<?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-1284374023996033902</id><updated>2011-11-28T14:32:09.782+08:00</updated><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Hates'/><category term='Plain Thoughts'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='College Stuff'/><category term='Hangin out'/><title type='text'>Appley</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything Freshly Out of My Mind ©</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-1550409515003638518</id><published>2011-06-12T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T01:21:32.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plain Thoughts'/><title type='text'>my Crush since i was 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OMG... as soon as i seen these photos i just couldn't help myself from posting it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at him, he is H.O.T.... HOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yHW6rQdzztE/TfOi271ojXI/AAAAAAAAATA/IgOUx57Qhls/s1600/yhu-181-Edit-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yHW6rQdzztE/TfOi271ojXI/AAAAAAAAATA/IgOUx57Qhls/s320/yhu-181-Edit-1.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3AqPhZ0emw/TfOi4FW7YeI/AAAAAAAAATE/N6rimy_I1Aw/s1600/190667_10150115551192001_633457000_6999629_6895555_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3AqPhZ0emw/TfOi4FW7YeI/AAAAAAAAATE/N6rimy_I1Aw/s320/190667_10150115551192001_633457000_6999629_6895555_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284374023996033902-1550409515003638518?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/1550409515003638518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/1550409515003638518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-crush-since-i-was-15.html' title='my Crush since i was 15'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yHW6rQdzztE/TfOi271ojXI/AAAAAAAAATA/IgOUx57Qhls/s72-c/yhu-181-Edit-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-1253928403329158218</id><published>2011-04-16T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:10:20.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a certain Je Ne Sais Quo maybe?</title><content type='html'>I was trying to relax on a slow Saturday, there was juz too many&amp;nbsp;thing going on in my head... work, family, draft editing... &amp;nbsp;relax a while then i thought of photoshop, i don't really know why.... i juz thought of it... so i googled trying to find fun things to do with photoshop then i found this "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://10steps.sg/photoshop/creating-a-smoke-fading-effect/"&gt;Creating Smoke Effect&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Page&lt;/span&gt;" so i thought myself "HEY Whatheck rite! so i spent 2 hours on it and Voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4LCVBQwWgU/TamwYbFxaDI/AAAAAAAAASk/Pw5j1X70wCE/s1600/smokey+copy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4LCVBQwWgU/TamwYbFxaDI/AAAAAAAAASk/Pw5j1X70wCE/s320/smokey+copy2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well its kindda weird coz i kindda mixxed my own style into it.... hmmmm its something alright...&lt;br /&gt;sigh... mayb i can call it abstract...lolz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284374023996033902-1253928403329158218?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/1253928403329158218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/1253928403329158218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2011/04/certain-je-ne-sais-quo-maybe.html' title='a certain Je Ne Sais Quo maybe?'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4LCVBQwWgU/TamwYbFxaDI/AAAAAAAAASk/Pw5j1X70wCE/s72-c/smokey+copy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-6749141595313690475</id><published>2011-01-27T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T23:39:15.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Interpretation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Songs are the best remedy for the soul, but some people tend to limit the use of certain songs just because the music videos gives meaning to the song in a different way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Music videos are just an interpretation of what the music makers (composer/ lyricist/ the artiste themselves) about the lyrics/ what they are trying to say in that song... However as an individual everyone has thier own interpretation of certain words or situation. that's why some music makers does an abstract music video so that the audience will&amp;nbsp;interpret&amp;nbsp;their own meaning into it and try to relate to the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;For example&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/lBzZwh3BG0g/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lBzZwh3BG0g&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lBzZwh3BG0g&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One Republic-Apologize&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/onerepublic/apologize.html"&gt;--&amp;gt; Apologize Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In this M.V. One Republic wants the audience to make up&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;own meaning from the lyrics, so the video is directed to reveal their own interpretation in a&amp;nbsp;symbolical&amp;nbsp;way... they used certain things that symbolizes certain stuff... which gives the exact meaning to what they are trying to say. At the same time, the process where the audience tries to figure out how the M.V. relates to the lyrics thats where they will relate themselves to the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Simple Explaination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/hGCUBp6Chjs/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hGCUBp6Chjs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hGCUBp6Chjs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Jesse McCartney - Just so you know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/jessemccartney/justsoyouknow.html"&gt;--&amp;gt; Just so You Know Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If you just listen to the song (paying attention to the lyrics) you will get an impression where the song is about a guy tryin to confess his love but he just can't bring himself to do it...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The song expresses "Unspoken Love". You can think of many reason why he can't confess his love e.g. mix signal n stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;However when u c the M.V. they give you a reason why he can't confess his love (because she is his friend's girl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Some people try to limit the use of this Jesse McCartney Song by labeling it strictly for those situation where you fell in love with your best friend's girlfriend. people tend to forget the fact that the song can be seen in different angle &amp;nbsp;as long as its for any kind of unspoken love will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-PearL-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&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/1284374023996033902-6749141595313690475?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/6749141595313690475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/6749141595313690475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2011/01/song-interpretation.html' title='Song Interpretation'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-7082294528010479806</id><published>2011-01-27T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T02:48:26.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People tend to tell me or share their feelings and problems with me... it might be a "face problem" thing, but dun get me wrong, i love listening. The happy stuff, the sad stuff, and every thing in between, and i will alwayz have time to listen to all that saddnest and happinest in thier lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However when it comes to people like me... its naturally not easy or we just don't try to express or share deep stuff like that... to anyone,(its not good if we keep it in you might get a nervous breakdown) instead I used music to express as I listen to it; and at that moment the lyrics are like an advice at to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In other words Song are like a Remedy to the souls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284374023996033902-7082294528010479806?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/7082294528010479806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/7082294528010479806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-mind.html' title='I Don&apos;t Mind...'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-7051164820694994895</id><published>2010-12-02T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:02:58.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometime u juz like it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/TPZwfu_hqTI/AAAAAAAAASM/U9DFsntShRo/s1600/006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/TPZwfu_hqTI/AAAAAAAAASM/U9DFsntShRo/s320/006.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I dun like Zac Efron for many reasons... but this photo is juz too beautiful for me to ignore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284374023996033902-7051164820694994895?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/7051164820694994895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/7051164820694994895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometime-u-juz-like-it.html' title='sometime u juz like it...'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/TPZwfu_hqTI/AAAAAAAAASM/U9DFsntShRo/s72-c/006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-3027944671426076307</id><published>2010-09-11T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T18:51:49.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plain Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hates'/><title type='text'>Wise advice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Always remember when u promise someone something, never go back on your word!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whoever you are, a promise is a promise.&amp;nbsp;If u can't keep a promise plz don't make any, Its that easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you promise someone u gonna be there, and you can't make it, REMEMBER to tell them earlier, don't wait until they reach there at the time you promised to meet. Don't let that person to be waiting there for you like a SUCKER for like hours, even worse don't let that person to CALL you!...instead you call them (it will at least show them that you are CONSIDERED).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When that person call u, the least you can do is treat them nice and with respect in the phone, listen to them and let them know ur sorry... be freakin considered and don't say "Oh Ya i Couldn't make it today...blah blah blah"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trust me you don't wanna say that... you might end up death!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284374023996033902-3027944671426076307?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/3027944671426076307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/3027944671426076307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2010/09/wise-advice.html' title='Wise advice...'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-1052011172061704416</id><published>2010-08-23T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T03:01:06.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Update of what happen since the last blog... i've found a job... resign 6 months later for no reason. Met new people along the way. different kind of people tat thought me different things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my Diploma and goin for advance... met some incredible friends tat juz brings out the crazy part of me... i'm Still the kind that live in the moment kind of girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having fun in every way i can... still aimin for the dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Far So Good i guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284374023996033902-1052011172061704416?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/1052011172061704416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/1052011172061704416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2010/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-7676044866392146531</id><published>2009-05-29T23:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:18:12.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Out of Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Time: 11am&lt;br /&gt;Date : 5/28/2009&lt;br /&gt;Place: My Backyard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Takin pic makes me forget bout everythin and admire the beauty... but i usually dun publish them... but this time because i don't feel like bloggin so i tot photos could cheer sum ppl who feel the same as me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SiAJ1IV7fZI/AAAAAAAAALg/1UNWAM-DLdM/s1600-h/DSCN2351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341279966438587794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SiAJ1IV7fZI/AAAAAAAAALg/1UNWAM-DLdM/s400/DSCN2351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SiAEnAUIPwI/AAAAAAAAALY/1TjZQ38zspY/s1600-h/DSCN2348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341274226207244034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SiAEnAUIPwI/AAAAAAAAALY/1TjZQ38zspY/s400/DSCN2348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My fav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SiAEmswNjtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/tgDpTBkTDnk/s1600-h/DSCN2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341274220956323538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SiAEmswNjtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/tgDpTBkTDnk/s400/DSCN2349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SiAEmULCZtI/AAAAAAAAALI/tZnVb6wbDuY/s1600-h/DSCN2353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341274214357952210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SiAEmULCZtI/AAAAAAAAALI/tZnVb6wbDuY/s400/DSCN2353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341274213045009202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SiAEmPSAezI/AAAAAAAAALA/G0Xz1MhxgOs/s400/DSCN2347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SiAEl-f-NBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/nmGdgC0zomQ/s1600-h/DSCN2339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341274208540177426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SiAEl-f-NBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/nmGdgC0zomQ/s400/DSCN2339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;These photos was taken at the worst day of my life 28th of may a day worth remembering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It was the day that made me panic for the 1st time in my life bout my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;However i don't like talking more bout it cause it makes me feel how worthless i am... i was so disappointed on myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So any way hope u guyz enjoyed my photographs on "out of place " that's how i feel all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-Pearl-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1284374023996033902-7676044866392146531?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/7676044866392146531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/7676044866392146531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-of-place.html' title='Out of Place'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SiAJ1IV7fZI/AAAAAAAAALg/1UNWAM-DLdM/s72-c/DSCN2351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-589028070823595102</id><published>2009-04-21T13:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:37:29.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plain Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Weakness--&gt; Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;During and after this assignment I notice everyone have became a monster (no offence) its true! When I think back everything I have done or said I realize I have said and done so many thing that could hurt people's feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human being's emotion changes from time to time for some people its controllable for some its not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a weakness... when we know each other's weakness we shouldn't laugh about it but we should stand by that person for support as a friend... we all need friends to overcome our weakness or fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone showed their strong feelings to each other, it’s not polite to try to avoid them or bad mouth them instead we should talk to them about it and try to make them understand. That is the meaning of a "FRIEND".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People make mistake! No one is an angel in this world everyone makes mistake that is one of the most effective way for us to learn... When we make mistake and fall the only person that can pull that person up is a "FRIEND".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learn the hard way about the meaning of Friend and Friendship... I was always lonely before I come to college I never shared my thoughts to anyone, the friends that I had was only being my friend because they felt pity for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always alone there is no one that I can ask for help, there was no one will lend me their shoulder when I cry…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back… I’m very surprise I never became a psycho then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I could share my feelings to is a pen (pencil or a paper.&lt;br /&gt;It was the only thing that kept me going.&lt;br /&gt;It was the only thing I could trust.&lt;br /&gt;It was the only thing that won't laugh at my problem.&lt;br /&gt;It was the only thing that would Listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until 2day I never kept down that pen and paper that help me get through my hardest time in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have the best friends in the world in my life... With them i can be myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________P.S.______________________&lt;br /&gt;Feeling of being lonely sucks! But without that feeling I would't have the capability to think clear and write interesting stuff… *wink&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/1284374023996033902-589028070823595102?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/589028070823595102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/589028070823595102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2009/04/weakness-loneliness.html' title='Weakness--&gt; Loneliness'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-7491468268834918064</id><published>2009-04-06T22:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:02:12.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Stuff'/><title type='text'>seekin 4 some AD-TENTION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SedkhPMN_HI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nuHAh7iFDjU/s1600-h/DSCF1904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325335606565141618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SedkhPMN_HI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nuHAh7iFDjU/s400/DSCF1904.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/Sdzh_tXmgtI/AAAAAAAAAKo/fOyyUl_Fy1U/s1600-h/touched.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;@ "COMEDY MEMBER"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as our C.P. always say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Click on the pic if its not clear for u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SdzHt3IuqZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/j-rhvVCATCU/s1600-h/DSCN1658.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our 1st day of Publicizing our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AD-TENTION&lt;/span&gt; campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AD-TENTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th &amp;amp;15th of April&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10am-4pm&lt;br /&gt;Canteen 2 Foyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;publicizing an event is not easy and i guess we and the other committee member learn it the hard way lol...&lt;br /&gt;So how did we do it... well luckily we had a crazy group of committee member to come out wif a crazy plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/Sdy-nMLC1MI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zrRU1_4iWyM/s1600-h/DSCN1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322338440136807618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/Sdy-nMLC1MI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zrRU1_4iWyM/s320/DSCN1751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MISSION: Distributing Flyer to all the student in all the lecture halls and canteen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322338431498039778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/Sdy-mr_ZseI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LrHQr3EtOxE/s320/DSCN1651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Step 1: Recruit as many people who are willing to help us to publicize the campaign wif our crazy plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322338420294536386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/Sdy-mCQRzMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PAgoEuOtd2c/s320/DSCN1652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Step 2: separate them into groups...(ignore the person who's lookin at the camera lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322338413174000898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/Sdy-lnunDQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i0htTbGdb0A/s320/DSCN1653.JPG" /&gt;Step 3: Rehearsal...lol upstairs ppl's formation was alwayz perfect (no offence *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322338407257013250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/Sdy-lRr4_AI/AAAAAAAAAIo/umjGWv3cD4Y/s320/DSCN1654.JPG" /&gt;Downstairs ppl... hmmm ok~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322360893979134738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SdzTCLQOixI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kGK0BAYIIqA/s320/DSCN1656.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1st announcer... Siok Cheng (she did pretty well) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322348455338253026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SdzHuJtJGuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DEM7e5UTp5o/s320/DSCN1657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distributing...Distributing...Distributing... standby (password: "Lets review") SHOUT ppl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;while our Commander (JOSEPH) shouts &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wat Theme&lt;/p&gt;AD-TENTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;14th-15th of april&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Wat time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;10am-4pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Canteen 2 Foyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He was shouting wifout Microphone... hope his voice is fine lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322353355842302066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SdzMLZgWsHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MNP2eDnvihk/s320/DSCN1662.JPG" /&gt;Second announcer: Yau wai... (he was so nervous b4 the announcement when he announced...thumbs up yau wai... u overcome ur fear lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322348459282091570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SdzHuYZbTjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/rNbhu8JEGa4/s320/DSCN1655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same process again and again and again... lecture hall after lecture hall....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322353356950789010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SdzMLdoo25I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Woi55IPX4Vg/s320/DSCN1663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;after the 6 lecture halls... we walk to the other side of the college to continue&lt;br /&gt;When c it from this view it looks so beautiful all the "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322353343341519618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SdzMKq774wI/AAAAAAAAAKA/l54N50sY9D4/s320/DSCN1665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;wooo THIRSTY... HUNGRY!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;after tat well we practically walked the whole college and TARc is not a small place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BTW... ALL TARCIAN R WELCM TO CM &amp;amp; VISIT US AND C OUR CREATIVITY *WINK*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continue~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This post will b updated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284374023996033902-7491468268834918064?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/7491468268834918064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/7491468268834918064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2009/04/seekin-4-some-ad-tention.html' title='seekin 4 some AD-TENTION!'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SedkhPMN_HI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nuHAh7iFDjU/s72-c/DSCF1904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-3010462683331416200</id><published>2009-04-03T00:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:06:59.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plain Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Juz somethin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This post nvr meant to offend anyone if it did offended anyone well&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"I'm Sorry buddy, u feel tat way... bcoz its nothing to do wif u, so get over it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This time everything is in a rush so many stuff to do but so little time... or is it...?  Thank goodness i'm always the "so what" kind of person i love to help but when no one need any of my help... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well there's nothing much for me to do i guess so when people ask me, "a huge event coming up so hows everything?" I say "everything is exactly how it was before. and people thought i'm joking but truth be told i'm serious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The only thing i'm worried about is at the end of the day i won't be learning anything... i hope i won't ask myself "what's the point of me participating in this event, if i never get the chance to learn anything, or show what i'm capable of?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anyway... this blog will b on hold for a like a month until i do something exciting... i mean really really exciting.&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/1284374023996033902-3010462683331416200?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/3010462683331416200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/3010462683331416200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2009/04/juz-somethin.html' title='Juz somethin...'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-3001609504526750297</id><published>2009-02-17T18:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:19:52.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together we cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;When i heard this song i realise the some part of ,my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sometime there's nothing left to do but CRY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The lyrics of this song are very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;meaningful&lt;/span&gt; to me especially the yellow colored words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The Script - We Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jenny was poor girl living in a rich world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Named her baby hope when he was just fourteen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was hoping for a better world for this little girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well she gets that call hope’s too far gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her baby’s on the way but nothing left inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together we cry!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What about the junk head could have gone the whole way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lighting up the stage trying to get a deal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now he’s lighting up the wrong way“something for the pain!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man you wanna see this kid he was so fuckin’ unreal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When he gets that call he’s too far gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To get it together to sing one song hey won’t hear tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The words of a lullaby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together we cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mary’s ambitious she wanna to be a politician&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She been dreaming about it since she was a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She thought that she’d be the one to change the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always trying to pave the way for a woman in a… man’s world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life happened, house, kids, 2 cars, husband hits tha jar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheques that don’t go very far now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now she in it can’t change it, she keeps her mind on her wages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only rattling cages!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together we cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s so much sad wanna flood the ocean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Were all in tears from the world exploding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Together we cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There comes a time&lt;br /&gt;when every bird has to fly&lt;br /&gt;At some point&lt;br /&gt;every rose has to die&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard&lt;br /&gt;to let your children go home&lt;br /&gt;Where they go?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows!&lt;br /&gt;Getting drunk&lt;br /&gt;Getting stoned&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teach a man to fish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’ll feed him never lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You show your kids the truth hope they never lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead of reading in a letter that they’ve gone to something better“&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bet your sorry now! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won’t be coming home tonight”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m sick of looking for those heroes in the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To teach us how to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together we cry&lt;/em&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/1284374023996033902-3001609504526750297?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/3001609504526750297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/3001609504526750297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2009/02/together-we-cry.html' title='Together we cry'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-6833971081436010298</id><published>2009-02-17T17:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:24:01.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plain Thoughts'/><title type='text'>my fRienDs R the beSt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My parents always been so over protective of me since forever... especially my dad. they never let me go anyway pass curfew which is 6pm arr... i mean hello~ I'm 20 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time, me and my friends are hanging out in college they always talked about all the thing they have done together and i just remain silence and listen to everything they say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like all my friends have so much experience out there they come from different state, they get the chance to be independent in life, they get to experience the real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime i envy them... the way they carry themselves around... they drive, they know the way and places around... fanciest, fashionable, trends all they know... they know what to buy and what not to... they know what to say at the rite time they know how to react and handle certain situation... they are like the coolest and funniest people i ever met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you leave me at the places they've been i meant just stand there CLUELESS then ever... i might even get lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no doubt... my friends inspires me in many way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always said that when a group of people get along pretty well is because they have something in common the thing that i notice in my group of friends is that we all love to just Laugh Smile sometime for no reason (we are not crazy or anything) just by seeing the smile on a person's face makes us smile rite back too and also we all love to eat quality food.... hmmm also we listen to each others problem and help everyone who ask of our help....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason we are Friends *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pearl-&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/1284374023996033902-6833971081436010298?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/6833971081436010298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/6833971081436010298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-friends-r-best.html' title='my fRienDs R the beSt...'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-8058146608498667179</id><published>2009-02-11T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:00:56.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plain Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Listen to Oprah y'all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Valentine is coming and i feel so .... hmmm hard to say that word looo...nnellyy anyway whatever rite...sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as i have my chocolate and a marathon of Oprah on TV that will be like perfect LOL (yea rite like that's gonna happen...=.= )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However what she says really means something sometime once "Oprah" said that Valentine day is not only for Lovers to celebrate but also for everyone to celebrate (with family, friends, pet or just toy lol), it is a special day to celebrate LOVE she said... first i was thinking well easy for her to say she's married(happily)and she's like Oprah rite! but now i think that sentence of words is what single and unfortunate for love people take as something to give them hope and makes them feel its alright to be alone that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway long story short Happy Valentine Day everyone Good luck in buying the rite things for ur love ones (get some thing Purple LOL!) and for the lonely people out there hold on to ur hopes and wishes cause one day or another your life will be complete... Good luck *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-Pearl-&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/1284374023996033902-8058146608498667179?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/8058146608498667179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/8058146608498667179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2009/02/listen-to-oprah.html' title='Listen to Oprah y&apos;all'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-7092667415244325529</id><published>2009-01-12T21:06:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:39:23.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plain Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ooo movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SWtNupPjqsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/90Osg8dI-18/s1600-h/08292008_acinderellastory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290407651017206466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SWtNupPjqsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/90Osg8dI-18/s200/08292008_acinderellastory.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SWtNvAuKSwI/AAAAAAAAACY/PQeky-BnjfY/s1600-h/anothercinderella_450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290407657319582466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SWtNvAuKSwI/AAAAAAAAACY/PQeky-BnjfY/s200/anothercinderella_450.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Another Cinderella Story movie is hot!! i know it released in DVD very long ago but i just saw it and it was great! But i still like the 1st one bcoz it made me cry! both movie had a lot of similarities but in some part i felt both character is a lot like me well not the step mother and step sis abuse part but the part of being invisible... and being looked down. anyway this Another Cinderella movie starring Selena Gomez and Drew Seely, this movie has fantastic, amazing, remarkable dance move for instance (watch it till the end)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-UH3mmVKma0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-UH3mmVKma0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a scene where both lead character tango together... very cool moves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7okkF8gjklQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7okkF8gjklQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scene is my Fav. miror dance scene coz mary couldn't effort she takes the back door to learn dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is a sequel of A Cinderella Story, every1 who enjoyed that movie will enjoy this too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Its a really cool movie whoever haven't watch it well they should!&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/1284374023996033902-7092667415244325529?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/7092667415244325529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/7092667415244325529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2009/01/ooo-movies.html' title='Ooo movies'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SWtNupPjqsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/90Osg8dI-18/s72-c/08292008_acinderellastory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-28454442042044651</id><published>2009-01-10T01:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:32:50.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Stuff'/><title type='text'>Thumbs up for the Black Sheep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hi! before its too late &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;As the Group Leader i would like to say Good Job u Guys!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  Plus i thought i just wanna say thank you so much to all my Group member who made a huge assignment into some this simple for me... i really appreciate it so much! u guys are the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I am very happy with the result unfortunately i felt sick (which was horrible) careless of what people say i think over all you guys did a wonderful presentation i'm not just saying but its true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289347044738490082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SWeJHO9mXuI/AAAAAAAAABw/769Yk11RBew/s320/Untitled-1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eventhou we had so many disagreement i'm surprise it all worked out. i know i'm a little stubborn sometime, whatever i did or said had offended anyone my applogies for...well being "pain in the butt" sometime lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Thanks again guys! Good Luck with the coming exams *wink*&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/1284374023996033902-28454442042044651?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/28454442042044651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/28454442042044651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-before-its-too-late-i-thought-i-just.html' title='Thumbs up for the Black Sheep...'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SWeJHO9mXuI/AAAAAAAAABw/769Yk11RBew/s72-c/Untitled-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-2859833013040890417</id><published>2009-01-09T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:39:23.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plain Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My apologies for not updating my blog for a long time it have been so long (sigh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know u guys ma be wondering Christmas come and gone nothing was posted here plus its a new year i didn't write anything either... well i was that busy with assignment and stuff... i think i never had the time to even surf the net... poor me lol! but now I'm back! *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My Christmas was great this time i hate my friends came over my house i was so happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My New year countdown were in front of the computer doing assignment while IM-ing with my friends... we did a countdown together in the IM while i watch the fireworks glitterrize the sky with beautiful colours it was wonderful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;other than that nothing have changed so far in my life while going towards this New Year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;well my New Year resolution is to graduate my Diploma this year with flying colours!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284374023996033902-2859833013040890417?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/2859833013040890417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/2859833013040890417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-5595060853433230509</id><published>2008-12-17T00:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:04:39.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hangin out'/><title type='text'>Van Jie's special day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHdZDD3XzI/AAAAAAAAACo/wIALI8NNtlE/s1600-h/DSCN0746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292254459525029682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHdZDD3XzI/AAAAAAAAACo/wIALI8NNtlE/s200/DSCN0746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ooooh Thank you GOD!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I had the best time of my life on van jie's b'day, it was so much fun. My parents usually never allow me to come back home late like after 6pm, they will scold me like crazy! Even a minute late but this time i'von send me home at 11:30pm and they didn't say a thing! I guess they're just glad i came back home safely, but the day after that i faced the music and lets just say it wasn't my kind of music...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Btw it was all worth it i had so much fun all that scolding when thru my left and came out by my right ear lolz.. normally i will say somethin when they scold me, but this time i didn't bother. i guess was still too "high" from all those excitements...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHdYzJwfEI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJtYrG4jhH0/s1600-h/DSCN0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292254455254776898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHdYzJwfEI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJtYrG4jhH0/s200/DSCN0722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHdZSG22JI/AAAAAAAAACw/iN2kCzrTBAg/s1600-h/DSCN0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 123px; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292254463564109970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHdZSG22JI/AAAAAAAAACw/iN2kCzrTBAg/s200/DSCN0755.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHdad51MCI/AAAAAAAAADA/b7ugE_2I144/s1600-h/DSCN0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292254483910570018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHdad51MCI/AAAAAAAAADA/b7ugE_2I144/s200/DSCN0733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Our journey starts from college after law class then we were On our way to red box... funny story at one point we almost got lost but we found our way... when wefinally reached there we sang in the room like no one's business lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHdZueGEwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/snJkIQanYtI/s1600-h/DSCN0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292254471177769730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHdZueGEwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/snJkIQanYtI/s200/DSCN0725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Something bout them (I, E, Y, K, J) that makes me forget all my problems and just hang out and live an exciting life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Everytime i'm with them its like an adventure for me, for a girl who never been out much they showed me the world i never seen... i learn a lot of things from them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I think this song could be our song coz we all had fun singing, we all 2gether singing this song i think we all like the part "eh eh eh eh oh..."&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/notebook.swf?myid=17403158&amp;path=2009/01/17" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="mycolor=8A68C4&amp;mycolor2=BE6FD9&amp;mycolor3=F7FF14&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=1&amp;grad=true" width="240" height="117" name="myflashfetish" salign="TL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" style="visibility:visible;width:240px;height:117px;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myflashfetish.com/playlist/17403158" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/notebook/tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/notebook/create.gif" title="Create Your Free Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/ringtones/17403158" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/notebook/ringtones.gif" title="Get Ringtones From This Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Ringtones"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;Music Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzIyNjk2NDY4OTAmcHQ9MTIzMjI2OTY1NjkyMSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPWQyYjZkNTE1MWUyMjRmNzA4ZjJjMzg3NDc4MzVkYzhi.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well we kindda took some pic. that day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;some say this place is haunted or is it...? scroll down to find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHggYAzZmI/AAAAAAAAADg/WJuW5UjjSWk/s1600-h/DSCN0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHvtf7WWiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BFdFyc2Gl2s/s1600-h/DSCN0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292274602080623138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHvtf7WWiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BFdFyc2Gl2s/s200/DSCN0741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHggj3BLXI/AAAAAAAAADo/QIgKL9FVs08/s1600-h/DSCN0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHvtI1IppI/AAAAAAAAADw/BK6fn-gA7fA/s1600-h/DSCN0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292274595880543890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHvtI1IppI/AAAAAAAAADw/BK6fn-gA7fA/s200/DSCN0728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(wooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~) aaaaaaahhhh!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;oh! wait it's juz... (nvrmind~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHggFe806I/AAAAAAAAADY/3IO73O0m16o/s1600-h/DSCN0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHvuWqs90I/AAAAAAAAAEI/_fMfJVrL-Ns/s1600-h/DSCN0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292274616774752066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHvuWqs90I/AAAAAAAAAEI/_fMfJVrL-Ns/s200/DSCN0745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well it was time for the b'day girl to take some pic. but wait... looks like the so call "ghost" made a special appearance... again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHgfvuE6SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GFEPTm7xpQI/s1600-h/DSCN0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHgfgCut5I/AAAAAAAAADI/8C59NKHA5IY/s1600-h/DSCN0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;After taking so many pic we when shopping, well i was of course window shopping.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i can live this day all over again... except for the getting scolding part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHvumHVJuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cawrfYXNoq0/s1600-h/DSCN0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292274620921358050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHvumHVJuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cawrfYXNoq0/s200/DSCN0744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHvuNg-dDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/H7KAZfMexR0/s1600-h/DSCN0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292274614318036018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHvuNg-dDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/H7KAZfMexR0/s200/DSCN0752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thank you so much you guys for the best day of my life!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Happy B'day Van&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;You rock, you're a good friend even when you're blur.... lolz Good Luck wif life... hope we get to celebrate your b'day next year...&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/1284374023996033902-5595060853433230509?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/5595060853433230509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/5595060853433230509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2008/12/van-jies-special-day.html' title='Van Jie&apos;s special day'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIBdgzNi6dg/SXHdZDD3XzI/AAAAAAAAACo/wIALI8NNtlE/s72-c/DSCN0746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-5920482522216111926</id><published>2008-11-27T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:34:23.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hates'/><title type='text'>Its Hard to Say "NO"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I suppose to start preparing for my drama recording which is one of my assignment... well as always I'm the Director and one of the character in the drama. the drama called " A Street Car Named Desire".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what i didn't happened, ended up all my friends@ crew &amp;amp;cast of the drama got really mad at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? u ask... well i reach the place where we supposed to meet two hours later... hehehe... it is my fault!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually remember the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so call best friend who let me wait for her at a place where I'm not familiar with and she didn't even turn up at the place and didn't even called... arr!!! till today I'm angry with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I learn something about myself that i don't know about... which is i can't say "NO" to my friends (sigh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the point well my so call best Friend called me and say she wanted to meet me It's urgent... and blah blah blah.... i could say "No" even thou I'm rushing to do something! sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So i went and as usual she made me wait for half and hour and whit a huge smile on her face... i got really irritated arr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;But i still talk to her and she said she's sorry and she rushed here after her appointment at hospital. then she told me she broke up with her boyfriend who she say is a great guy, respects girls, respect her family and her family and his family became friend and both family was walking about marriage blah blah blah blah blah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what she broke up with that so call wonderful great guy because he cheated on her so she cried for 10 days and swallowed a whole bottle of aspirin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she's dumb, but hate it or not she's my friend so i can't say she's dumb out loud to her at that time and I'm not very good in comforting her so i just zipped my mouth and listen just listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She didn't let me go even thou i said I'm late i have to do assignment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after listening to all that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; i when to college and saw all my friends looking at me like they wanna kill me... i got really scared but luckily they forgave me because my sport shoe was thorn to pieces which i don't know how it happened... then they torture me with ghost story&lt;/span&gt; (which wasn't fair) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm very scared of scary movies or story or whatever&lt;/span&gt; because lets just say i got an extraordinary imagination *wink LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284374023996033902-5920482522216111926?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/5920482522216111926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/5920482522216111926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-suppose-to-start-preparing-for-my.html' title='Its Hard to Say &quot;NO&quot;'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-6323800623797393017</id><published>2008-10-28T08:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:39:23.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plain Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Gift Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOW.....today is my Birthday!!! I'm finally 20....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was actually hoping this day shouldn't come because looking back i realise its been 20 years and I'm still afraid of reaching for my dreams, i haven't archive anything yet! there's nothing i should be happy about me being on this earth... i get scolding from my parents everyday without fail, my dad still never let me come home after 6pm, or even sleepovers... and oh i almost forgot... i always get bullied by my little sister...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what a wonderful life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That's what i was thing about me and my life until my group of best friend from college present me a shirt from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Padini&lt;/span&gt;! i was so happy and excited i kept that t-shirt like a Gold! seriously! and my parents gave me 50 bucks with a White gold bracelet and chain and my sister gave me a recording of her singing happy birthday and i love u... its was so sweet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually I'm not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kindda&lt;/span&gt; girl who always wants expensive stuffs but i just want people to show me appreciation the simplest text Happy Birthday will go a long way in my book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like getting simple D.I.Y stuff made my them (of course) because hand made stuff are special and unique... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well i guess what i have now is &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; too&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Finally i realise the things i have and the people around me are the biggest gift from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Pearl-&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/1284374023996033902-6323800623797393017?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/6323800623797393017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/6323800623797393017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow.html' title='The Greatest Gift Ever'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-7837504364403527318</id><published>2008-10-15T20:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:32:50.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Stuff'/><title type='text'>College Changed my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;College the place that helped me and accepted me for who i am... i used to be a girl that doesn't talk to much because i never had the chance to!! when i stepped into College and meeting all these wonderful people with dreams wow College simply rock! College experience is great! College changed my life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It so exciting to go back to college again... even thou so much had happened on my 1st year and also last semester... there were fun moment and sometime i still can taste the bitterness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This time i hope it could be different, i hope my all my classmate could look at each other and smile and not think the negative side of that person but the positive side... whatever said and done, no matter how much we hate each other, we helped each other in different ways that sometime we don't realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This is my 2ND year in college and just stepped foot into 2ND semester i hope everything could change... because i believe people change for the better!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i said it before and i said it again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;College rock! College experience is great! College changed my life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Pearl-&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/1284374023996033902-7837504364403527318?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/7837504364403527318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/7837504364403527318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2008/10/college-changed-my-live.html' title='College Changed my life'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-2788878510860701225</id><published>2008-09-16T08:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:39:23.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plain Thoughts'/><title type='text'>the Parents and the Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't know why its hard for me to tell my parents this three words "I Love U"! i just don't know why! i don't hate them that much actually. they are kind of cool parents to have but sometime they are just over protective! when my parents send me to my friends house they suddenly talk to me and said be careful and i can see they really mean it... they never did that since i graduated primary school. they never told me that when they send me to college either... its just a little weird for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Anyway! today for the 1st time in my life i am going to spend the whole day with my friends! after quarrelling with my parents and some crying, my parents finally allows me to spend a day with my friends! its gonna be a great day! i don't wanna put so much hope in it, scared that will be disappointing at the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'm going to be 20 years old, and today is the 1st time I'm spending the whole day with my friends... i know this may sound weird for some of you guys out there but well its the truth! my my dad just never allows me to sleepover at other people's house even relatives house! and his reason for not allowing me for sleepover is because he is worried of my safety! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wonder will my dream of moving out of the house, will come true? it's not because i hate my family or anything... i just like staying alone, being alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have a fight with my family! well conflict is mostly common in family... i just wanna be alone and pursue my dreams of being so many things and one of it is to be independent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hope it comes true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i believe in me and the rest in GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;-Pearl-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284374023996033902-2788878510860701225?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/2788878510860701225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/2788878510860701225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-know-why-its-hard-for-me-to-tell.html' title='the Parents and the Dream'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-7430107872398241422</id><published>2008-09-11T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:34:23.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hates'/><title type='text'>Sinking FriendShip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aaaaaaaah&lt;/span&gt; i feel like screaming out loud!!! (but that's so many people here) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well the reason i wanna scream is not because I'm crazy or anything, but its because me and my so call "best friend" suppose to meet and go out just both of us after a year not seeing each other the last we saw each other is when we was graduating secondary school and we suppose to meet last Friday, but she told me after i reach there (&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the place she ask me to wait for her, the place i never been before the place i hate to be!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aaarrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;) she told me she couldn't come! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I wish i could have my other secondary school best friend with me now, she's the only one who knows what its feel like being around with my so call "best friend"! i miss her! but i lost her friendship back in secondary school due to some silly fight. sigh! its funny years of friendship just goes away just like that and the reason for that is because of some "silly fight"! what to do we are all just human here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Even though there's something in me was reminding me the kind of person she (my so call "best friend") was, but the excitement of finally getting to meet her after a year and getting to show her my new self have blinded me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't believe i was so excited! to see her....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feels like hitting myself and calling myself stupid repeatedly! i seriously felt so stupid that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Before i came out of the house i text messaged her saying i will be there in 30 minutes and she didn't reply me that's when i kept feeling that she's not gonna come!(&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;strike 1&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;After i reached the place that i hate to go and when there anyway just because she ask me to wait there for her! after walking out of the train i called her, but she never answer my call this is where my feeling of "she's not gonna come" became stronger (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;strike 2&lt;/span&gt;) but i was again blinded by excitement to see the real picture! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;However, I called her again and again and again and i got a little mad! because i got the feeling that she really trying to avoid my call! (&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;strike 3 and your out! out of my nicest friend list! its not the 1st time she's doing this to me!&lt;/span&gt;) but i never want to give up i kept calling her after 9 missed called she finally answered me! sigh! (its about time) however i pretty sure that she didn't care about where i was, she just said to me "I'm sorry girl i can't come today because ..." (i forgot what she said because my anger closed my ear! so i said fine! (its weird i never show her my anger at all!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I meant I'm standing at the place where i don't even know my place or way around there! she just say she can't come and said she will call me back later but she didn't and I'm too mad to bother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;If she really can't make it she should just text message me about it i wouldn't mind! even though its last minute i don't mind but not until I'm at the place you ask me to wait the place which is stranger to me! she just should reply me when i text messaged her when I'm leaving the house, not when after i called you more than 9 times! this is just rude! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So I'm thinking about never to call her again, if she called me well i might answer but i won't talk much! wait a minute that's what I've been doing my whole life. Every time "I" called her, she kept talking about herself and her experience and she never bother to ask how's my life like! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Thinking about that thank god we didn't meet that day, if not i will be listening the story of her life the whole time we spend together! well i know that because i spend my whole secondary school life with her! (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;everything happens for a reason!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I mean isn't meeting with old friends is to share the experience and journey of their life with each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well I'm the kind of girl who like to listen to other peoples experience and life history and also i would like to share my experience too! i like to talk and listen to my friends! its what i do best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;That's why i admire the people i met in college, the friends i made in college! they are very cool people! they like being around me, they share with me all their problems, they like listening to me and talking to me! they have a problem with me they just say it out loud, straight to my face and that make me change myself! i like it that way! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think... i would like very much to stick with my college friends for a while!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;-Pearl-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284374023996033902-7430107872398241422?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/7430107872398241422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/7430107872398241422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2008/09/aaaaaaaah-i-feel-like-screaming-out.html' title='Sinking FriendShip!'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284374023996033902.post-2412414628164815009</id><published>2008-09-10T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:34:23.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hates'/><title type='text'>Is there any reason why u HATE someone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;When you are in between of two best friend who hate each other.... did you ever wonder if both of you friend who hate each other actually put aside their differences and disagreement and get along with each other how would that feel like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;i mean i have this two best friend who couldn't stand each other and always say words just to hate each other. well being the border line for both of them I've learned that they are a lot alike and if they just talk to each other with out bombs flying out their mouth they might even like each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;when i ask them why they hate each other, they just gave me 1 answer &lt;strong&gt;"i don't know, i just hate her"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;its just so weird to see two people who find ways or plan to hurt each other verbally and sometime physically too! instead they could have a sleepover or maybe just be friends!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;if you really hate each other that much... well just don't talk to each other at all! at least the person in the middle get to live peacefully!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;i mean dun get me wrong but if you wanna show anger show it to a punching bag or your sister (OOps... just kidding), if you wanna be straight forward or honest, its OK that's fine but just don't offend others! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Even though that person is your Best Friend Forever you still have to mind your words and try not to offend them in anyway if possible! your life might be less complicated that way! its true! trust me.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Pearl-&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/1284374023996033902-2412414628164815009?l=applepearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/2412414628164815009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284374023996033902/posts/default/2412414628164815009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applepearl.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-there-any-reason-why-u-hate-someone.html' title='Is there any reason why u HATE someone?'/><author><name>KeLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555856250543207339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_2aVOyVcc4/Ti7pPird4dI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cqQj0IOxA7Q/s220/243000_10150272313143203_616018202_9222253_7403811_o.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
