ezEDbufQ/s1600-h/1_756743721l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SVptRrHdcGI/AAAAAAAAABo/Jg8ezEDbufQ/s320/1_756743721l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285657263071916130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;group picture at aluha!!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SVprQW_OFVI/AAAAAAAAABA/fao7FwVKWgw/s1600-h/1_930531592l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SVprQW_OFVI/AAAAAAAAABA/fao7FwVKWgw/s320/1_930531592l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285655041465521490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;yien diane baobei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;fifth day&lt;/span&gt;,we were stationed back at kuantan parade again. everybody was practically bored to death. luckily we finished work early that day and went to "sushi king" for dinner,courtesy of our boss. have you ever been to sushi king and you could order what ever you liked and did'nt have to care if the bill sky rockets? that day was a HAPPY day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SVp36NPKuqI/AAAAAAAAACI/PjzZ15DymPE/s1600-h/1_831815798l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SVp36NPKuqI/AAAAAAAAACI/PjzZ15DymPE/s320/1_831815798l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285668954542095010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the picture of happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;22nd dec 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the u-mobile teh tarik crew visited teluk chempedak and kemaman kopitiam(the 1 oposite of megamall)&lt;br /&gt;we started work in the evening. if you ask me,both venue were crappy places to have a road show. at tc the wind was so strong that it was practically blowing us off course when approaching customers. but it did'nt make much difference since there were'nt many people there to sell to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SVp2-k73eqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pjEW1_mxBas/s1600-h/1_740072089l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SVp2-k73eqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pjEW1_mxBas/s320/1_740072089l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285667930111441570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;at TC ,our hair are all messed up because of the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after 10pm,we set off to kemaman kopitiam,another idiotic place. when we arrive there(around 15 promoters),it took us i think about 5 minutes to finished selling to everybody there(including the workers). as the dj continued to rock the place,we went on foot to pursuit the next potential location for selling our simpacks. we went as far as our feet could go,we managed to sell a few more before heading back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SVp3b6UOAhI/AAAAAAAAACA/trQ9s2578pw/s1600-h/1_965735285l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SVp3b6UOAhI/AAAAAAAAACA/trQ9s2578pw/s320/1_965735285l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285668434066932242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;group picture!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SVp2ZPaSlXI/AAAAAAAAABw/6dUYGB5p4yU/s1600-h/1_651877585l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SVp2ZPaSlXI/AAAAAAAAABw/6dUYGB5p4yU/s320/1_651877585l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285667288678307186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DJ,only 20 years old leh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well besides,&lt;br /&gt;rejected by customers,getting scolded by customers,embarrassed by customers,arguing with customers,being shooed by customers,pressured by our bosses,working long hours,leg pains and headaches it was a great holiday job. love my bosses and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;vicky jie&lt;/span&gt;(our nai ma). all in all,i had a lot of fun working with everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8464116445258378511-8969109959882155167?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/feeds/8969109959882155167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8464116445258378511&amp;postID=8969109959882155167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8464116445258378511/posts/default/8969109959882155167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8464116445258378511/posts/default/8969109959882155167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-job.html' title='holiday job'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178800458500928892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVBxBBmZZA/TbmcIGcSfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RF_XDKrfjXg/s220/207686_10150151621888863_613268862_6715659_6488920_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SVpsZsc0iDI/AAAAAAAAABY/agk-vouPfXs/s72-c/1_916289403l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-300315931760114636</id><published>2008-11-18T13:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:00:44.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>under 16 - 2008</title><content type='html'>the Ti Lian Ker cup (under 16 tournament) ended on the 16th of November.&lt;br /&gt;after a week and a half of matches,the He Fa Wu Jing team rose as champions of the girls category and the Sukan Makmur team rose as champions of the boys category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;our 1st day of training was tiring because we had to run 2.4km,but besides that it was pretty lame training. the coach mostly concentrated on the boys only. our 2nd day of training was also quite boring,but at the end of the training we played a game with the boys. it was kind of like a free throw shoot out,and we won hands down. we only had 2 days of training because tournament was on the 19th,so that sums up the training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SUKXUox62HI/AAAAAAAAAAw/I4NsKgS-9Ck/s1600-h/Image096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SUKXUox62HI/AAAAAAAAAAw/I4NsKgS-9Ck/s320/Image096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278948094031616114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            after our last day of training.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SUKXT89E22I/AAAAAAAAAAo/7Pry-4z3-dI/s1600-h/Image097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SUKXT89E22I/AAAAAAAAAAo/7Pry-4z3-dI/s320/Image097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278948082267249506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        yoo....kunatan girl team like that de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night before setting off for Benta in Kuala Lipis,we had a sending off ceremony at Hoi Tin Lau. its just a normal dinner only,nothing special. we set off on wednesday morning to benta. the bus took detours to pick up and drop off passengers so it took us about 5 hours to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing we did when we got there was check in to the 'benta river view hotel'. then we went for lunch and took a nap. our first match was against bentong at 5pm. we lost. only sounds of soft breathing and the rumbling of cars that passed us by could be heard during our walk back to the hotel. losing our first match,can anything be more discouraging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SUKYO7MoBvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ao4pGaZ1RXE/s1600-h/Image103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6GXewLrAObE/SUKYO7MoBvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ao4pGaZ1RXE/s320/Image103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278949095407879922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after opening ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;our 2nd match was against lipis. we won hands down. with our spirits high we gambled,gang semi-rape all our teammates,had a pillow fight and played truth or dare. in the middle of our game of truth or dare,the electricity went out. so instead of staying in the dark and humid room,we went outside. we talked for a couple of hours before returning back to the darkness of the hotel. by that time it was already the wee hours of the morning,so everybody drifted into sound sleep in the matter of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the electricity was still out when we woke up at noon. the weather was getting hotter. after going for lunch our coach forbid  us from going anywhere.  we had to stay in the hotel and rest. but it was like being in an oven in our hotel room,so some of us had to result to taking off our shirts just to prevent ourselves from fainting. our 3rd match was against raub. we won again. after the boy's match,our sponsor brought us to dinner. well fed we went back to the hotel with smiling faces. we decided to have an organized pillow fight complete with  fouls and penalties. we recorded it down(only available on a few handphones). at 11am our coach confiscated all our handphones,because our match was scheduled at 9am the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our final and most important match was against cameron highlands. sadly,we lost.  as we sat beside the court with our heads down,our coach lectured us. totally aware that we are in the wrong,nobody spoke back to him. our eyes just remained fixed to the ground,unable to find the courage to face him. after discussing a time for future training,we were dismissed. we packed our things and left the hotel for the bus stop at 3pm. our early departure resulted in our absence during the boy's finals and the closing ceremony. we waited...waited...and waited. it was 4.35pm already and still no sign of any bus approaching. we have waited for one and a half hours,and waiting at that bus stop was no joy. the heat was practically cooking us alive. everybody started getting frustrated,so our p sao had no choice but to call up the bus company. it turns out the bus was only going to leave lipis at 4.45pm and it take half an hour for the bus to get to benta. we still had about half an hour to kill,so we went to the court to catch a glimpse of the final match. disappointed,kunatan boys lost. the bus finally arrived at 5.20pm. in the bus,as most of us were in sweet slumber,some of them were gambling away. we reached kuantan at about 9.30pm. we said our goodbyes and parted with heavy hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8464116445258378511-300315931760114636?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/feeds/300315931760114636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8464116445258378511&amp;postID=300315931760114636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-2304708098238306104</id><published>2008-11-15T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:00:04.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beating of my broken heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't care what they say,i am in love with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;this was what i told myself over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;ignore the advices of fellow friends.&lt;br /&gt;i believed that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; heart was still mine.&lt;br /&gt;i became vulnerable to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;my heart was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;your's&lt;/span&gt; for the taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; flaws were invincible to me,&lt;br /&gt;only &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; goodness shone in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;it was obvious that the cons won over pros if i were to be with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but still it did not stop me from falling for&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;love is blind,&lt;br /&gt;i believe in that saying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can find a million reasons not to trust &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but it only takes one to make me trust &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; heart to be mine again.&lt;br /&gt;"i do love you"&lt;br /&gt;this was what you said to me.&lt;br /&gt;was it sincere and true?&lt;br /&gt;i doubt every word of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew i should not have gave &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; my heart,&lt;br /&gt;leave my heart unprotected to a predator like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;when i found out the truth,&lt;br /&gt;can &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; hear the beating of my broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;it has become weak and impaired,&lt;br /&gt;in its dreaded state,&lt;br /&gt;its beats has lost its rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how long would i still survive if my heart continues to get damaged.&lt;br /&gt;teach me a way to close up from love,&lt;br /&gt;and shelter my heart from further harm.&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/8464116445258378511-2304708098238306104?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVBxBBmZZA/TbmcIGcSfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RF_XDKrfjXg/s220/207686_10150151621888863_613268862_6715659_6488920_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464116445258378511.post-1458763047973526465</id><published>2008-11-11T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:46:17.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what am i to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;"&gt;i hate the way &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; say my name like it's something secret.&lt;br /&gt;i am at the bottom of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; lists,your lowest priority.&lt;br /&gt;just like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; back up call,i wait for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; number to show up on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; managed to lure me into &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; trap with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; sweet talk.&lt;br /&gt;and i was stupid enough to fall for it.&lt;br /&gt;this should be a table for two,but i have a feeling that we are not a couple.&lt;br /&gt;meeting &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; may be the worst thing that has happened to me,&lt;br /&gt;but i do not have the power to undo what is done.&lt;br /&gt;so i pray to god to make &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; just a memory,&lt;br /&gt;for i want my heart to be in one piece when i find out the truth.&lt;br /&gt;to leave &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; in the past,i have tried.&lt;br /&gt;but as i stepped out of this horrid drama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; drag me back in to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; arms and convinced me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;in the comfort of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; arms and a gentle kiss from &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; lips,&lt;br /&gt;how could i resist.&lt;br /&gt;hundreds of promises &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; have made,but none fulfilled .&lt;br /&gt;and still i believe in the words &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; whispered in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;have &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; ever loved me?&lt;br /&gt;i know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;but do &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; love me now?&lt;br /&gt;is still a mystery yet to be solve.&lt;br /&gt;only an idiot would give &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; a second chance,trust in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;so call me an idiot,i know i deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am..&lt;br /&gt;waiting for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; call..&lt;br /&gt;waiting for&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;waiting again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8464116445258378511-1458763047973526465?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinx05.blogspot.com/feeds/1458763047973526465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8464116445258378511&amp;postID=1458763047973526465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;realization has finally struck me.&lt;br /&gt;we have at last accepted the fact that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; have never treated me as a real friend.&lt;br /&gt;we have been fooled to attend &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; masquerade,&lt;br /&gt;in which &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; put on masks to trick human eyes.&lt;br /&gt;you damage the hearts of others with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; words of hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; swindle &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; way into the minds of others,&lt;br /&gt;and brainwash them into thinking alike with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;at this ball only people of higher rank are worth &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; kindness and fake smiles.&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; eyes all that is visible are the repays &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; will receive for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; efforts.&lt;br /&gt;whoever that has no value to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; will criticize and stab their backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; do not listen to the reasoning of others fore &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; think only &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are in the right.&lt;br /&gt;and worst of all,the perfect person in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; opinion is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we have realized our stupidity and said fair well to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;as we leave &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; masquerade,the only souvenir we have is the memories of the misery and heartache &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; have caused us.&lt;br /&gt;the people who stay at this horrid ball should be called idiots,&lt;br /&gt;because that is the only word to describe people that have not seen through &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; disguise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8464116445258378511-3230489278279402631?l=jinx05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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