<?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-5569006282757504561</id><updated>2012-02-11T18:08:34.478-08:00</updated><category term='Emotional....'/><title type='text'>Deelun's Reminiscence</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>241</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-6075804678559763016</id><published>2011-02-11T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T11:54:37.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright, things been getting really bored up till now.. I've lost interest in blogging out my daily routines for the story of my life goes in a real simple way.. urhmmm simple yet complicated (at least that's what most of them think of me).  I do love things in my life being simple and Yes, I do pray everyday that my life could be as simple as it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila, my everyday life was just like this, yet, I know there'll be a moment I be shining and be seen.  It's not to seek for acceptance from the society, but to let people know, Life is more than just being Alive at the Beginning and Dead at the End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of that, I guess most of you would have realise, committing suicide has become a negative trend this recently (I knew it that this would happen ever since the first dude committed suicide).&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Facebook has become a wide information distributor and as well as emotion distributor,  ones who have many friends but doesn't have the chance to be seen by people usually succumbed theirselves to loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hell they know how lonely feels like but then, thanks to their "mature" thinking, it doesn't matter how great they thought they would be, they end up thinking they are the victims of God without knowing what's happening out there.&lt;br /&gt;At the end, there'll be more death committed by the mortals themselves.. It's their Choice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NMqnT-OJvYw/TVWTz1vYDfI/AAAAAAAAAoM/gknkCANBf5Q/s1600/the-tormented.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NMqnT-OJvYw/TVWTz1vYDfI/AAAAAAAAAoM/gknkCANBf5Q/s400/the-tormented.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572522632749256178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being Lonely isn't the Deal,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being stupid is~!&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-6075804678559763016?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6075804678559763016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=6075804678559763016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6075804678559763016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6075804678559763016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-way.html' title='Blog way'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NMqnT-OJvYw/TVWTz1vYDfI/AAAAAAAAAoM/gknkCANBf5Q/s72-c/the-tormented.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-3569458108003096394</id><published>2011-01-23T00:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T00:18:40.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bursting out from exam again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TTvkI8D2rJI/AAAAAAAAAoA/HgiqaI5-ork/s1600/lin-i-chen-eat-011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TTvkI8D2rJI/AAAAAAAAAoA/HgiqaI5-ork/s400/lin-i-chen-eat-011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565292606758759570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright, I know the blog have been empty for quite some time. Yeah, exam can be quite distracting and it's normal if I don't have the mood to turn for blog.  Though, this time, the outcome of the exam might be expected not to be very good even though I've spotted the questions out well and know what I need to write. It's just that, I felt that the answer is not detailed enough.  Beat it, I should just stop thinking and enjoy my (what) holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as usual, I've never thought of how I should live for my holiday.. My mind is just thinking about how should I make another good start for next sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I've just opened up all my old memories placed in my inventory box just to find out that there are so many memorable stuff that I've kept.  Though most of it is going into the bin but then I've realised that History does repeats itself.  All this long, I've been a saint-like person that advices many person of how shit-life can turn out to be great.  As far as I can remember, I've really hated myself and everything around me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've never been anyone close to positivity at all (in the past).  Though, the me in the present doesn't feels any better but at least, I'm no longer bounded by hatred.. I'm more to a lively person.  And so I would tell myself, "You've been doing great my great one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S - It's a nice pic wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;It's not related to anything btw~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-3569458108003096394?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3569458108003096394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=3569458108003096394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3569458108003096394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3569458108003096394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2011/01/bursting-out-from-exam-again.html' title='Bursting out from exam again..'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TTvkI8D2rJI/AAAAAAAAAoA/HgiqaI5-ork/s72-c/lin-i-chen-eat-011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-7811138575226381077</id><published>2011-01-03T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T12:54:42.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TSI3iKSh91I/AAAAAAAAAn4/wi3A4vvbjr8/s1600/164382_190603500954405_100000142683275_780139_3069607_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TSI3iKSh91I/AAAAAAAAAn4/wi3A4vvbjr8/s400/164382_190603500954405_100000142683275_780139_3069607_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558065950145771346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah, 4/1/11. It's so my day and this marks the beginning of my 20th lifetime on Earth and up till now, I could tell then I've learn far much more things about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, so simple huh, just some candle-blowing event and I could have learn so much about me myself and also the reality existing around me..  Though, I doesn't know how to make it up in words but...  There's just this kind of feeling in me that I couldn't express out, knowing the outcome might be pessimistic. I decided to follow the positive path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are things I can only tell face to face but not to reveal in blog. It doesn't mean much anyway.  What I've learn give great effect in my life but from the sight of others, these are nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me, simpler things tells more detailed stories about reality, it's just whether you're willingly consciously adapt it to your life or continue ignore for its simplicity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just love being simple!&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/5569006282757504561-7811138575226381077?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/7811138575226381077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=7811138575226381077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/7811138575226381077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/7811138575226381077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-day.html' title='My Day...'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TSI3iKSh91I/AAAAAAAAAn4/wi3A4vvbjr8/s72-c/164382_190603500954405_100000142683275_780139_3069607_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-2682957545859018705</id><published>2010-12-28T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T08:27:46.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leading you out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TRoP3bzOPUI/AAAAAAAAAnw/WPm_4q01GZo/s1600/331319_1220466442_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TRoP3bzOPUI/AAAAAAAAAnw/WPm_4q01GZo/s400/331319_1220466442_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555770535344749890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to now, really, I've come to post-stop that I have no idea how should I make a post for my blog.. Totally lost of ideas or should have said, things that is happening around me is all around the same thing.  Even the word "same" itself have repeated more than 20 times I think. Oh well, that's how a-nothing-special guy leads his own life you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that is happening around me is all just so simple and easy to live it out.  Somehow, in some other way, people see my life as a very complicated one because there are things in life that I think of that they could never thought I had it in me.  People doesn't trust me for the things I've said alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, there's no such thing as coincidence in what I ought to said about a person, you may said that I know nothing about them but then at certain sight and at another angle of view, I know what kind of person I'm judging on.  I don't talk bad stuff about people, I just tell you what they are about to do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's the different with giving people bad impression about their friends? Look, at certain moment, I prefer to become the asshole than to see you being cheated and tooled by those scumbags.  Somehow, my words are hard to be believed (as usual) and you have your tears rolled.  I wouldn't be surprised nor laugh at you.  Since, you're not the first person that didn't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope both of you learned some lesson out of this incident. Don't learn anything from me, I didn't do anything at all and please don't be stupid. What you've been through is nothing related to my TwoFace theory okay! At your stage, all that matters are like how to become a hypocrite or at least that's what you think you are.  What you did wasn't TwoFace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the other friend of yours understand what my Twoface was like... but as for you, you've totally misunderstood the purpose I made out this theory.  I don't think it's the time for you to understand, you still need to fall deeper to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm pushing both of you down, wouldn't even bother rescuing both of you.  I rather see you fall than letting others take opportunity on both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last but not least, Welcome to Reality KIDS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-2682957545859018705?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2682957545859018705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=2682957545859018705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/2682957545859018705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/2682957545859018705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/12/leading-you-out.html' title='Leading you out...'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TRoP3bzOPUI/AAAAAAAAAnw/WPm_4q01GZo/s72-c/331319_1220466442_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-3588454079527497742</id><published>2010-12-11T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T09:34:40.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad means Love too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TQO1VRs-50I/AAAAAAAAAng/qsSZPSFc9Mk/s1600/apple_book_heart_by_dkraner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TQO1VRs-50I/AAAAAAAAAng/qsSZPSFc9Mk/s400/apple_book_heart_by_dkraner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549478542984537922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once again, I'm stuck to questioning myself of how I witnessed some of my friends being tormented by their loved one with many bulls~~ It was so obvious that the guy was delivering puppy love to her but yet she's loving him in a mature way and the way the guy is "eating vinegar" on her is rather bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, he's trying to control her even though they are not together (or should say haven't be together), oh I hate people controlling.. Oh come on, even her parents didn't forbid her from talking and hanging out with other guys yet you as the guy who love her is trying to forbid her  from doing so?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he already pissed me off by setting rules with her yet he's the one who have the ability to hang out with girls and keep close with girls~? Please don't be a politician, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're already setting a crime scene before someone else committing it&lt;/span&gt;~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; as for you girl, I have no idea how you even felt secured being with someone who you always felt sad with but at the same time I could tell it very much that you need him a lot. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh~ the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;power of love&lt;/span&gt;. Could really blinded someone and make them doing something really stupid yet for them, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;~ I don't have any objections toward the way you're planning for your relationship nor am I going to put my hand on it~ You've make your steps deeply further even you've stepped on it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;.  Therefore, it's your choice already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm in good mood to see how all this come to an end, your faith impressed me a little for being able to hold on~  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Prove me wrong if you can&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh~ I'm not saying I'll be correct all the time, but it's something I myself experienced before; That's obviously an Infatuation.. maybe not you but it's certainly is for him~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's why I said, Age doesn't equal to your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity Growth~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-3588454079527497742?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3588454079527497742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=3588454079527497742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3588454079527497742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3588454079527497742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/12/sad-means-love-too.html' title='Sad means Love too?'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TQO1VRs-50I/AAAAAAAAAng/qsSZPSFc9Mk/s72-c/apple_book_heart_by_dkraner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-7679709510681073192</id><published>2010-11-30T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T10:34:15.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting up Old Buddies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TPqJMZqAUXI/AAAAAAAAAnY/NNMlkEc_RDU/s1600/photo0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TPXjLPrIi3I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/NcamCPyEIB0/s1600/154570_1739274445823_1357505003_1797783_3603216_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TPXjLPrIi3I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/NcamCPyEIB0/s400/154570_1739274445823_1357505003_1797783_3603216_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545588298502146930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;27th November 2010 (Evon, Pink, Nicole) (ChewWei, TzeP'ng, Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere, a reunion is suddenly held and at this peak moment, most of our friends tend to be busy and so, we'll just have to move on with the plan of having this reunion as we might not have another chance to do so.  Thanks to my dear 大姐大, Evon to make this happen as she was the one to organise all this.  Though it's nothing much in the activity list, all that we've done was just to have a meal at BarBeQue Plaza and have few photos taken of us being reunited after one year++.  As there was a time limit for some of our members, we had to make things short to make a short stroll and have some dessert craving at Honeymoon(?) or something like that~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great meeting up with the 5 of you though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TPqJMZqAUXI/AAAAAAAAAnY/NNMlkEc_RDU/s1600/photo0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TPqJMZqAUXI/AAAAAAAAAnY/NNMlkEc_RDU/s400/photo0274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546896737198690674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chubby~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And after that, I went for another round of reunion with another old buddy of mine~ Chubby Jess wahahahaha~ at her Taylor's College somemore~ It was sucha short day and the time passes real fast that I didn't realise it was late night already ahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glad to know that most of you are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; in pink health by the way~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-7679709510681073192?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/7679709510681073192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=7679709510681073192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/7679709510681073192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/7679709510681073192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/11/meeting-up-old-buddies.html' title='Meeting up Old Buddies...'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TPXjLPrIi3I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/NcamCPyEIB0/s72-c/154570_1739274445823_1357505003_1797783_3603216_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-306211894397202963</id><published>2010-11-27T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T00:32:10.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's being repeated...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TPITfq1MvsI/AAAAAAAAAnI/bf1wWaD4wmg/s1600/serenity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TPITfq1MvsI/AAAAAAAAAnI/bf1wWaD4wmg/s400/serenity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544515526040796866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I wonder, who should I turn to during the moment when I was sad.  Because every time when I was sad, it's only also due to the few same problems that I couldn't lay a hand to change it.  It's always the same thing and I hardly get over with.  And I've been wondering if people will ever get tired of me keep having the same thing that ache my heart all the time.  See, all of my previous post was always quite the same thing, I just kept trying to figuring who I really was.  Even I myself is getting tired of things that are bugging me, but, what can I do... and again, dig a hole in my heart, buried it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have no tears right~&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-306211894397202963?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/306211894397202963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=306211894397202963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/306211894397202963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/306211894397202963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-being-repeated.html' title='It&apos;s being repeated...'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TPITfq1MvsI/AAAAAAAAAnI/bf1wWaD4wmg/s72-c/serenity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-5040784977894764635</id><published>2010-11-14T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T10:09:53.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ecxdivRpF393063" style="direction: ltr;"&gt;YOU MAY THINK THE ANSWERS ARE FUNNY. BUT THEY ARE THE CORRECT ANSWERS. THINK BEYOND BOUNDARIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="ecxgmail_quote"&gt; &lt;div&gt;You cant take anything with you in your last journey, except your deeds &lt;/div&gt;Awesome Answers In IAS(Indian Administrative Service)  Examination&lt;br /&gt;Q. How can you drop a raw egg onto a concrete floor without cracking it?&lt;br /&gt;A. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Concrete floors are very hard to crack! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If it took eight men ten hours to build a wall, how long would it take four men to build it?&lt;br /&gt;A. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No time at all it is already built.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.  If you had three apples and four oranges in one hand and four apples  and three oranges in the other hand, what would you have?&lt;br /&gt;A. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Very large hands.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How can you lift an elephant with one hand?&lt;br /&gt;A. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you will never find an elephant with one hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How can a man go eight days without sleep?&lt;br /&gt;A. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No Probs, He sleeps at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.. If you throw a red stone into the blue sea what it will become?&lt;br /&gt;A. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It will Wet or Sink as simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What looks like half apple ?&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The other half. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What can you never eat for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Bay of Bengal is in which state?&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Liquid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interviewer said "I shall either ask you ten easy questions or one really difficult question. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Think well before you make up your mind!" The boy thought for a while and said, "my choice &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;is one really difficult question." "Well, good luck to you, you have made your own choice! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Now tell me this.&lt;br /&gt;"What comes first, Day or Night?"&lt;br /&gt;The boy was jolted into reality as his admission depends on the correctness of his answer, &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;but he thought for a while and said, "It's the DAY sir!"&lt;br /&gt;"How" the interviewer asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry sir, you promised me that you will not ask me a SECOND difficult question!"&lt;br /&gt;He was selected for IIM!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Technical Skill is the mastery of complexity, while Creativity is the master of presence of mind.&lt;br /&gt;This is a famous paper written for an Oxford philosophy exam, normally requiring an eight page &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;essay answer and expected to be backed up with source material, quotes and analytical reasoning. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;This guy wrote the below answer and topped the exam!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;* OXFORD EXAMINATION BOARD 1987* *ESSAY QUESTION*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question: What is courage? (50 Marks)&lt;br /&gt;Answer: This is courage&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Better to Light a Candle&lt;br /&gt;than to Curse the Dark&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/5569006282757504561-5040784977894764635?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5040784977894764635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=5040784977894764635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/5040784977894764635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/5040784977894764635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/11/something-interesting.html' title='Something Interesting'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-4893577129809064092</id><published>2010-11-14T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T09:58:57.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Points on How to Improve Your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Personality:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't have negative thoughts of things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't over do; keep to your limits&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't take yourself so seriously; no one else does&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip&lt;br /&gt;6. Dream more while you are awake&lt;br /&gt;7. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need..&lt;br /&gt;8. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner of his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.&lt;br /&gt;9. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.&lt;br /&gt;10. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present&lt;br /&gt;11. No one is in charge of your happiness except you&lt;br /&gt;12. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn.&lt;br /&gt;Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away  like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last    a  lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;13. Smile and laugh more&lt;br /&gt;14. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Community:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Call your family often&lt;br /&gt;16. Each day give something good to others&lt;br /&gt;17. Forgive everyone for everything&lt;br /&gt;18. Spend time with people over the age of 70 &amp;amp; under the age of 6&lt;br /&gt;19. Try to make at least three people smile each day&lt;br /&gt;20. What other people think of you is none of your business&lt;br /&gt;21. Your job will not take care of you when you are sick. Your family and friends will. Stay in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do the right things&lt;br /&gt;23. However good or bad a situation is, it will change&lt;br /&gt;24. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up&lt;br /&gt;25. The best is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;26. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Copy-pasted from an email~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-4893577129809064092?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4893577129809064092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=4893577129809064092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4893577129809064092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4893577129809064092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/11/points-on-how-to-improve-your-life.html' title='Points on How to Improve Your Life'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-5413951144840877277</id><published>2010-11-13T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T12:39:40.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My face.. My Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TN729IAI9zI/AAAAAAAAAnA/MNDeOGZT-ds/s1600/62813_156939241002685_100000598301070_371122_6100776_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TN729IAI9zI/AAAAAAAAAnA/MNDeOGZT-ds/s400/62813_156939241002685_100000598301070_371122_6100776_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539136121692813106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture from one month ago~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Urgh, just been through another painful moment of extracting all those "seeds" from my face today and had a wallet digging session as well. It's sad to see the investment on my face keep increasing as most of the products that I've used mostly only useful for the first few weeks and weeks after that, it became worst and since I haven't finished the product, I forced myself to use it (and yes, this is one stupid decision) because the outcome was... From bad to worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'll be talking about money, there was this second that I thought of, does having a girlfriend same like opening a new asset where you'll need to invest a lot of money on your loved ones?  I heard this story from my friend that her boyfriend gave a load sum of investing on her as like from top to bottom all purchased by her boyfriend.  Normally, this kind of purchasing of course is normal for one gentleman to give it to her loved ones as a gift but when I knew the money came from the parents instead of from his own effort, I seriously despise the act of that guy.  Not to mention, each time they went for date, he'll be sure to buy at least something for her (of course, not expensive also won't buy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it if his parents are millionaire  and even print money out to this world, but to use their money to buy things for your loved ones.. It's like you're just using the money to buy the lady's heart instead of applying your own hardworking-money to buy something for her. In this situation, it's like, the parents are the one who's making the girl happy with those gifts, not the guy, he's just playing the role of a middle person.  If this is the sense of romantics that most of the people are seeking for.. Then I'll point the gun at my head.. "I seriously know nothing of being romantic!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I come to think of myself.. If one day I found someone I loved before I know how to earn money, Will I spend off my money like this guy?  And for Hel if I do... I need someone to slap me hard on my face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S - Giving treats or buying presents for special occasions should be fine ya?&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as long they are happy with it, it doesn't really matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's just that, all this makes me wonder ya.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&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/5569006282757504561-5413951144840877277?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5413951144840877277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=5413951144840877277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/5413951144840877277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/5413951144840877277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-face-my-life.html' title='My face.. My Life...'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TN729IAI9zI/AAAAAAAAAnA/MNDeOGZT-ds/s72-c/62813_156939241002685_100000598301070_371122_6100776_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-8346355513536573075</id><published>2010-10-30T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T11:07:41.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling to The Night。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PdU_0my-fA0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PdU_0my-fA0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been kinda lacking off on my blogging and it's because of the lack of internet at my new accommodation. Though judging from my situation, living without internet wasn't half bad, I have many spare times to do other stuff like going for gym, swimming, hanging out, and even end up on the table finishing tutorials (which I don't do much till the last minute last time).  Be it bad or good, I still think this new place is better though there are some controversy occurring among us but then I'm sure these are no big deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Right now, what I'm up against is only towards myself,  not till recently, I've just realised that it's  like always the things or someone that I concerned the most are separated from me without any reasoning.  Yes, I know that I've mentioned this problem before this but then, it's more likely that this feeling wouldn't leave me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, like what I've always said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Bad things don't Last forever&lt;/span&gt;] or should say, I've learned to adapt in between Good and Bad and being Neutral regardless of my situation.  I must move on and wouldn't be failing myself by getting concerns, I won't move far if I keep wishing someone will held my hand and lead me forward because I realise I'm not the kind of person to have that Luck to gain concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just don't worth it to gain your attention but I've had enough, I no longer looking forward the moment where you'll look at me, this time, I'll do it all by myself, just like before.  So, I guess I doesn't really need the feeling of being concerned because the line of my duty is to help those who's left behind instead of thinking in a second of whether anyone will be helping me.  When the time comes, You'll leave me like a bird lifting off from its nest!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Therefore, Bon Voyage my angels!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be Fighting for What's right~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5569006282757504561-8346355513536573075?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/8346355513536573075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=8346355513536573075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/8346355513536573075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/8346355513536573075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/10/calling-to-night.html' title='Calling to The Night。。。'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-7362213223138176624</id><published>2010-10-22T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T13:18:36.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as We Know it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TMHwvB2hFZI/AAAAAAAAAm4/rnrJ6qeR-IU/s1600/life_as_we_know_it_poster_03-405x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TMHwvB2hFZI/AAAAAAAAAm4/rnrJ6qeR-IU/s400/life_as_we_know_it_poster_03-405x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530966508129293714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, just another interesting movie that I've planned to watch right after I've saw the trailer and right Yes, this movie is indeed interesting and truly a comedy about taking it one step at a time.  Everything was rather simple and easy to understand.  I just felt that it's great because there are some reality you can find in this story that might hit onto you in the future~  Taking care of  a child can be fun and at the same time, depressing~ But at the end of the day, it's just worth it, and that's how I felt after watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratings : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-7362213223138176624?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/7362213223138176624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=7362213223138176624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/7362213223138176624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/7362213223138176624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-as-we-know-it.html' title='Life as We Know it'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TMHwvB2hFZI/AAAAAAAAAm4/rnrJ6qeR-IU/s72-c/life_as_we_know_it_poster_03-405x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-4993033321410828381</id><published>2010-10-16T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T14:30:11.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For me, Reality is actually Unreal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TLoZSZOClBI/AAAAAAAAAmw/gXaK8BcN4ZQ/s1600/angels%24demons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TLoZSZOClBI/AAAAAAAAAmw/gXaK8BcN4ZQ/s400/angels%24demons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528759296348820498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;All the world's a stage, and all the men and women  merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man  in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;A quote expressed by William Shakespeare which I find it to be rather true for me.  Even after a long talk with my fellow friends, though there were many knowledge and experience that they have shared with me, I wouldn't think of another reason for me to pull off myself from being the ol-real me and I can move on with the progress that I'm making out.  Be it that I'll forever be lying to myself and never find back the person I once was, I know it very well that this will be the decision I regret naught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;I don't know about you but then in my dictionary, I've already wiped off the comparison between Good and Bad and left it with a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;".  Somehow, if you would still be asking me what kind of guy exactly I am since there's already no more comparison between Good and Bad, I would answer it "I'm still a Bad guy".  &amp;amp; so I'm no Devil from Hell nor an Angel from Heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;All that I could say for myself that is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Never Overestimated your Positivity nor Underestimated your Negativity"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-4993033321410828381?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4993033321410828381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=4993033321410828381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4993033321410828381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4993033321410828381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-me-reality-is-actually-unreal.html' title='For me, Reality is actually Unreal'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TLoZSZOClBI/AAAAAAAAAmw/gXaK8BcN4ZQ/s72-c/angels%24demons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-236362020054810355</id><published>2010-10-08T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T08:09:11.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Results of Year 2 Sem 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 494px; height: 543px;" class="content" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="width: 533px; height: 155px;" class="content" align="center" border="1" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                      &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     Main|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                      &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;COMMERCIAL LAW OF MALAYSIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                      &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     Main|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                      &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;INTRODUCTION TO HUMAN RESOURCE MANAGEMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                      &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     Main|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                      &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BASIC MANAGEMENT PRINCIPLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; 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          &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                      &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     Main|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                      &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BADMINTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                      &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     Resit|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                      &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;INTRODUCTION TO ACCOUNTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                      &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     Resit|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                      &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FUNDAMENTALS OF ACCOUNTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     Resit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;                &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CGPA: 2.8254&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apparently, this sem's result is the worst of it comparing to the sems before this. Even though my passing rate was better but then the grades was really disappointing me especially my English language subject.. Which I'm good at also only manage to score only a B.. (not even B+ or A-).  I have to admit it that during this sem, all the tutors are really kiam siap with our marks and too damn strict on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that's only 10% for that blame, as for the 90% blame should be on myself.. I've been playing too much and falling of the border of trying my best to fully furnish my works.  This sem, I'll work it out to achieve higher and I have to for this sem will be the toughest sem ever.  That's what I think though~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The failing on Fundamentals of Accounting (a resit sub) was expected already because I've lost all my wills to struggle on.. Don't know why, I've been really demotivated during this very last paper..  I'm going to resit it again in the new sem. And this sem, I'll make a change~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S- Sorry for those who had good expectation for my results&lt;br /&gt;I felt really disappointed with this results too T^T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-236362020054810355?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/236362020054810355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=236362020054810355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/236362020054810355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/236362020054810355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/10/results-of-year-2-sem-1.html' title='Results of Year 2 Sem 1'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-4882104075796537645</id><published>2010-10-02T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T10:27:23.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Time moving out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few days didnt online makes me felt like it's been years since the last time I online.  I've missed out so many things on the net and the updates in Facebook was untraceable since when was the last update I've made.  Even the webpage I used to check various news also got many updates.. It took me about 1 hour to finish reading all those news from all around the world ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My absence on the Internet recently was due to the fact I've changed my accommodation.  Previously, I've moved to PV6 (a nice apartment) but now I've moved to PV8 (a nicer and newer apartment) with the same rental fee. The reason why we moved out was due to a few unreasonable facts that are;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's hard to contact the owner when problem occurred&lt;br /&gt;2. We've made the place become a mess&lt;br /&gt;3. Need a change in the environment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few housemates changed, and during the previous sem, hanging out with them was pretty uncomfortable because I'm not really close with them but now, I'm trying to tune everything back to as fine as possible.  Currently, there aren't any pictures but I'll be sure to do some good updates of my new "house".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just want to live happily~!&lt;br /&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/5569006282757504561-4882104075796537645?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4882104075796537645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=4882104075796537645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4882104075796537645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4882104075796537645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/10/3rd-time-moving-out.html' title='3rd Time moving out'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-2662453283536772193</id><published>2010-09-23T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T10:35:47.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legend of the Fist: The Return of Chen Zhen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TJuLk9RaalI/AAAAAAAAAmo/pV-XmwBsy08/s1600/Screen-shot-2010-07-25-at-9.07.24-PM1-e1280106609743.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TJuLk9RaalI/AAAAAAAAAmo/pV-XmwBsy08/s400/Screen-shot-2010-07-25-at-9.07.24-PM1-e1280106609743.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520159235311823442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Others who have watched this, I've no idea what would you think about this movie but then my family gave a negative impression towards this movie while I think I'm the only one who enjoyed this movie all the way from the beginning till the end.  With the lightning fast fist action, I think it's frigging awesome! But my dad said it was messed up like street fight, well, I think those fighting styles are what you call Hardcore fighting which will really does hurt~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the storyline itself move very fast and some of you might think it's like a movie being fast forward all the time~ Just enjoy the fast ass-kicking scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Overall rating: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;8/10&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-2662453283536772193?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2662453283536772193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=2662453283536772193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/2662453283536772193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/2662453283536772193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/09/legend-of-fist-return-of-chen-zhen.html' title='Legend of the Fist: The Return of Chen Zhen'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TJuLk9RaalI/AAAAAAAAAmo/pV-XmwBsy08/s72-c/Screen-shot-2010-07-25-at-9.07.24-PM1-e1280106609743.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-1888760109034710897</id><published>2010-09-19T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T09:46:29.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A'Famosa for the First Time!</title><content type='html'>Had a one day trip at A'Famosa with a friend and capture lotsa pictures and look what I've found at the famous A'Famosa~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TJY8wTt5jXI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/2hxkzM4m2Pg/s1600/Photo0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TJY8wTt5jXI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/2hxkzM4m2Pg/s400/Photo0155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518665194013298034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chubby!!! Hahaha some of you might not know what does this mean~ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You know I know la&lt;/span&gt;~!! ahaks XD and now you're part of A'Famosa, *it's not written by me ok*~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TJY9LIwTOgI/AAAAAAAAAmg/1zlS95Udfhc/s1600/Photo0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TJY9LIwTOgI/AAAAAAAAAmg/1zlS95Udfhc/s400/Photo0129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518665654927047170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually there were more pics but then due to some complication, I'm only able to upload this one picture~ Wait till I get some green light then only I upload the others. Privacy problem ahaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-1888760109034710897?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1888760109034710897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=1888760109034710897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1888760109034710897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1888760109034710897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/09/afamosa-for-first-time.html' title='A&apos;Famosa for the First Time!'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TJY8wTt5jXI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/2hxkzM4m2Pg/s72-c/Photo0155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-1674278128112872663</id><published>2010-09-17T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T13:43:42.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Final Fantasy。。。</title><content type='html'>Simply Press one of the Videos and listen a while.. You'll know what I mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerith's Theme (FFVII)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7UODCxAtyDo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7UODCxAtyDo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Zanarkand (FFX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rLnZ5jcsRpc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rLnZ5jcsRpc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oath (FFVIII)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/joMKtX5OO4o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/joMKtX5OO4o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy Main Theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FQwAxMiKHPo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FQwAxMiKHPo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-1674278128112872663?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1674278128112872663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=1674278128112872663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1674278128112872663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1674278128112872663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-i-love-final-fantasy-series.html' title='Why I Love Final Fantasy。。。'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-5388779140946236409</id><published>2010-09-17T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:26:17.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Prologue is About to Rise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TJO_yc8PNMI/AAAAAAAAAmI/qcFpHYFwQGg/s1600/P200907150940316056255552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TJO_yc8PNMI/AAAAAAAAAmI/qcFpHYFwQGg/s400/P200907150940316056255552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517964841942201538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm coming up in this new semester with the motto of 3S and this means I'm going to make a slight change of myself based on this 3 terms that is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;i.  Salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ii.  Socialization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;iii.  Self-Actualization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Basically, I think that, having a motto in your life really does matter and you need a guide to tell yourself how great should you improve yourself to reach your goal~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is of course, an explanation for why I chose this 3S. Just a short one will do~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salvation&lt;/span&gt;:  I'll just try my best to save those who are in needs of my help with what I'm capable of doing. The execution of my "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so-called Saint&lt;/span&gt;" deeds~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Socialization&lt;/span&gt;: With my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2Face&lt;/span&gt;, There's no need to make anyone to be enemy, it's either you're neutral or you're my ally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self-Actualization&lt;/span&gt;: Engaging full throttle towards all capabilities and keep improvising myself to form a better me.  Attributing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LUNatism&lt;/span&gt; from back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know all this look Childish and  Dumb&lt;br /&gt;But, Life with Motto isn't that Bad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-5388779140946236409?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5388779140946236409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=5388779140946236409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/5388779140946236409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/5388779140946236409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-prologue-is-about-to-rise.html' title='A New Prologue is About to Rise!'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TJO_yc8PNMI/AAAAAAAAAmI/qcFpHYFwQGg/s72-c/P200907150940316056255552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-3528035070922776765</id><published>2010-09-14T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T10:31:41.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't stop the Thinking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This post might get to the nerve of some of you who loves holidays!  Because this is my view over holidays or free times that I have no idea how to spend it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peoples out there are always hoping for holidays and they have tons of activities follow up through the days and they are busy enjoying those happy days but as for me.. sigh, I have nothing to do but to count my days as if I'm becoming a vegetable anytime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's either I'm lack of friends or I'm so sucks that nobody recognise me after a period of time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you must be complaining to me that how you hope to get free from those works and rest on my sake but I guess I could say that I'm really "fan chin". I doesn't have much things to do and I rather use my time to go college study or find something to work it out but too bad.. I'm partially lazy as well for I think it's best for me to keep the working spirit till the day I'm really in the working state. Just 3 more years and I'm saying goodbye to my studies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll just have to endure all these boring days and wishing I could give it to some of you who's needing it. Else you could just hand me your work ^^~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;All the Best for those who's struggling out there~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TI-wuo19ZkI/AAAAAAAAAl4/fJZKvLZ0-Bs/s1600/7d61802b18a08a682cb3ed13fb574dae1251157753_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TI-wuo19ZkI/AAAAAAAAAl4/fJZKvLZ0-Bs/s400/7d61802b18a08a682cb3ed13fb574dae1251157753_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516822383836358210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-3528035070922776765?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3528035070922776765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=3528035070922776765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3528035070922776765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3528035070922776765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/09/cant-stop-thinking.html' title='Can&apos;t stop the Thinking!'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TI-wuo19ZkI/AAAAAAAAAl4/fJZKvLZ0-Bs/s72-c/7d61802b18a08a682cb3ed13fb574dae1251157753_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-4648795305194010066</id><published>2010-09-06T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:23:17.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still in Control</title><content type='html'>Alright, been here done that, I'm going to continue what my previous post was all about since right now, we're having a  crisis within our sleeves for if we don't find a solution ASAP.. We're sleeping at the park for sure.  I admit it, the previous post was really furious and full of anger but after some time thinking, I've easily cool down, it was within that few minutes that all this stress and fury came into me that I couldn't hold on and burst it in the blog.. To think of it, they were still child after all and being serious wasn't part of their field all this long, I can see that they only concern of having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New problem has come forth by the way and this one was rather much more complicated compared to the one before this.. And it's all about money problem but I guess, I've made a great improvements towards myself to make decision and it's one best rational for me and the others.  At least I know I'm not abandoning problems by giving up, I'm facing it with courage and fighting for what's right.  It's sure is hard to face problem but when you dare to face it, you could find improvements in yourself and that's what I'm looking for; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Adapt and Improvise&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny it that my anticipation towards people really leaves them no chance and I've begin to love this ability of mine to anticipate what's one is thinking.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To go against bad people, you must become another badder badass&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TIUjH373rRI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ZFiFZl8ZQvA/s1600/anime-character-expressions-027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TIUjH373rRI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ZFiFZl8ZQvA/s400/anime-character-expressions-027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513851936966159634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Imma so evil-like by now~ &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-4648795305194010066?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4648795305194010066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=4648795305194010066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4648795305194010066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4648795305194010066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-still-in-control.html' title='I&apos;m still in Control'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TIUjH373rRI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ZFiFZl8ZQvA/s72-c/anime-character-expressions-027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-4521746570153615896</id><published>2010-09-04T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T23:34:55.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never put "Anything" for an ANSWER!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, I really have enough of peoples who can't make decision for themselves but yet only give you a negative feedback the moment you're about to decide things!! Why don't you tell me the problem that you're having earlier when I've asked you and only tell me when I'm placing the answer?? I didn't ignore you when I'm doing any plans didn't I?! I've asked you more than 10 times for goodness sake!!! What you end up telling me "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just help me make the decision, I'll follow&lt;/span&gt;"?! Then, at the last minute, when I'm telling you the procedure to make the decision, you sunk me with your Fking problem?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much problem will I be involved with that ridiculous behavior of yours?! Can't you please at least get grown up and start making a proper answer and think, THINK before you think that YOU'VE MADE A DECISION~!!!! If you got problem, please state it out immediately the moment I asked you!!! I didn't ask once or twice, I asked you the very first moment I PLANNED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you seriously want to put an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt; for an answer~ I won't forbid you!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT PLEASE DON'T END UP SABOTAGING ME WHEN I'M PUTTING UP THE DEAL!&lt;/span&gt;!!! Do you know I look like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RETARD&lt;/span&gt; on that day?! I'm not trying to take control over all of you, I want a fair expressive feelings from all of you and don't hide those feelings and expecting me to look into all of you one by one!!  If you can't follow my pace, tell me!! I can slow down!! Don't follow and stab me from the back when I didn't force you to do so!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/26UA578yQ5g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/26UA578yQ5g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Someone could FUCKING GET KILLED WITH THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYTHING-FOR-ANSWER OF YOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-4521746570153615896?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4521746570153615896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=4521746570153615896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4521746570153615896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4521746570153615896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/09/never-put-anything-for-answer.html' title='Never put &quot;Anything&quot; for an ANSWER!!'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-8066988174612679950</id><published>2010-08-30T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:21:35.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>林俊杰 - 一个又一个</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Llfoo3axpw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Llfoo3axpw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received this song from dear lui lui~ Yeap.. just one by one.. Yes, I'll wait..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-8066988174612679950?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/8066988174612679950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=8066988174612679950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/8066988174612679950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/8066988174612679950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='林俊杰 - 一个又一个'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-6849416552706390158</id><published>2010-08-29T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:21:47.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's set..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/THs_2ag3q_I/AAAAAAAAAlY/z77BqIOjKuE/s1600/d2862ebdaa413d4a5b7d737ff8579ab9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/THs_2ag3q_I/AAAAAAAAAlY/z77BqIOjKuE/s400/d2862ebdaa413d4a5b7d737ff8579ab9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511068773080607730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life have it's plan on you of how your life should go like and you can only choose to move forward no matter how many trouble or obstacles you'll have to see in your life. Though from time to time, no matter how strong we tried to encourage ourselves to be, there will be more than once in our life that we thought of giving up and stood there for ages of time &amp;amp; pretend as if the pain was had become numb.  No matter how bright the Sun would shine across our mother Earth, we will still have to see the Moon arise in the night.  What does this tells you other than "Nothing Last Forever"?  Things will change and each day can be better or worse but it's the way you coop up with the obstacle is what that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, most of the younger individuals only thought of how to be the best in their studies among their friends or around schools but thinking it back, do they really get the point and reason why we're studying so hard for? Competition among each other is never-ending and losing a few rounds is not the end of the world.  Now, win-lose is the threshold of their lives but the lesson that they are supposed to learn are close to void. You end up knowing nothing about your original purpose.  Even parents themselves are keeping this comparison close leaving only the best shall live and the weak shall suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging by the situation around the society, the world is already damn unfair and yet you're still keeping everything tough.  Stop being stress, learn what you should learn and apply knowledge to your life and not because your lust to win over something that you can never forever win in.  Learn from where you fall and boost up your achievement for what you're best in, not on how many people you're going to win over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;At the end of the day, we're still going to see how good are you in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;society and how much profit you can gain in life~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-6849416552706390158?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6849416552706390158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=6849416552706390158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6849416552706390158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6849416552706390158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-set.html' title='It&apos;s set..'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/THs_2ag3q_I/AAAAAAAAAlY/z77BqIOjKuE/s72-c/d2862ebdaa413d4a5b7d737ff8579ab9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-475823210405200271</id><published>2010-08-19T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T04:05:15.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals for Year 2 Sem 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's beginning soon and I'll just have to get my preparation all around me before the real deal comes but then.. Am I really being serious right now? The feelings is rather different or maybe it's because so many thing had happened that I'm feeling blue right now? Let bygone be bygone, if people is going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to forget about me and ignore me, let it be.. I have no idea why do you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate/dislike/ignoring/moody&lt;/span&gt; with me and I've done all my apology that I could yet you're still being this way and telling me you're not mad at all.. I really have nothing else that I could do, why must they one by one treat me this way.. Out of all sudden ignore me and leave me alone.. Was it fun to treat me this way or I'm fated to be treated in this sort of way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh, enough of complain... now, it's time to light up the heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Get lost all my emotions! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TG0PsrJ1K9I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/j7sr3FXhkhg/s1600/Burn_baby_burn_by_andyslade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TG0PsrJ1K9I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/j7sr3FXhkhg/s400/Burn_baby_burn_by_andyslade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507075179516603346" border="0" /&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/5569006282757504561-475823210405200271?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/475823210405200271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=475823210405200271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/475823210405200271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/475823210405200271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/08/finals-for-year-2-sem-1.html' title='Finals for Year 2 Sem 1'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TG0PsrJ1K9I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/j7sr3FXhkhg/s72-c/Burn_baby_burn_by_andyslade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-391299497346174391</id><published>2010-08-14T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T09:13:27.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, White Flag!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TGa_ljmScfI/AAAAAAAAAlI/0G-PDWfx4rQ/s1600/white_flag_by_vampireDoLL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TGa_ljmScfI/AAAAAAAAAlI/0G-PDWfx4rQ/s400/white_flag_by_vampireDoLL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505298246438908402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Based on the picture, most of you should know what I'm trying to mean, right..? Yeap, history always repeat itself and right now I'm doing the same thing as well. Give out a white flag to tell the hell out that "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAD ENOUGH~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".  Though, I know, it's just the matter of time till I met another person and try my best to prevent the same thing from repeating.. but, the problem is, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes, I felt like I'm being taken for granted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-391299497346174391?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/391299497346174391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=391299497346174391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/391299497346174391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/391299497346174391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/08/again-white-flag.html' title='Again, White Flag!!'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TGa_ljmScfI/AAAAAAAAAlI/0G-PDWfx4rQ/s72-c/white_flag_by_vampireDoLL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-7966723301050421097</id><published>2010-08-12T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T02:29:01.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inception</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TGO9aWBA4zI/AAAAAAAAAlA/v4IrHWyVFDA/s1600/inception01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TGO9aWBA4zI/AAAAAAAAAlA/v4IrHWyVFDA/s400/inception01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504451429860959026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fuyoooo~~ yesterday had a wonderful day with my Lui Lui JJ XD. Ahahaha although the cycling part was like damn tiring and I tend to lead lui lui to a weird cycling route and later on meeting up a dead end.  Oh well, that's weird, I thought I was on the right track.. Sorry ya lil one, I think I've forgot some of the fun track.  How bout a next time then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after that, we took our lunch and straight zoomed to Inception and all that I've got to say for this movie that is, "It's superbly awesome~!!" Thanks lui lui for accompanying me to watch this movie even though you've watched it once.  Pity you also, hafta sleep in the cinema ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Inception is a kind of movie that will really need you to think about the theory that they are trying to apply and I know some of you might think this movie does have relevance with real life.. oh well, I just think the whole idea of this movie is damn cool yo~!  As usual, no spoiler, just the scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-7966723301050421097?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/7966723301050421097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=7966723301050421097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/7966723301050421097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/7966723301050421097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/08/inception.html' title='Inception'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TGO9aWBA4zI/AAAAAAAAAlA/v4IrHWyVFDA/s72-c/inception01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-6328328089468010835</id><published>2010-08-08T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:11:03.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even if you ask me, it will be no use..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dislike it to be emotional and if possible, I really doesn't even want to have a moody face around everyone.  I doesn't like to be the cause of everyone's sadness but then I can feel of it that what I'm doing really do cause some sadness among them.  I'm sorry, I don't mean it but I doesn't know what is happening within me.  Somehow, I know what I'm doing seems like to be wrong, but I believe it that with my ignorant behaviour, I can make some of your behaviour to be extinct.. or at least I hope it works.. Well, that depends on how much I worth for you in your heart then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So confuse with all the things that is happening all this long.. Who am I..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5569006282757504561-6328328089468010835?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6328328089468010835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=6328328089468010835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6328328089468010835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6328328089468010835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/08/even-if-you-ask-me-it-will-be-no-use.html' title='Even if you ask me, it will be no use..'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-1950792848169768616</id><published>2010-08-05T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:23:46.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Comedie Humaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TFrkwky7L0I/AAAAAAAAAk4/KVUq36WsLH4/s1600/2010.06.22_LaComedieHumaine6_rs.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TFrkwky7L0I/AAAAAAAAAk4/KVUq36WsLH4/s400/2010.06.22_LaComedieHumaine6_rs.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501961417948606274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, for this movie, I'm going to cut it short.. If you're stress, Watch this movie and you can have all your tiredness blown away by laughing hard on this movie.  Seriously, this is the kind of comedy that I love from Hong Kong movie and not just simple over-reacting and lame graphics. This is the real deal of Hong Kong comedy movie which will eventually reminds you of Stephen classical "Mou Lei Tao" oral jokes~  Prepare to Laugh~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;8.5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Marks were deducted for poor plot but the others are superb~)&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/5569006282757504561-1950792848169768616?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1950792848169768616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=1950792848169768616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1950792848169768616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1950792848169768616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/08/la-comedie-humaine.html' title='La Comedie Humaine'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TFrkwky7L0I/AAAAAAAAAk4/KVUq36WsLH4/s72-c/2010.06.22_LaComedieHumaine6_rs.preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-4429281052862138557</id><published>2010-07-31T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T11:24:17.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Standing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Emo Alert~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After not long, I still get tired of all these.. time after time, one after another and people abandon me one after another like I'm a toy.  Surely I don't expect everyone will bound to me forever but why every time also gave me this "Close" feelings just to tell me to let it go in the end..  It's like a curse hidden within me that pushes them all away. Of course, the "garden" is full of "flowers" but then I just don't know why I can't see any "flowers" through my "scope"... Was it because I was too demanding or because there were no "flowers".. Alright, I know I sound desperate but hey, I, myself tried to forget about it for like so many times but every time when I thought I can forget it for a long time, then "they" just came by and knock my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After knocking, have a little chat.. They flew off for no reason..  I felt like a fool once again..  Did I easily misunderstood people?  Alright, your mind will tell you I did, but come ask me, and I'll tell you why I think I didn't... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, I guess, I've just being unlucky and no potential in love~ argh, what about it.. keep finding lor... I don't believe I look under every single flower also doesn't have one that won't like me!! Am I really that bad after so many people encourage me that my girlfriend will be blessed?? Or they are just a bunch of liars who's trying to make me feel better huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll prove it~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-4429281052862138557?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4429281052862138557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=4429281052862138557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4429281052862138557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4429281052862138557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/07/keep-standing.html' title='Keep Standing...'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-3482275877899938533</id><published>2010-07-31T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T02:48:57.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Reasons Why Girls Should Date with Sad Virgin Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just read this over a blog and I find it out to be interesting hahaha~ That's why I always believe myself to be a "worthy" investment by the girls (or maybe so...)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Otome Sugoren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. You can dye him your colour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you’re his first girlfriend you can have him dress and date how  you want. It’s best not to be too forceful and take into account his  wishes as you move him closer to what you want though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. He’ll be delighted with simple things like you cooking for him or holding his hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These might be expected by people with lots of experience dating but a romantic novice should be moved by them all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. You can avoid being compared to his last girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As he likely never had one, he’ll not compare you to his last. For  example your cooking or what you want to do for birthdays, etc. But you  should avoid comparing him to your last boyfriend too – upset men tend  to get jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. You can pursue an innocent romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He might be nervous or awkward on dates. But you can also relive your  “innocent” school romances. For a woman looking for “pure love,” a  novice might be just the thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. You needn’t be jealous of other women&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With an experienced guy you never know when he’ll make a pass at a  girl. But with a greenhorn he probably doesn’t know how to talk to girls  properly so there’s no danger of that. On the other hand,  he’s more  likely to be jealous of you so watch what you do with other guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. You needn’t use relationship tactics on him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You don’t have to bother playing hot and cold with him by being  deliberately nice or nasty to get what you want. In fact doing this  might backfire as he might overreact to such stimuli. Perhaps best to be  straight with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. He’ll remember your anniversaries and events&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you started dating you probably cared about these things at  first. It’s like that for a guy with no experience so he’ll care about  them a lot. He may not know what to expect so you can tell him what  you  want him to do too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. You don’t have to worry about him cheating on you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He’s likely to take romance seriously so the chances of him cheating  are low. However, romance can open a man’s eyes so you’d better watch  him closely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-3482275877899938533?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3482275877899938533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=3482275877899938533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3482275877899938533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3482275877899938533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/07/8-reasons-why-girls-should-date-with.html' title='8 Reasons Why Girls Should Date with Sad Virgin Men'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-6238042404257701224</id><published>2010-07-27T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:36:35.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light as Feather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah~ Imma so going to enjoy the days of relaxing now after so many weeks of busyness but then right now... I think I've created something inside me as well, some sort of souvenir I had from all the hardworking over this past few weeks I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends would just said that I'm physiological exhausted but then I could just feel something is wrong with me.  First thing first, I've problem with my meals these days  that I kept felt like puking every time I smell the scent of food (not durian or any rotten food). Even nasi lemak or fried mee those... As  soon as I smell the scent, I'll have the feeling being full as well as going to thrown up and I'll eventually have to force myself to eat which I've never felt this way before.  If it's gastric, I should be much more hungry and will demand for food.. or maybe this is another level of gastric..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if you're thinking to ask me bout it... I'm NOT HAVING ANY DIET~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bah... any other way, I bet I'm going to be fine anyway... But it's really disgusting you know when you're supposed to be hungry yet still feel very full when the meal is infront of you. This thing had lasted in me for the 2nd weeks already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the person I cared for.. Please throw your sadness to me and not hiding it.. Seeing you in pain yet couldn't help you makes me feels the anguish as well you know.  Your lies wouldn't do any good to help neither me or you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know you're scared of being a burden to other people but I want you to know it as well, I rather lift your burden with you than seeing you drowning in that sorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Never Lie to a Liar...&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-6238042404257701224?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6238042404257701224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=6238042404257701224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6238042404257701224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6238042404257701224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/07/light-as-feather.html' title='Light as Feather'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-5477103025628856997</id><published>2010-07-23T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:40:50.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>StreetDance 3D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TEpfJ7zz4uI/AAAAAAAAAkw/5NyvdDXwWUo/s1600/StreetDance3D_Quad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TEpfJ7zz4uI/AAAAAAAAAkw/5NyvdDXwWUo/s400/StreetDance3D_Quad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497310919437574882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just had this movie during the busy hour of my college life~ Oh well, you know what I said, It's always better to get some time to chill yourself during the stressful moments eh~~  At first, me and my friends were planning to go for Inception but due to time management issue, we missed out the movie and since we've reached the cinema, there's no more turning back and we finally made the decision to watch this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to say that I'm not regret at all to watch this movie, it's a piece of dancing art that I call it cool~ Though the dialogue used in this movie was rather slacky and sound bit of weird (or maybe it's because they have the London slang which tickles my mind each time they spoke but the songs inserted in each part fit in very well which will eventually raises the moods around the hall. The story twisted pretty nice as well and I guess not many will see it coming (I didn't see that coming as well~!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overall, this movie is worth-watching but could be better~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;7.5/10&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-5477103025628856997?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5477103025628856997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=5477103025628856997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/5477103025628856997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/5477103025628856997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/07/streetdance-3d.html' title='StreetDance 3D'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TEpfJ7zz4uI/AAAAAAAAAkw/5NyvdDXwWUo/s72-c/StreetDance3D_Quad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-4370685224667398174</id><published>2010-07-21T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T12:13:49.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Understand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't get it what is happening right now... We were like so close few days back then but now, I'm suddenly being declined down down down.. Was it that every person that meant something in my life have to go through this process towards me?  Why must it always be like this? Every time I thought I've found the one, within a split second and they will straight away detached from my heart with no reason available.  It's some sort of like dying without an answer... What crime have I done in my past to deserve such treatment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, I know, I must be some sort of wicked bastard last time and now my karma is doing the pay off over me.  I guess, it's better for me to stay out of her (again!). Not "again!" on the same person, but as usual, those who come close will later on have to stay out from me after a period of time. That's what kept happening and there's no way I can prevent it at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really tried my best but... I just can't! Sometimes... I really does felt very tired... till the point I don't wish to see what's the next worst thing going to happen.... but, to live a better life to inspire others, these sort of heartaches won't be killing me (but I do wish I can finally stop receiving this sort of treatment from those dear ones...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I think I'll need another break in life... seriously... T^T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-4370685224667398174?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4370685224667398174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=4370685224667398174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4370685224667398174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4370685224667398174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-understand.html' title='Don&apos;t Understand...'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-1109580879528931686</id><published>2010-07-17T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T08:10:02.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So long already...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ohhhhh I've been abandoning my blog for few weeks already.. awwww what to do, there is not a moment I could lay rest without not thinking about my assessments and my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;Now only I'm able to feel the stressful life in college or should say some people in the time table management is crazy? All assignments are thrown up to us in a sudden and we are required to finish it like within one or two weeks while others are still in hand.. LoL I felt like a living machine back there... One more week to go and this will also going to be a blast-full-of-tiredness week~ Tskkk~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't give a damn! Come on TARC, gimme all you got babeh~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5569006282757504561-1109580879528931686?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1109580879528931686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=1109580879528931686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1109580879528931686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1109580879528931686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-long-already.html' title='So long already...'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-6285468065811139439</id><published>2010-07-08T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:46:05.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsukiko Amano - 蝶</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MfF-xa_xAvA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MfF-xa_xAvA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For me, Tsukiko Amano's voice is second to none in my favourite Japanese singers list (as of Naitomea, Aya Hirano, Koda Kumi and so on). Her live show really show much power of her voice and I'm loving it~ So full of feelings &amp;amp; 'strugglings'~ It's never easy to sing this song you see. Anyway, just enjoy it the way you like it~ &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;P.S - Too busy with works that I've no time to put updates ahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-6285468065811139439?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6285468065811139439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=6285468065811139439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6285468065811139439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6285468065811139439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/07/tsukiko-amano.html' title='Tsukiko Amano - 蝶'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-3196631933873514824</id><published>2010-06-29T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:13:01.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TCrDkdo2d7I/AAAAAAAAAko/dLhBqJF7sjM/s1600/frozen-movies-20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TCrDkdo2d7I/AAAAAAAAAko/dLhBqJF7sjM/s400/frozen-movies-20101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488414127103047602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First of all, my first best suggestion was that you don't even need to put this in your movie list throughout your life~!! Even I myself doesn't intend to watch it but due to our very very limited choices (because few of my friends had watched most of the latest movies). And one of them insisted that this movie, FROZEN would be a good movie and it was indeed a "good" movie in FREEZING your expression.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As soon I saw the trailer, I know this movie would be a bad choice.  Just think of it "How far can a story about 3 person stucking up on the cable car for the whole movie can be exciting?". Alright, it was one of the worst way to die up there but hey, it's a movie!! Staring 3 people kept talking up there makes no good sense for a good movie!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Though there is still some slight excitement and gore scene.. but as I mentioned, it was Some~! The other parts was just the conversation about how they are waiting themselves to be Frozen to death. Luckily, this movie lasted only for 1 hour 15 minutes~ If it's a 2 hours movie, I can't imagine how I might eventually "FROZEN" to boredom in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quote of the day in Frozen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're gonna be fine, baby~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overall Ratings :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;3/10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(only for the slight excitement I meant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P/S: &amp;amp; I can't believe the internet raters eventually gave this movie &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then it depends on you readers, trust my view or the raters ahaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-3196631933873514824?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3196631933873514824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=3196631933873514824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3196631933873514824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3196631933873514824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/06/frozen.html' title='Frozen'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TCrDkdo2d7I/AAAAAAAAAko/dLhBqJF7sjM/s72-c/frozen-movies-20101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-7488751878296714750</id><published>2010-06-22T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T06:49:05.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was a child...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TCGE4eY0FLI/AAAAAAAAAkg/oV6yy9T089s/s1600/201120091051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TCGE4eY0FLI/AAAAAAAAAkg/oV6yy9T089s/s400/201120091051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485811926878655666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I always cry&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I love drinking milk-in-the-baby-bottle and only stopped in Standard 3&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I have few small mole on my face (it was removed during my primary days)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm one of the victim of bullies (from house to school)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I had few stitches on my head (but I never cried during the stitching process)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I 'washed' my parents's bed by pouring water on the bed (because I peed on it when my parents wasn't around)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I hated spicy foods (but I love it now)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I hated  shrimps (till one day my mom forced me to eat, then I eventually love it)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Had my first spectacle when I was in Standard 3&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I always fought with my elder brother (couldn't stand of being teased all the time)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Had my first kiss with one of my faraway cousin (can't recall how old I am)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I had a "teatime" with 土地公 by pouring the tea and drinking tea at the altar&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Acquired Reversed-peristalsis when I was 5 years old&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I have 3 little bears that will be with me all the time especially when I slept (till now, they are still with me)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't really like to talk to people (anti-social)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I pointed a goat and said out "Dog!" (not long after I learned to speak)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I pretended to be sleeping in the living room because I love it when my parents carry me to bed (love warmth hugs)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I kissed my parents every moment I could (even till now of course)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Thought of commit suicide when I was 6 years old&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Almost attempted to murder someone when I was 10 years old&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I stopped using pampers and wash poops myself when I've able to walk&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm superb in being stubborn and naughty&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't know what is English till I'm 12 years old (started taking English tuition few months before UPSR)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Had Chinese and Arithmetic lessons (5 ~ 6 years old)  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I was robbed during Standard 6 and Form 3 (but none of them get to rob anything from me: First case, they were caught by police. Second case, I beat them up)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My mom hugged me to sleep when I had this spreadable itchy-skin-disease&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I was the first child and last child to be hit by my father &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I always wished to grow up even older&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Thought of becoming a police (cause I want to shoot someone with the gun)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Always lie, cheat, swindled peoples around me (stopped that habit already)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Stole things without ever getting caught (stopped as well)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't have any best friends and I barely trust anyone&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Head-first rammed on a lorry (I rammed the lorry, not the lorry rammed me cause it's not moving!!) then my head bleeds all the way down to my feet and scared the hell out of my family when I walked to them and asked "Why I had red-coloured sweat all over my head??"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I was a child ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I tried a cigarette when I was 5 years old (picked up the cigarette leftover after my father disposed it) and I get to know how SUCKS it tasted like. (after that incident, I sicked for 2 weeks and had ill stomach for 1 week cause kept vomit) Never touch cigarette anymore since then~&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I typed all this out just in case one day when I've lost my memory or I've lost my sanity, I could come back here to see back all those old memories. And there's still a lot of it but I couldn't remember that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;P/S : - I'm still a child till now~&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-7488751878296714750?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/7488751878296714750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=7488751878296714750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/7488751878296714750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/7488751878296714750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-i-was-child.html' title='When I was a child...'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TCGE4eY0FLI/AAAAAAAAAkg/oV6yy9T089s/s72-c/201120091051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-1015861168818932512</id><published>2010-06-16T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:50:06.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Karate Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBklENqLuEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/4djIlHyy9qg/s1600/Karate_Kid_2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBklENqLuEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/4djIlHyy9qg/s400/Karate_Kid_2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483454775616583746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright~ the Karate Kid, a movie that I've not very expecting but in return, I felt that it's eventually not a bad movie at all unlike its predecessors in which kids could knock out an adult in no time and that was really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;JUST FOR KID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, their new remake of the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Kung Fu Kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" doesn't sound that way and it's much more promising even though their stunt and fist-fighting wasn't as cool as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ip Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; but hey, we're talking about a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;12-years old kid who is able to do stunt like an adult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Now that's cool~! Because I myself doesn't have the ability to do that~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the moral inside this story was meaningful too and I find it out to be quite touching (on Jackie Chan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, Life tends to knock you down. But, it's your choice to decide whether to stand back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Spoiler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* And one of the kissing was just another reflection of the teenagers a.k.a small kids these days~ 12-years old kiss wasn't really inappropriate, because I've seen two 7 years old doing french kiss already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall: I'll rate this movie as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-1015861168818932512?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1015861168818932512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=1015861168818932512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1015861168818932512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1015861168818932512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/06/karate-kid.html' title='The Karate Kid'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBklENqLuEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/4djIlHyy9qg/s72-c/Karate_Kid_2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-4634245081562414976</id><published>2010-06-15T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:12:51.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready to lose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Winning and Losing play an important role throughout human.  Everyone is fighting to be the best among the others and some has given up in this cruel reality.  Though their mouth are saying that they are trying to be fair toward the others, but the action that they are taking are totally against it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And so, we have another kind of people who will only think of themselves of how much the WORLD owes them. People like them can be real selfish till they've made themselves become a real jerk and I'm starting to feel the absurdness among them because there's this kind of people who's close to me (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not in term of friendship&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wondering, how much complains they'll have to give till they are satisfied with what they have or at least, complain and fight for it! Not sit aside as a bystander and complain about how sucks this world is!! You want to be great?! Then start to act like one already and don't be such beotch on the roadside.  If you can't follow the flow, then just run away from it like how you will always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Basically, I myself, do complains but at the same time, I'm taking action behind everyone's attention, though it's cunning, but I'm making a move to change the situation. I have enough with words made out of air, it's time to grant the wish by my own hands. Wake up lads, the cruel world is just waiting ahead.  And of course, I don't plan to win by being good, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to win against the corrupted, you have to be repulsive&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBhAYrfpdKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/YZ0IDcUMvmQ/s1600/twofaceeckhart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBhAYrfpdKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/YZ0IDcUMvmQ/s400/twofaceeckhart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483203339060081826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, which side are you on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-4634245081562414976?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4634245081562414976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=4634245081562414976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4634245081562414976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4634245081562414976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/06/are-you-ready-to-lose.html' title='Are you ready to lose?'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBhAYrfpdKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/YZ0IDcUMvmQ/s72-c/twofaceeckhart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-6780996272250311183</id><published>2010-06-11T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:09:08.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 June.. Certainly not my month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMFGBBQ~!!! This month, it's like *sniff sniff* Terrible! I had so many things go wrong over this month and if anyone of you ever realise, last year around this time, was also my worst time ever. And I have to admit it, my 风水 during June is totally opposed. I could felt those bad lucks over my whole body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;3-Leaf Clover, Bad Luck as ever~&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBJ7bixanjI/AAAAAAAAAjI/AU5NxzVvqjw/s1600/When_Life_Gets_Unlucky_by_pawlabear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBJ7bixanjI/AAAAAAAAAjI/AU5NxzVvqjw/s400/When_Life_Gets_Unlucky_by_pawlabear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481579409584070194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First, I had an ulcer on my tongue for one whole week (which usually only take 3 days to cure) but this one had to take one week to fully recover, not to mention my difficulty to speak with that stupid-whitish-ulcer which makes me felt like I've lost 1/2 of my tongue while speaking. A week after that, during my presentation, I screwed up for no reason and I think it's because I suddenly lose my stability on speech. Then right now, I'm being sick even though I'm back with my exercising routine.  Can this month be any better when there are still 3 more weeks till the end of this month?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amitabha~! Bless me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-6780996272250311183?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6780996272250311183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=6780996272250311183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6780996272250311183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6780996272250311183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/06/2010-june-certainly-not-my-month.html' title='2010 June.. Certainly not my month!'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBJ7bixanjI/AAAAAAAAAjI/AU5NxzVvqjw/s72-c/When_Life_Gets_Unlucky_by_pawlabear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-9017915122846921822</id><published>2010-06-10T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:52:02.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A for Awesome!! The A-Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBHg40iKK5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Gv1hZhyzIl4/s1600/A_team_poster_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBHg40iKK5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Gv1hZhyzIl4/s400/A_team_poster_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481409488265816978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMF stands for 'Adios Mother F-----'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, the title of the movie says it all~ full of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOMENESS&lt;/span&gt;!! There'll be non-stop action in this fully action-packed movie and the cinema will be full of laughters and impressiveness~!  The actions are so cool and most of all, very impossible which I think logic-thinkers wouldn't love this sort of movie.  Though be reminded, when it comes to movie, nothing is going to be real, so, try remove your logic thinking for once in a while. Your life is already logic enough to let you stress out there. Seal your mind, and be ready to WoW in this crazy movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Rates : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-9017915122846921822?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/9017915122846921822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=9017915122846921822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/9017915122846921822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/9017915122846921822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-awesome-a-team.html' title='A for Awesome!! The A-Team'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBHg40iKK5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Gv1hZhyzIl4/s72-c/A_team_poster_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-4942787857892769825</id><published>2010-06-03T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:28:51.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good guy or Easily give up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As some of you might knew about it~ I've decided to give up on persuading the person I admire and the main reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TAfXClk0iUI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ywvxZhjgsec/s1600/Give_up_on_your_love_by_violet_funeralflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TAfXClk0iUI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ywvxZhjgsec/s400/Give_up_on_your_love_by_violet_funeralflower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478583911165757762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not because I've fallen for another but it's just because I know there is another knight that saved her and so, that is why, I'll retreat myself.  If people going to tell me that as long she's not married and that I'll still have the chance then I'll have to say that I'm sorry, that's not the concept I accept (though I tend to give this advice to others). However, I myself doesn't like to behave so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay~ I'm a coward who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't dare to compete with others&lt;/span&gt;. But, my purpose to love someone is just to see her in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;. If there's people that can give it to her more than I could or she loved him, then that means I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not the one who suppose to give that "Love"&lt;/span&gt; right?!  Somehow, he better be good to you for if he doesn't, I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Love is not possession.&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-4942787857892769825?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4942787857892769825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=4942787857892769825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4942787857892769825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4942787857892769825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-guy-or-easily-give-up.html' title='Good guy or Easily give up?'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TAfXClk0iUI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ywvxZhjgsec/s72-c/Give_up_on_your_love_by_violet_funeralflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-6309064762864612749</id><published>2010-05-30T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T09:26:37.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First step is always the hardest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For one week I've been continue doing my exercises for one week after one year of retirement from sports. Yes, it's certainly not easy to move back all those old muscles but then the outcome was pretty satisfying right now because I don't feel pain on my lung anymore after I heat up my body.  Like today, urm,  yesterday Sunday morning, climb up to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;peak of Broga Hill&lt;/span&gt; was quite breathtaking but I still manage to use up my stamina to finish the whole track. ^^ It's one great day in fact hehe~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TAKQkHdSbcI/AAAAAAAAAiw/2Cs-rWrgFgQ/s1600/28787_434757526350_572866350_6136342_1680955_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TAKQkHdSbcI/AAAAAAAAAiw/2Cs-rWrgFgQ/s400/28787_434757526350_572866350_6136342_1680955_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477099046987525570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5569006282757504561-6309064762864612749?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6309064762864612749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=6309064762864612749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6309064762864612749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6309064762864612749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-step-is-always-hardest.html' title='First step is always the hardest'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TAKQkHdSbcI/AAAAAAAAAiw/2Cs-rWrgFgQ/s72-c/28787_434757526350_572866350_6136342_1680955_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-6413004643530350528</id><published>2010-05-23T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T23:33:00.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes sem 3 overall status</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahahaha here's the results that were released last week and I only manage to upload it now because I was not around during the weekends~ It was good but still not good enough I think because I knew it well that I could do better but at the same time, I have no regrets because I've tried my best to knock it downs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; 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          &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAMADUN ISLAM DAN ASIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, this new semester would be a really hectic one! With &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;5 subjects to handle + 2 resits + 1 co-curricular programme and my orthopedics sessions.&lt;/span&gt; Yeap~ orthopedics~ I'm attempting to make braces~ OMGWTFBBQ... just thinking about the conclusions of this sem makes me shivered already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will I able to make it out alive?!&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-6413004643530350528?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6413004643530350528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=6413004643530350528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6413004643530350528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6413004643530350528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-comes-sem-3-overall-status.html' title='Here comes sem 3 overall status'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-5694346965368391999</id><published>2010-05-19T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:06:36.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move those lazy muscles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S_SnA3EmDxI/AAAAAAAAAio/cPp3gpa4mjc/s1600/photo0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S_SnA3EmDxI/AAAAAAAAAio/cPp3gpa4mjc/s400/photo0108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473183080387055378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another me from the past^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Urghh~ The first week of Year 2 Sem 1 is not really that blasting or should have said that I'm already expecting the way it would be.  I wouldn't really be expecting for many opportunity to meet up with new freshies like some of my classmates does.  Maybe we are now in our Senior levels already but that wouldn't really mean anything after all but the start of this new sem, we had almost half of our housemates changed.  Some of them are my classmates and yeah, we're crazy just in the first week. Non-stop laughing and having fun~&lt;br /&gt;And the other few new housemates, I'll try to introduce it in here as soon as they are used to me hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, there's nothing else special in this week~ As usual, my interest towards games had declined once again, I don't even have the mood to play it if there's nobody ask.. or even if they did ask.. I might want to think twice lor~ ahahaha maybe it's because I finally have someone that I can chat with frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't said that it was me who accompany her chatting while she's working~ In fact, it's her who accompany me to chat because I always have free times and since she's free to chat during work~ So, we just chat non-stop with some lunch hours break and then we'll keep on chatting during weekdays. Time passes fast through that way~ But I'm satisfied ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5569006282757504561-5694346965368391999?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5694346965368391999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=5694346965368391999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/5694346965368391999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/5694346965368391999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/05/move-those-lazy-muscles.html' title='Move those lazy muscles!'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S_SnA3EmDxI/AAAAAAAAAio/cPp3gpa4mjc/s72-c/photo0108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-422229373858019886</id><published>2010-05-14T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T11:26:29.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parts of Truth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been staring at the blank space for a very long time of thinking  what should I fill up for this time post. When I look back to all these previous posts, it's all really  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;.  Yeap, of course I'm not expecting myself to say something that  is very meaningful, I'm not a philosopher or any great man.  That's the  purpose of my blog from the beginning I've start writing, I just wish  to say out something in my heart &amp;amp; think of the things I couldn't say out  to peoples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S-2EjlaVdOI/AAAAAAAAAig/__KPeIeuaHQ/s1600/photo0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S-2EjlaVdOI/AAAAAAAAAig/__KPeIeuaHQ/s400/photo0105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471174869197878498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;I've been a baby before.. Interesting~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, I'll just start a long part of this session.  I've started to think about the past of my life all this long ever since my uncle passed away.  I tried to look back to all those old albums of myself and cast on a projection of the young me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like reforming a puzzle, I didn't finish viewing the whole album but as soon as I turn those pages, my heart felt touched and uncomfortable at the same time. As if each page turns down my heart, because I've never thought I've already live in this world, for 19 years. The beginning of my life, must have been the most difficult part for my parents' life of take caring me and might as well as their greatest achievement in their life in forming the "Me" today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though how many wrongdoings they are doing right now that make my heartache, the fact that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;they have taken care of me when I'm in the most fragile moments is the inevitable truth&lt;/span&gt;. No matter what, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;owe them a life&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;protection&lt;/span&gt; that was provided by them. I'll have no chance to repay this "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;" they've granted for me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I think I can do, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to live a better life like how they wished&lt;/span&gt; I could be, ever since I was small.  That's the hope of every parents who love their child will think of during the birth of their new child.  My future, would be their achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that, some people out there, they might not have a complete family and maybe they've grown up in a life full of suffering, complication and might as well not receiving any love from the parents or they might think so.  But, that's Life for you, it's just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unfair&lt;/span&gt;, it's so unfair that is which is why you should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;start looking for what you have right now instead of what you don't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What others couldn't give you, are you willing to give it out to those out there?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; For your current life being incomplete, do you have the capability to provide others a complete life that you don't have?  Life isn't perfect, yes, I know, there can never be one.  Somehow, can you assure that the next time when you'll be the parents, you can ensure the next few things that you do wouldn't be the mistake your parents have done today? After all, we all, have their genes in us.  You need not to place a bet with me, just look into me and tell me, you'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give the most love for those who you'll be caring for&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Future can be planned but you can never tell what's happening the next day of your life.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="content"&gt;&lt;span class="cc_1col"&gt;&lt;pre class="lrc" id="lrc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;最心痛是，　愛是太遲；&lt;br /&gt; 只差一秒，　心聲都已變歷史。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;span class="cc_1col"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-422229373858019886?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/422229373858019886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=422229373858019886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/422229373858019886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/422229373858019886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/05/parts-of-truth.html' title='Parts of Truth...'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S-2EjlaVdOI/AAAAAAAAAig/__KPeIeuaHQ/s72-c/photo0105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-2128573876311983017</id><published>2010-05-11T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:45:01.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Strong, It's not the time to fall..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S-mXJzxSZjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/tYeeRJbKwuA/s1600/The_answer_for_everything_by_Vladm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Am I not grown up yet? My thoughts, theories, strategies, and goals.. aren't all of it good enough or balance enough to be seen as a mature thoughts or have my looks or current attitudes mirrors me as a child? I just want my future to be a pure normal life and to provide a good living for my family. &amp;amp; that's just all, but I'm insisted to be looked down as a kid.  Shall I be seeing things in the eyes of a realistic person? Of how the peoples out there are not giving a damn care about our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen someone I knew become realistic, and right now, things that can be seen by this "someone" is all through that pessimistic eye sight. Alright, you're telling the truth about this nation and so you're living in it. It makes life become harder, and so that's the reason why you're giving up on living in a happier life? Your life is full of pain? So, that's the way of being realistic and ultra-tic mature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ones who have lost their purpose to persuade their reason to live doesn't mean anything anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll just be one of the soulless slave that works for life without even getting the meaning of being alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I might not end up finding the meanings of life, but as long I have the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  to live a better and happier life, I'm already far ahead of you even though I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;KID&lt;/span&gt;!  Your sarcastic and pessimistic visions will be buried along into your heart till your grave~So, Good Luck~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S-mXJzxSZjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/tYeeRJbKwuA/s1600/The_answer_for_everything_by_Vladm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S-mXJzxSZjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/tYeeRJbKwuA/s400/The_answer_for_everything_by_Vladm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470069417189729842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;And you'll see, my goals aren't dreams.&lt;br /&gt;It's far much more real than your REALISM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Trust Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-2128573876311983017?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2128573876311983017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=2128573876311983017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/2128573876311983017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/2128573876311983017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/05/be-strong-its-not-time-to-fall.html' title='Be Strong, It&apos;s not the time to fall..!'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S-mXJzxSZjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/tYeeRJbKwuA/s72-c/The_answer_for_everything_by_Vladm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-982059446977539023</id><published>2010-05-09T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T04:18:14.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>我还没淘汰爱</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S-aZTGfqcbI/AAAAAAAAAhs/oBYgzi25CRs/s1600/_Simply_love__by_mARTy___.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As soon as I thought of giving up in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;.. Yet again, I kept falling for it and it was like a spider web that keeps me entangled on it.  Doesn't know should I call it fate or not but then my heart keeps beating thinking about it.  Maybe it was all just an infatuation but then when I'm in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;.. I couldn't think about other person already and this really helps me from flirting around ahahaha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For I have only one heart to fill in one person's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be it I'll get to be with or not~ I just want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~~ FULL STOP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S-aZTGfqcbI/AAAAAAAAAhs/oBYgzi25CRs/s1600/_Simply_love__by_mARTy___.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S-aZTGfqcbI/AAAAAAAAAhs/oBYgzi25CRs/s400/_Simply_love__by_mARTy___.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469227350928028082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Love Again~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope to spare more time with you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-982059446977539023?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/982059446977539023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=982059446977539023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/982059446977539023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/982059446977539023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='我还没淘汰爱'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S-aZTGfqcbI/AAAAAAAAAhs/oBYgzi25CRs/s72-c/_Simply_love__by_mARTy___.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-2632812456509423574</id><published>2010-05-04T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:55:23.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ip Man 2 &amp; Iron Man 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S-BZKmWbYKI/AAAAAAAAAhc/zXZkYfxs3e4/s1600/64VIQ5R500B50003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S-BZKmWbYKI/AAAAAAAAAhc/zXZkYfxs3e4/s400/64VIQ5R500B50003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467467986255962274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the most expected movies on 2010 for me and I certainly could have admit it that I'm really enjoyed watching it. My breath was caught away by the seemingly-like-fast-forward punch performed by both &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Donnie Yen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sammo Hung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; They were very great working together and though the dialog in the movie wasn't really good but we're talking bout an action movie here! Non-stop fighting never fail to impress me.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'll have to watch this movie alone, I'm ok with it because I'm too desperate to watch it already ahaha. Alright, there's nothing else I could have say about this movie because it's all about action and all I could say that is, if you love action, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;this is it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll rate it: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S-Bc0RLO9wI/AAAAAAAAAhk/JKqQH3cCIWM/s1600/iron_man_2_poster-30-11-09-kc.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, not forgetting about another most anticipated movie of this year that is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;IRON MAN 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~! Somehow, I wasn't much enjoy during the show because it's really less attractive compared to the predecessor. This statement was agreed even by my long-time-no-see cousins~ The only things that kept me entertained would be the amazing sci-fi technology graphics and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Robert Downey Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Other than that, the actions were all pretty plain and simple. I guess they should hire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sammo Hung for the action choreography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; next time ahaha~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll rate it: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S-Bc0RLO9wI/AAAAAAAAAhk/JKqQH3cCIWM/s1600/iron_man_2_poster-30-11-09-kc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S-Bc0RLO9wI/AAAAAAAAAhk/JKqQH3cCIWM/s400/iron_man_2_poster-30-11-09-kc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467472000661255938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-2632812456509423574?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2632812456509423574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=2632812456509423574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/2632812456509423574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/2632812456509423574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/05/ip-man-2-iron-man-2.html' title='Ip Man 2 &amp; Iron Man 2'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S-BZKmWbYKI/AAAAAAAAAhc/zXZkYfxs3e4/s72-c/64VIQ5R500B50003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-8062724663903927892</id><published>2010-05-02T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:00:52.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is an Endless Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S95X9m-XzKI/AAAAAAAAAhM/6hF12s4hwgY/s1600/02112009979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S95X9m-XzKI/AAAAAAAAAhM/6hF12s4hwgY/s400/02112009979.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466903713620151458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the sorrowful sky that reminds me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First time of attending a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funeral&lt;/span&gt; of the person I have connection with really makes me open my mind even wider than before.  And as usually understood, a Funeral is full of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agony&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorrow&lt;/span&gt;.  Somehow, I've also realise that there are some people who never learn anything from seeing their loved ones departed and they get lost themselves once they are revealed with the reality.  I know it's never easy to accept such cruel Reality but this is the Ugly Truth. Now tell me, have you not appreciate those that are around you? Or only you'll learn how to love once you've lost what you had? Which we all know, it's already too late to be sorry for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must it be the thing closest to you is the thing you miss out and only feel guilty of when it's gone. Doesn't one death of the loved ones alarmed your nerves?  All I can see, you've learn nothing until you approaches the end of your life and escapes from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I've decided not to be subsequent to those path of yours. I've learn it earlier than before to never depreciate things that I have. That's also the reason why I lead a life much more happier because I have no regrets. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Those who I can love, I've love, Things that I can give, I've give&lt;/span&gt;. There was like nothing else I could Lose already in this Life.&lt;br /&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/5569006282757504561-8062724663903927892?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/8062724663903927892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=8062724663903927892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/8062724663903927892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/8062724663903927892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-is-endless-education.html' title='Life is an Endless Education'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S95X9m-XzKI/AAAAAAAAAhM/6hF12s4hwgY/s72-c/02112009979.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-7385289199397177902</id><published>2010-04-25T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:55:18.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes in Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As soon I'm done writing with my previous post, I've do research of my dream as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And so... I have this outcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreamsnightmares.com/snakes.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreamsnightmares.com/snakes.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Snakes in Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Read it and tell me what do you think about it. Because right now, I felt that the description that explained in it suits in my case everytime when I dreamed of snakes..  Believe it or not, it's up to you because I myself will only pour 50-50 of my trust.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe you could say that this was just a coincidence but let me remind you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this wasn't the first time I had this experience.&lt;/span&gt;  It's providence to me. &lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-7385289199397177902?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/7385289199397177902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=7385289199397177902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/7385289199397177902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/7385289199397177902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/04/snakes-in-dreams.html' title='Snakes in Dreams'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-3948377839740576205</id><published>2010-04-25T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T02:16:01.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If I ever state this topic, it means that someone has already traveling to the Otherworld.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After sometime of not having troubled dreams in my sleep, I thought my moods are getting normal already.  Somehow,  my feelings tell me that "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not over&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident happened just a while ago and now I'm blogging it, I just need to, I have a feeling inside me and I couldn't tell it to anyone, not by now..&lt;br /&gt;It was a dream, a dream which I remember clearly because it was just a few seconds late before my mom woke me up with the surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was small, I always have this feeling that I have this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astral_projection"&gt;Astral Projection&lt;/a&gt; ability within me but it doesn't happen all the time and it usually happen especially when there is someone who had passed away (people that I know). Sometimes it travels into the future which caused &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/D%C3%A9j%C3%A0_vu"&gt;Deja Vu&lt;/a&gt; in my present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Astral Projection happened this morning and it was like.. I woke up from my body (notice that I couldn't control my body) and I walks away into the walls which later lead me to the light. Then, I stood up infront of my uncle's house (my hometown). I didn't enter the house and I just kept walking forward and at the same time, there was a lady walking beside me as well, I'm not sure who the lady was but I do know she's talking to me as we advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I saw a huge black and white picture and it's a guy in the photo.  My sight was rather vague but I have a strong feelings the picture represents someone I knew. Next to the huge gloomy picture was the picture of a lady. Oh yeah.. There was a phrase in the first and second picture too which sounded like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let it be us the elders to bear the responsibility of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In order to give our descendant a better life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For some reason, after reading the words, I felt uneasy and I run forward without thinking much. In front of me, was a sea of snakes but my body didn't turn back and I held the hand of the lady who run with me and I told her "We'll  bypass this!". There were various species of snakes and some of it bit me as soon as I bypass them. It hurts when they bit me and I can feel it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I saw someone infront of me who walks further into the dim light and that was when I stopped running when that person disappears infront of me. The last snake that bit me was a giant twinhead snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when my mom woke me up while she's sobbing sorrowfully. I just stood up and hug her as she deliver the news to me; "My brother passed away!"(my mom's brother), and I told her, "I knew it already", weird enough that is.. I doesn't know why I said that! Though she doesn't hear me as she was distracted with that overly grief news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I always tell to the others to appreciate their life. Death is around of us all the time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the worst thing wasn't our departure, but to see the acceptance of your death from those who cares about you&lt;/span&gt;.  For them, it will be just like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;swallowing the most painful thoughts into their memory&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My condolences to my 4th Uncle.&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-3948377839740576205?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3948377839740576205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=3948377839740576205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3948377839740576205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3948377839740576205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/04/condolences.html' title='Condolences..'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-2224518518591852243</id><published>2010-04-23T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T08:00:38.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"the Ring" Anthology</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rarwwrrrr!! Recently, everyday staying at home kinda makes me sick especially when my head wasn't thinking of anything at all.. I mean, not even a single thing. Therefore, to prevent that to happen, I've started to looking for horror movies and I find out myself obsessed with Yamamura Sadako's series which is well-known during the end of 90's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I couldn't find any scary part or that thrills me to cause goosebumps but I still think the stories are pretty nicely crafted.  And I certainly love the way Sadako make her appearance~&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, these horror stuff scares me no more.. Unless, I'm watching it with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone who's afraid&lt;/span&gt; of it~ Seeing them scare will makes me enjoyed the show more than ever *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S9GzqP16A-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/ipquerw8HSA/s1600/ring.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S9GzqP16A-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/ipquerw8HSA/s400/ring.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463345361365631970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S9GzqgK5f4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/rRn8E2Qydy8/s1600/ring2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S9GzqgK5f4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/rRn8E2Qydy8/s400/ring2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463345365748645762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S9Gzq6cwghI/AAAAAAAAAhE/3nPpd_reR8s/s1600/Rigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S9Gzq6cwghI/AAAAAAAAAhE/3nPpd_reR8s/s400/Rigo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463345372802875922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To Chubby&lt;/span&gt;: You know the kind of "person"&lt;br /&gt;I meant was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people like YOU&lt;/span&gt; right?!&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahaha ~!!&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/5569006282757504561-2224518518591852243?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2224518518591852243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=2224518518591852243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/2224518518591852243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/2224518518591852243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/04/ring-anthology.html' title='&quot;the Ring&quot; Anthology'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S9GzqP16A-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/ipquerw8HSA/s72-c/ring.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-614906363435689101</id><published>2010-04-21T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T08:50:32.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All over for Sem 3!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fuhhhhh~ Sem 3 is finally over!! wuuuhoooo!!&lt;br /&gt;After all the exam, it's not the holiday I've expected the most, it's the outcome of my effort!!&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't know why, I can't stop smiling during exam and after exam except for my Tamadun Islam which I have lesser confident of all the exams I've been through. My mind went blank on that day in a sudden. Though Tamadun Islam is the subject that could have the most probability to get A, yet I'm still very worry for what I've done in the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Fundamentals of Marketing and Organisational Behaviour, I came out with a smile!&lt;br /&gt;Though some of my friends asked me "What if you couldn't get A?".&lt;br /&gt;Then I just answered "I don't give a damn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the kind of effort satisfaction that I'll never regret. Even if the result would not be within my expectation. I could care less about it.  As long I've pour everything out, I'll come out with no regrets! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;This is not a confident, but a Trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.  All that I'll do by now, is to see what's the outcome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S88V3DRG0gI/AAAAAAAAAgs/TwKjoJQD7jQ/s1600/050220101157+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S88V3DRG0gI/AAAAAAAAAgs/TwKjoJQD7jQ/s400/050220101157+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462608908537745922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; finally, I could put away &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the wonders of love in me~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-614906363435689101?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/614906363435689101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=614906363435689101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/614906363435689101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/614906363435689101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-over-for-sem-3.html' title='All over for Sem 3!!'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S88V3DRG0gI/AAAAAAAAAgs/TwKjoJQD7jQ/s72-c/050220101157+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-1418202979597263718</id><published>2010-04-18T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T02:05:00.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gambling Apocalypse Kaiji</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S8rIOz26ZOI/AAAAAAAAAgk/uDcO82wMmSs/s1600/Kaiji-Poster-Date-491x707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S8rIOz26ZOI/AAAAAAAAAgk/uDcO82wMmSs/s400/Kaiji-Poster-Date-491x707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461397654904399074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just finished watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Kaiji: The Ultimate Gambler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; yesterday~ This movie is damn awesome and breathtaking~! Seriously, I stopped breathing for few seconds watching the climax part.&lt;br /&gt;Though the games that they play are quite simple and you could easily foretell what will happen next but it's the way they create the atmosphere that will make my blood boils in excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some of you who might hate gambling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;this movie wasn't talking bout those BlackJack, Poker, or Mahjong stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; a'ight. It's about gambling with their life at stake to play a game. The reward? Money of course &amp;amp; what happen if they lose? They'll live in a living hell~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the main character in this movie is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tatsuya Fujiwara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; who has also starred in Death Note (1 &amp;amp; 2) as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;KIRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; a.k.a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Light Yagami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I rate this movie as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;8.5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-1418202979597263718?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1418202979597263718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=1418202979597263718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1418202979597263718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1418202979597263718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/04/gambling-apocalypse-kaiji.html' title='Gambling Apocalypse Kaiji'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S8rIOz26ZOI/AAAAAAAAAgk/uDcO82wMmSs/s72-c/Kaiji-Poster-Date-491x707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-7137687252657100974</id><published>2010-04-16T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:12:23.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Kacang Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S8jAu4gqxMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/hYB2oWa-A0E/s1600/frame2-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S8jAu4gqxMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/hYB2oWa-A0E/s400/frame2-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460826459862648002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S8i-UXtQ5uI/AAAAAAAAAgM/75E2CbgZ8jU/s1600/frame2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hurm, what shall I say about this little movie here...  My feelings run around in my heart and I was kind of doubting myself on how I should rate this move.. At some point, the story goes pretty well but at some other point, the flaws are quite obvious as well. This is a love story after all, and I wouldn't want to leak out any spoiler for any of you and I could say this movie wasn't as bad as I've thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love the way &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fish Leong&lt;/span&gt; plays her role as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Iced Barley&lt;/span&gt;. She's so cute in that role but, I could see her aging progression~ Then, I also like the role of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Prince Charming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;played by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ping Guan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, ahaks~ easily misunderstood people about love issues and always sing love song in the public (though I don't play a guitar and sing that loud~).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The moral of the story tells us that.. Appreciate love whenever you have the chance to love one.  Somehow, if things are meant to be, it will always meant to be so.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forcing Loves will have no Perfect Ending&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll rate this movie as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-7137687252657100974?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/7137687252657100974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=7137687252657100974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/7137687252657100974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/7137687252657100974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/04/ice-kacang-puppy-love.html' title='Ice Kacang Puppy Love'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S8jAu4gqxMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/hYB2oWa-A0E/s72-c/frame2-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-1807569212635663598</id><published>2010-04-12T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T07:52:04.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunatic will I be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Emotional ALERT~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was it that I'm born with such a gift to foretell what's going to happen or was it that I have this "Lady's" Instinct inside of me.  I could tell something bad is going to happen everytime I place myself in that [Place]. Was it that I was haunt by my own instinct or there was always a messenger there that delivers all this bad news for me?  By unveiling those miserable past, I could find out why I've always decide to forget instead of remember.. I was forced.. I hate it so much.. I HATE IT~!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like always, another part of me would just love feasting all this hatred.  Abnormal alright? That's how life must be, always see things from various angles and then, you would be able to claim peace in your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, I have learned to see things in a more natural way rather than judging wrong or right at first sight. I've improved, I knew I did... and always, I'll smile infront of a mirror and tell myself, one day, I'm going to change this life and this ring of fate itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;I'm not going to roll tears anymore&lt;br /&gt;because I swore it,&lt;br /&gt; the tears have already dried!!&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-1807569212635663598?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1807569212635663598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=1807569212635663598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1807569212635663598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1807569212635663598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/04/lunatic-will-i-be.html' title='Lunatic will I be...'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-4845093561925247504</id><published>2010-04-08T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T09:41:53.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renewed: Part 2!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fuuuu... another day of busy altering my blog template. After various trials and errors, it's finally come to this template that I think it's nicer than the others from before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any comments for this new template are very welcomed. Be it positive or negative, just be honest and shoot me directly~ hehehe, anyhow, I just want my blog to be simple and nice, not too complicated for the readers to read it. It's because my posts are all the boring ones, that's why I thought of just making the template look harmonious in hope of you won't be cursing me "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I've spent 10minutes reading this crap?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Subsequently, it's also time for me to prepare for the exam on the coming weeks.  I'm still being carefree because the exam dates are being carefree towards me too~&lt;br /&gt;Check-it-out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Monday(11/4/10) - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tamadun Islam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(TI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday(16/4/10) - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fundamentals of Marketing (FOM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday (20/4/10) - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Organisational Behaviour (OB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See, the dates, all far apart, enough time for me to finish the revision already^^&lt;br /&gt;As promised from before, I'll try my best to score all A's for this semester.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the total coursework marks for this 3 subjects:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tamadun Islam - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;54.6/60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fundamental of Marketing - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;32.8/40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organisational Behaviour -&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;29.6/40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sadly, my OB had done a few mistake on the test that shouldn't happen.. If not, my marks would be the highest in the class because I had the highest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Group Assignment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well, no time to cry over spilt milk by now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;120% Energy~ Champing at Bit~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5569006282757504561-4845093561925247504?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4845093561925247504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=4845093561925247504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4845093561925247504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4845093561925247504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/04/renewed-part-2.html' title='Renewed: Part 2!!'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-3799450645405686056</id><published>2010-04-07T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T07:56:02.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renewed!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S7zBL5zaUMI/AAAAAAAAAfU/9_aFqmPJ00E/s1600/izumi-konata-buying-anime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S7zBL5zaUMI/AAAAAAAAAfU/9_aFqmPJ00E/s320/izumi-konata-buying-anime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457449258705375426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;New templates,new templates, where are you~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As soon as you see my blog, you would have realised, I finally change the look of it.&lt;br /&gt;Though the templates doesn't look much appealing but I'm just testing on changing it.. There's still many flaw in this new template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; somemore, most of you might have known that my taste in designing and fashioning was sucks to the max~ Totally no talent at all. Not just blogs, even my real life fashioning can be enigmatic for me.  LoL~ If there was a thing I would lose in gaining friends comparing to the others, it would be my outlook that delivers the most huge backwash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because of the occurrence of perceptive errors in life, my failure in styling myself totally revealed the contradictory.  Somehow, I certainly believes it that, Looks doesn't maintain your friends, Attitudes does.  I mustn't deny the truth that most of the people that have their first sights on me usually perceive me in a pessimistic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I don't meant it in a way of being emotional, it's throughout my experience all these years that I realise about this facts.  I can't tell you what you should see in me because you have your own perception and I have mine. Additionally, I don't expect I could have all the beings to love me, but, as long there are the majorities that have their likings on me, this could prove to the minorities that they have perceive me wrongly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Like me or not, I'm like this already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-3799450645405686056?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3799450645405686056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=3799450645405686056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3799450645405686056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3799450645405686056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/04/renewed.html' title='Renewed!!'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S7zBL5zaUMI/AAAAAAAAAfU/9_aFqmPJ00E/s72-c/izumi-konata-buying-anime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-7703154874140738777</id><published>2010-04-05T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T09:46:11.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more neckaches..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you even imagine it that there was once upon a time that you need to bend down your head to talk with your cousins who are few years younger than you but end up right now, they are just about your heights and is getting taller than your expectation.  I no longer  need to bend my head and Bloody Yes... My height growth rate seems like suspended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my friend tried to cheer me up by telling me that a man's height could still be growing after 21 but when I saw another friend of mine, who was 24 years old. His height was just about like mine and he doesn't even look like 24 years old!! Am I going to be like that too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, my height makes me young~ and Cute~(please give face and don't vomit XD).&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm just trying to be optimistic a'ight, there's not much thing I can do bout my height already, I've tried but I couldn't seems to grow any better.&lt;br /&gt;I guess my height is quite the normal one~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And for certain people, please stop your height growth rate as well~ you're much more fun to be play with when you're just around my height, if you know who I mean ngek ngek ngek~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S7oSZjdHe7I/AAAAAAAAAfM/hepWdv6Bvrg/s1600/Konata_caramell_dansen_by_nagaoshinaoru.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S7oSZjdHe7I/AAAAAAAAAfM/hepWdv6Bvrg/s320/Konata_caramell_dansen_by_nagaoshinaoru.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456694128736172978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Konata would cuddles me by now&lt;/span&gt;~ =3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-7703154874140738777?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/7703154874140738777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=7703154874140738777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/7703154874140738777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/7703154874140738777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-more-neckaches.html' title='No more neckaches..'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S7oSZjdHe7I/AAAAAAAAAfM/hepWdv6Bvrg/s72-c/Konata_caramell_dansen_by_nagaoshinaoru.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-6231149064250495303</id><published>2010-04-04T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:33:38.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw Nonsense is Food for Sweet Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;William Shakespeare made a quote;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man  knows himself to be a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Either way, I figure out that I'm still a kind of Fool.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fool of being so obsessed with love that doesn't exist for me, myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deelun&lt;/span&gt; is not a genius and he's going to manumit himself from stupidity as well~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;When will fate let me see you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-6231149064250495303?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6231149064250495303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=6231149064250495303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6231149064250495303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6231149064250495303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/04/raw-nonsense-is-food-for-sweet-dreams.html' title='Raw Nonsense is Food for Sweet Dreams'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-4412541842729389418</id><published>2010-03-30T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:50:33.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;I wanted to post something, but then I keep deleting my post after I'm done typing. I just kept having the feeling that I've posted my stuff again and again. It's either showing that I'm very chiong hei or I just kept forgetting about what I've posted before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurm, so, to all dear readers, if you felt that some of my posts are quite the similar one, just skip it~ the story might just be the same with different grammars and vocabs.  I have terrible amnesia here, because this is my room of speech, I'll just keep myself entertain by typing words~ hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so in the feeling of bullying someone that I love to bully right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly though, why am I always come in contact with ladies that are already coupled... Give me a break~! I have no intention to make myself a love doctor, I'm just sharing my perception to ease their burden as a friend. Out of no reason, coupled ladies seems to unintentionally bound to me ahaks ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When worst come to worst, I'll be misunderstood for trying to hook of others' girlfriend. Like heck I'm going to be interested in doing so. I'm a professional, and I certainly need not to "steal" from others (laugh at self) if I really want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, was it because the ladies knew it that I wouldn't fall in love with them, so,  they approached me or was it because they've already gave their trust on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If it was the first option, they might not know, I might eventually fell in love with them and I'll be feeling sore as I see my happiness walks away with another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If it was the second option, I'll think it as "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was it too easy for you to simply trust people? Wouldn't you be afraid that I'll eat you from the inside??&lt;/span&gt;", but then, ladies o ladies, your instinct would always be sharp as a knife. Trust me, I'm worth trusting~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S7I5Fg1-_jI/AAAAAAAAAfE/8x6romDudvw/s1600/Trust_is_the_Key.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S7I5Fg1-_jI/AAAAAAAAAfE/8x6romDudvw/s320/Trust_is_the_Key.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454484865577582130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Up to the end, I'm still glad that the ladies trusted me&lt;br /&gt;For at least once, I felt that I'm useful&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; for there will be someone that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;remembers me&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-4412541842729389418?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4412541842729389418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=4412541842729389418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4412541842729389418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4412541842729389418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-what.html' title='What is What?'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S7I5Fg1-_jI/AAAAAAAAAfE/8x6romDudvw/s72-c/Trust_is_the_Key.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-3165742867703478683</id><published>2010-03-28T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:43:24.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riposte!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S7AvUdMh3GI/AAAAAAAAAe0/HDrjb5OlK_0/s1600/Answer__by_idontcare300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S7AvUdMh3GI/AAAAAAAAAe0/HDrjb5OlK_0/s320/Answer__by_idontcare300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453911177226738786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess things around me are finally cooling down and everything is going according to my plan.  Though, there are certain external factor that happened out of my expectation, somehow, with the current strategy that I've made, there are no flaw for me to step in.  I could make a better living style of myself already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I may cause certain people dislike the way I behave, it's still within my expectation.  Since, there's no way we could make the whole world agree with the way we look in life but if there are the majority that likes you and only minority are against you. Then, there are nothing for you to be worried of, you're still in a fine condition then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a saying;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Having one friend is better than facing a new enemy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I forgot the whole of the quotes, so I've change a bit of it but the meaning is still there ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there's really nothing for me to get worried of already I think.. It's just a matter of time until my effort bear its fruits and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;matter of time till my love is finally answered&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Therefore, in the end, I've won!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-3165742867703478683?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3165742867703478683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=3165742867703478683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3165742867703478683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3165742867703478683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/03/peace.html' title='Riposte!'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S7AvUdMh3GI/AAAAAAAAAe0/HDrjb5OlK_0/s72-c/Answer__by_idontcare300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-2793389690185820289</id><published>2010-03-24T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:54:00.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pathetic Perception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeahhh~ it's finally coming to an end. It's undeniable that this short sem was quite challenging for me but the lesson that I've learned throughout this few weeks is rather useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;power of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, it's so strong that it's now catalyzing me to do improvements to myself~&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have not gain love thoroughly, I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;gaining the benefits of loving someone already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.  The inspiration love had gave me, I felt so addicted to it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh love, what am I going to do without you being by my side...? If she can be mine, things would be much more exaggerating!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S6o0YPjlvSI/AAAAAAAAAes/cbHLhem3UP4/s1600/Love_by_CroiBriste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S6o0YPjlvSI/AAAAAAAAAes/cbHLhem3UP4/s320/Love_by_CroiBriste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452227889982717218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tamadun Islam tutor just told us "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Loving someone without confession worth nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;". Ok,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a coward in love, I don't dare to confess when I know there's no chance for us to be together but, Loving her secretly makes my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;PRICELESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5569006282757504561-2793389690185820289?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2793389690185820289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=2793389690185820289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/2793389690185820289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/2793389690185820289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-pathetic-perception.html' title='My Pathetic Perception'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S6o0YPjlvSI/AAAAAAAAAes/cbHLhem3UP4/s72-c/Love_by_CroiBriste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-1531659775985569607</id><published>2010-03-22T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T02:04:15.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I stalk because I'm bored!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Other than doing studying and strolling up-and-down in Facebook to wait for new post of comments~ I really could have nothing else to do to fill up my empty feelings.. While many were busy with their works and studying as well, I've used my 120% spirits to finish up all the assessments ASAP.  I might have done quite an impressive team-cooperation for work accomplishment, but then, as soon those works come to rest.. I would be in a state of lost. It's not what I want to keep staring at this 13' inch screen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, that's why I tend to be so updated with friends' news around me a.k.a reading their blogs as soon as they are posted.  That's why, I tend to be lik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e a stalker. I don't have much friend remember, and most of them, their world are different than mine.  So, I would always try to gather as much friends I could to keep me "un-bored".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somehow, seeing this  post as it is.. I'm still bored~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S6cyWwNCg_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/a47Ni8Ly0yA/s1600-h/7d61802b18a08a682cb3ed13fb574dae1251157753_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S6cyWwNCg_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/a47Ni8Ly0yA/s320/7d61802b18a08a682cb3ed13fb574dae1251157753_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451381240433378290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5569006282757504561-1531659775985569607?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1531659775985569607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=1531659775985569607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1531659775985569607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1531659775985569607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-stalk-because-im-bored.html' title='I stalk because I&apos;m bored!'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S6cyWwNCg_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/a47Ni8Ly0yA/s72-c/7d61802b18a08a682cb3ed13fb574dae1251157753_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-2169408974228035551</id><published>2010-03-19T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:40:06.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter will taste like Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew it that if I post this, sure it will sounds like stalker and plagiarizer~&lt;br /&gt;but then, it's just that when the inspiration came to my head, I can't help but to post it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A lesson for me to learn and realise again~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S6OueHAxPFI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ICVPNWT05os/s1600-h/Red_by_art_inept.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S6OueHAxPFI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ICVPNWT05os/s320/Red_by_art_inept.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450391806350015570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What was it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love wine a lot. Be it either red or white. I just love to drink it..&lt;br /&gt;At least these doesn't tasted like the gassy beer which taste like H2O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's so special bout it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not because of drinking wine could make me drunk that I drank it (I won't drunk anyway). I love to taste the sensual tingling feeling of wine on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wine, they tasted just like Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting right?&lt;br /&gt;When you forcibly drink a stemware of wine, the taste would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be so complicated that you hardly get it to your throat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In love, when you forcibly love someone and force them to love you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happiness is nowhere to be felt in that relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you slowly sip the wines, you'll be able to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taste the mixture of 4 savor; sweet,salty,sour, and bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, when you slowly bring the one you love closer to your life, you will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be ready to accept all the pros and cons of the person you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I think, so, what says you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Yes, Chubby!! I was inspired by your wine-talking post&lt;br /&gt;Though, what I thought was different from yours hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-2169408974228035551?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2169408974228035551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=2169408974228035551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/2169408974228035551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/2169408974228035551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/03/bitter-will-taste-like-sweet.html' title='Bitter will taste like Sweet'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S6OueHAxPFI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ICVPNWT05os/s72-c/Red_by_art_inept.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-4888469036863725769</id><published>2010-03-18T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T04:15:50.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's see...♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S6ILD9P8rhI/AAAAAAAAAeE/XOsyGvYosJc/s1600-h/SAY_U_LOVE_ME_by_zhuzhu.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chubby's Rules and Regulations for Lover boy&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; [&lt;a href="http://sweeteenage.blogspot.com/2010/03/facebook.html" target="_blank"&gt;［转载］Facebook 这才是男朋友，你合格吗?&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I felt that it's funny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why? Because I have doubts about all this rules and regulations. Do a girl really can love the guy by not judging on the appearance, backgrounds, or any other possibly seen external angle of them? Is it that, by following these rules can ensure me to have a girlfriend and she'll need not to leave me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In fact, I'm not very that strict with love and all I asked for is just 2 things from the lady I love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love me wholeheartedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Never lie to me when you realise you don't love me a.k.a be honest with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, think you can do that if I tend to make move to abide your rules and regulations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, it's the thing that seems to be the simplest is the hardest thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You might not believe it, just act as if I'm talking to myself okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've done approximately about 90% of the rules and regulations you listed on my ex&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The other 10% never occurred, maybe it's because I doesn't have the chance to do it before she walks away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What does this tells me? I'm not handsome enough? I'm not rich enough? or I'm not good enough in giving empty promises? I'll just assume, I'm not good enough after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've said it out to her during the early period of our beginnings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;If there's one day you find out that you doesn't love me anymore, don't be guilty. It's not your fault, it's because of me who couldn't give you the love you want&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now things were left unspoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wouldn't stare back the "Past", "Present" will move on, "Future" will be a reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are you up for my rules if I'm able to apprehend yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I bet that you're not, moreover, I'm not interested with people who's in relationship anyway~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S6ILD9P8rhI/AAAAAAAAAeE/XOsyGvYosJc/s1600-h/SAY_U_LOVE_ME_by_zhuzhu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S6ILD9P8rhI/AAAAAAAAAeE/XOsyGvYosJc/s320/SAY_U_LOVE_ME_by_zhuzhu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449930661680688658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Do you really need it? Can't  you tell it from your mind?&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-4888469036863725769?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4888469036863725769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=4888469036863725769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4888469036863725769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4888469036863725769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-see.html' title='Let&apos;s see...♥'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S6ILD9P8rhI/AAAAAAAAAeE/XOsyGvYosJc/s72-c/SAY_U_LOVE_ME_by_zhuzhu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-5480251294502584092</id><published>2010-03-14T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T08:49:01.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe.. I just know nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S50D-PbIuyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/0pQiOADr08k/s1600-h/hitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S50D-PbIuyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/0pQiOADr08k/s320/hitch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448515492015291170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I do felt that I put in myself like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will Smith&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hitch(2005)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Always try to solve others' love problems or give them advices like a love doctor but when I look back to myself, I just felt that, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who am I, to love?&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The more I see love stories around me, the more I felt confuse about my own feelings.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh, perhaps I'll just suitable to be people's rubbish truck where they throw their "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sadness&lt;/span&gt;" instead of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rubbish&lt;/span&gt;" on me(just like how my Sifu lui lui told me). Be it if I couldn't find the person I really want to love. I want to love her, but to know that she couldn't accept this love, I rather us just to be friends than making her avoiding me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She must not know anything!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't think it's the time.. Not until I really discover one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S&lt;/span&gt; - As for the others, I might behave weird like treating you nice while sometimes really bully you, that's just how the way I am. I like you, that's why, it's more reasonable for me to not let you walk away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Sometimes, I just wish I would be the one that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;save you&lt;/span&gt; and you would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;save me&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Then, expressing [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ILoveYou&lt;/span&gt;] wouldn't be that hard anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-5480251294502584092?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5480251294502584092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=5480251294502584092' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/5480251294502584092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/5480251294502584092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-i-just-know-nothing.html' title='Maybe.. I just know nothing'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S50D-PbIuyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/0pQiOADr08k/s72-c/hitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-4228134157420559886</id><published>2010-03-12T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T09:37:41.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration Acceleration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love is a powerful miracles that are gifted to every living beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are various patterns of love, I've observed quite a number of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've seen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;betrayals, ignorance, sweets, amateurs, vengeful, over-matured-but-end-up-screwed, cheating, hurt=love, sex love, jealousy, marriage-like, loyal, depreciation, nagging-complainant, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; many more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As you can see, I've met a lotsa kind of lovers around me and recently, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; type of lovers would make me felt pity over those who are competed. Just because the lady is fairly better than the guy, the guy often felt helpless and felt as if he lost his pride because he can't accept himself losing to the one he loved.  I wouldn't want to advise him face-to-face as I know he wouldn't listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As long she knows you truly loves her, just a slight difference in academic wouldn't harm your future.  Moreover, if you really felt remorseful, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you should enhance your study effort&lt;/span&gt;, blaming environment or everything around you is just like blaming your mom ever gave birth to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's no escape from predicament, you'll face in one way or another. As mentioned, a problem wouldn't sounds good when you notice it, but, if you ever try to look at it from a different point of view to inspire yourself to further levels, that is, my friend, the steps for you to ameliorate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S5p64Y0U4JI/AAAAAAAAAdM/j-I5-mE1YGs/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S5p64Y0U4JI/AAAAAAAAAdM/j-I5-mE1YGs/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447801808411222162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's great to have someone to care about you, but letting them worried about you all the time will make them feel insecure about the relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S5p64Y0U4JI/AAAAAAAAAdM/j-I5-mE1YGs/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;-"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Life isn't all about learning, it's also about how you live it&lt;/span&gt;"-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-4228134157420559886?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4228134157420559886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=4228134157420559886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4228134157420559886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4228134157420559886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/03/inspiration-acceleration.html' title='Inspiration Acceleration!'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S5p64Y0U4JI/AAAAAAAAAdM/j-I5-mE1YGs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-1779299978381384408</id><published>2010-03-08T03:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:47:59.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There comes the Results, There goes the Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S5TgkDjiuSI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hFNdSKcqTqs/s1600-h/tired-konata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S5TgkDjiuSI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hFNdSKcqTqs/s320/tired-konata.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446224759432067362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I looked exactly like her when I think of the results..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Waited eagerly for the outcome and it's finally released at last after a few clicks and the moment of the results flashed out infront of me, I could felt my heart lost the count of beats. Anyway, no more dragging, here's the outcome :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table class="content" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" border="1" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" width="99%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paper Type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Course Description&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remarks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;200909&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Main&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AACS1733&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;INFORMATION TECHNOLOGY &amp;amp; SYSTEMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;200909&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Main&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBE1023&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MACROECONOMICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;200909&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Main&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ABDM1073&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;INTRODUCTION TO ORGANISATION &amp;amp;  MANAGEMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;200909&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Main&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ABFA1023&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUNDAMENTALS OF ACCOUNTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Resit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;200909&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Main&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AELE2263&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ENGLISH FOR COMMUNICATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;200909&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Resit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ABFA1013&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;INTRODUCTION TO ACCOUNTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Resit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CGPA : 2.7241&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Comparing to the previous sem, I showed slight improvement but then it's the feeling of resitting the Accounts that bugs me... Guess I should learn from my friend, inject love into these subjects~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I won't be doing any Resit for this sem because it's a Short Sem, and I'm targeting to rupture 3As from those subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As long there are no involvements of Accounting and Numbers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I CAN DO IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-1779299978381384408?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1779299978381384408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=1779299978381384408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1779299978381384408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1779299978381384408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-comes-results-there-goes-blood.html' title='There comes the Results, There goes the Blood'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S5TgkDjiuSI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hFNdSKcqTqs/s72-c/tired-konata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-8776078284600797321</id><published>2010-03-04T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T08:51:09.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are not the same, that's why, You're special for me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyday frowning about how normal you are and see yourself as a weakling that couldn't change anything to live a better life. Though you may have know you're not a rubbish in the community because those rubbish are already everywhere around the world, but then, you just kept blaming yourself for not being able to contribute anything to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts that runs in you are already wrong from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that's happening is just meant to be... Same as our very own existence towards the other peoples' life.  Simple as that~~ ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S4_kheLSvuI/AAAAAAAAAc0/vCzFun6AeFQ/s1600-h/konata1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S4_kheLSvuI/AAAAAAAAAc0/vCzFun6AeFQ/s320/konata1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444821738201464546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simple~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/5569006282757504561-8776078284600797321?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/8776078284600797321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=8776078284600797321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/8776078284600797321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/8776078284600797321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-are-not-same-thats-why-youre-special.html' title='We are not the same, that&apos;s why, You&apos;re special for me..'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S4_kheLSvuI/AAAAAAAAAc0/vCzFun6AeFQ/s72-c/konata1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-59661626155767175</id><published>2010-02-27T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:18:32.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solution of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S4lsFEKEvII/AAAAAAAAAcs/sDdxDl-akUY/s1600-h/human_by_penguina_mica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S4lsFEKEvII/AAAAAAAAAcs/sDdxDl-akUY/s320/human_by_penguina_mica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443000458925096066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever live this far of your life to think of you're going to end everything once and for all by submerging yourself to eternal slumber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it very well, some of you might be so bugged because of the condition &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;to be the fittest survivor in this reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.  The moment you couldn't excel against the others, you'll felt yourself being a failure in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my point is, is that the one and only few failures made you failed through your whole life? Even babies that fell down know how to stand back up and kept walking, you've been through that and you should know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Walking is easy? Yeah~ I'm smiling as I wrote that sentenced, but isn't that just how life used to be? As you can see, things just ought to be tougher than it was suppose to be and we could see that the past was easier than the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even in games, the beginning levels are easier and become harder as you moved on. The differences? Games time span are much more shorter and in real life, There's no such thing as Retry or Continue. You only have one life to keep moving on &amp;amp; to keep placing the future into a memorable past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Bitter Or Sweet, You have to keep moving forward..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S - Have I mentioned all these before? If I did, well, it's worth ringing the same advice &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cherish Your Life&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-59661626155767175?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/59661626155767175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=59661626155767175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/59661626155767175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/59661626155767175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/02/solution-of-life.html' title='Solution of Life'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S4lsFEKEvII/AAAAAAAAAcs/sDdxDl-akUY/s72-c/human_by_penguina_mica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-959758415243728524</id><published>2010-02-20T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T12:24:22.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too early to be Outsmarted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A [Time] ago~ I was shocked when someone mentioned my past, interrogates me about the present me, and kept giving me advices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt; knows everything from a trusted resources and I also thought that there will be extra information for me to salvage from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it was just an amnesia of me because I've typed those things in this blog and I ought to forget some part of it because I never thought someone will look into those 100++ of old posts. (which is full of my "rubbish talks") and mention it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, the way &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt; trying to act secretively gave me a huge curiosity. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt; mention it but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt; does seems to be like trying the best to prevent the information to leak out to me.&lt;br /&gt;Up to the end, I'm able to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt; knows nothing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt; just pass by my blog and saw my posts, that's why, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt; acts as if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt; knows everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so confirmed that the the information &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OO &lt;/span&gt;had was inferior? Because the way it's mention, it's just seems like the exact rip off from my posts.&lt;br /&gt;Those incidents might be sad but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;, let me tell you, try see things throughout different ways, I do have my wrongs but it's just that the way I tell it out might made me became the victim. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, I, Myself too, can be the Criminal itself&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As a Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's egregious that my secrets remain unknown, but who cares, I'm still living through it, Surviving is what that matters for me right now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S : *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt; refers to a  person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-959758415243728524?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/959758415243728524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=959758415243728524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/959758415243728524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/959758415243728524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-early-to-be-outsmarted.html' title='Too early to be Outsmarted'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-5879622336916446576</id><published>2010-02-12T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:20:04.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naitomea a.k.a Nightmare : Gianizm Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Latest favorite song~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xQgEosjSWLo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boooyaa~ Why do I felt changes in me once again, not through much thinking.. I've been letting myself lay rest for quite something and I felt like something had changed in me but I'm not sure what was it.. But of course, it's not changes of my gender, don't be stupid~ I'm talking bout some mind change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for an example, it's been so damn long since the last moment I've capture myself in a picture ahahaha XD. Well, should say, I want to see what's the big difference during this whole time. I realise something had changed, I just knew something, but I doesn't know what was it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling, this NEW YEAR, My life will change overall again.. Muahahahaha~ thinking of it entertains me already~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;OPTIMISTIC LUNatism~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-6761467427822093563?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6761467427822093563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=6761467427822093563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6761467427822093563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6761467427822093563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-year-new-me.html' title='New year New Me'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-147966755221834102</id><published>2010-02-10T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:45:21.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeks at home..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Geeeeeezzzzzzzz!!! I thought that during the holidays~ I could spend my precious time and have lotsa fun!! but this imagination end up me myself crawling up awake from my bed every 12pm afternoon, have my meal, watch some tv, surf the net, watch series and have a good night sleep..&lt;br /&gt;It's been repeating for days for damn sake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they call this enjoyable life? alright, I'm really fan chin, got free time complain, busy exam also complain... I thought I could have fun but then will it be fun to hang out alone? no right?!&lt;br /&gt;My friends, they were all busy with exams, see what I mentioned before, when I'm busy, they're free~ and vice versa, I'm free, they're busy~~ Shall I say it's a coincident?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, complaining is useless, I'll just sleep till full for this holidays~!!! ENjoy Njoy!! Chinese New Year And Valentine Day is falling together... What's my plan?? Chill~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-147966755221834102?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/147966755221834102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=147966755221834102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/147966755221834102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/147966755221834102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/02/weeks-at-home.html' title='Weeks at home..'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-5618310484133556570</id><published>2010-02-03T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T07:30:12.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fellow Housemates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As posted from the title~ These are all my [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unlucky&lt;/span&gt;] housemates to be in the same house with me this crazy kid~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st picture: Lee Kai Wei (Course: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hotel Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S2mDtVNCMvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/TYl32K6lB7o/s1600-h/01092009756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S2mDtVNCMvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/TYl32K6lB7o/s320/01092009756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434019240208380658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This dude, he's one tough "rhinoceros"~ tend to be a sentimental dude and he's currently chasing a girl though his effort seems to be not enough hehe but then all the best dude~!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd picture: *ignore the white shirt dude first*&lt;br /&gt;From left :- Wen Jun, Lai Shee Hong (Both of them are from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hotel Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S2mDtkIDA-I/AAAAAAAAAcU/z5Dx-uwXkcs/s1600-h/01102009881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S2mDtkIDA-I/AAAAAAAAAcU/z5Dx-uwXkcs/s320/01102009881.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434019244213994466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know that Lai Chee Hong face tends to be blurry but I'm not that close with him, so it's ok~ and WenJun had move out from this house (moved to his GF house, so it's not us that force him out =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Picture: Kam Chong Fatt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Course: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hotel Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S2mDs2Hl8LI/AAAAAAAAAcE/rOF3Z_-z16w/s1600-h/28092009783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S2mDs2Hl8LI/AAAAAAAAAcE/rOF3Z_-z16w/s320/28092009783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434019231864058034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a.k.a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ah Put&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude is one of my funny buddies~ One that put many effort in his studies, trust me, he's popular among the girls in his class and he can cook too~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Picture: Loo  Jing Heng (Course: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marketing&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S2l_7_AWA-I/AAAAAAAAAbs/btGQaotPHGI/s1600-h/181120091005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S2l_7_AWA-I/AAAAAAAAAbs/btGQaotPHGI/s320/181120091005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434015093901100002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Can be counted as my arch enemy cause we could argue about everything even it's a small matter (in a peaceful way though) =P We're damn noisy in the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Picture: Foo Pei Yean (Course: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marketing&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S2l_8clNquI/AAAAAAAAAb0/t5g3XGIwNUI/s1600-h/181120091010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S2l_8clNquI/AAAAAAAAAb0/t5g3XGIwNUI/s320/181120091010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434015101840370402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;a.k.a Painful~ (I often called her PeiYeanFoo, then the others mistaken it as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Painful&lt;/span&gt; =P)&lt;br /&gt;She's the lady that is almost always verbally-bullied by us though she have her own way to defend herself~&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Picture : Ng Siew Fhiu (Course: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marketing&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S2mNz0-HOxI/AAAAAAAAAcc/9kI6Dn6HXCo/s1600-h/29092009833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S2mNz0-HOxI/AAAAAAAAAcc/9kI6Dn6HXCo/s320/29092009833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434030346931223314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;a.k.a Mei mei&lt;br /&gt;My PLKN buddies should know who she is~ She's the one who invite me to join this "House" and voila~ I'm now part of the crazy peoples or should say I infected them to be so~~&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th Picture: Wee Chang Ke (Course: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Business Administration&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S2l_7lO0ZUI/AAAAAAAAAbk/eOpVr-h1rx0/s1600-h/21102009956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S2l_7lO0ZUI/AAAAAAAAAbk/eOpVr-h1rx0/s320/21102009956.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434015086982489410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S2l_7lO0ZUI/AAAAAAAAAbk/eOpVr-h1rx0/s1600-h/21102009956.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a.k.a CK&lt;br /&gt;My roommate, housemate, classmate~~ and he's also one of my close buddies~ we often cause havoc around the class~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th Picture: Lim Wei Xiang (Course: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Information System Engineering&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S2l_7albanI/AAAAAAAAAbc/68454zw9g68/s1600-h/21102009957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S2l_7albanI/AAAAAAAAAbc/68454zw9g68/s320/21102009957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434015084124531314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S2l_7albanI/AAAAAAAAAbc/68454zw9g68/s1600-h/21102009957.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope that most of you won't be cheated by his innocent face~ this guy, when he speaks up, you could felt a "Zha dao" knife stabbed your back! It's a very sharp one as well!! In fact, he's also one of my buddies~ my roommates as well ahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-5618310484133556570?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5618310484133556570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=5618310484133556570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/5618310484133556570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/5618310484133556570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/02/fellow-housemates.html' title='Fellow Housemates'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/S2mDtVNCMvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/TYl32K6lB7o/s72-c/01092009756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-6349281709791229035</id><published>2010-01-28T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:19:37.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Sem2</title><content type='html'>so, That's it~ Sem 2 finally over and I can finally get a good sleep without thinking anything before sleep. Somehow, I'm expecting for more thrills during Sem 3, getting excited for no reason though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well, I'll introduce my housemates in the next post but not right now~ I want to get some good rest first ahahaha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking of what to do during this sem breaks.. Seems a lot but I can't think of anything right now ~.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-6349281709791229035?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6349281709791229035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=6349281709791229035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6349281709791229035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6349281709791229035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-of-sem2.html' title='End of Sem2'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-3636544829565051084</id><published>2010-01-27T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:36:31.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know how to ease my slumber..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last time I always had the problem of sleeping at night and up till now, I still do have it but not until recently.. Yes, Just this recently that I realise I can have a safe and sound sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow is actually the last paper of mine and as usual, I'm suppose to be doing my studies but you know what.. Once I get a hold of my accounting notes, my eyes get drowsy right away (It's TRUE!!). Even if I drank coffee, it wouldn't be effective!!&lt;br /&gt;Why do I now typing blog? Cause I just put away the notes after holding them and I don't feel that sleepy anymore!!! DAMN CURSES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;The next time that I couldn't sleep well, I'll hug that bloody accounting book with me~!!!&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-3636544829565051084?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3636544829565051084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=3636544829565051084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3636544829565051084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3636544829565051084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/01/now-i-know-how-to-ease-my-slumber.html' title='Now I know how to ease my slumber..'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-3062032516223429468</id><published>2010-01-25T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:57:12.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again... I'm blank...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of all the paper, I've eventually screwed up a subject that's related to Account... T-T Damn it, I've started to regret why I didn't take it during secondary school. Like all my friends around, they have the basics and They could catch up in no time but me.. Being good in English isn't one of the solution to solve this problem.. Because when the teacher is teaching, she uses her own notes(her own handwritten notes) to teach us. Not to mention those snakey words, her method is 99.5% different from the notes we received from the authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm giving excuses, Yes, I do admit that I have the sense of lazy-ness within me. Unlike the recent 4 subjects, I couldn't read anything out of this subjects, my mind always remind black and white. Somehow, if I were to read the recent 4 subjects, you could see me walking around the house talking with them and giving them questions and they give me their questions. I could answer almost perfectly... but for this account... I open my mouth widely... "What the heck is that? Food?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Final paper ahead... It's my resit paper.. Accounting also~ this few days, I'll try my best to push off my all. At least Pass the Old Account would make me smile a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone, Lend me your Strength~!! RAWR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-3062032516223429468?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3062032516223429468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=3062032516223429468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3062032516223429468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3062032516223429468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/01/once-again-im-blank.html' title='Once again... I&apos;m blank...'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-1030829307610680830</id><published>2010-01-23T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T09:45:04.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion can be seen..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My face... its disastrous.. all the red mountains are uprising one-by-one and I thought I've eliminated them few months ago and right now.. They've return!! T-T I'm not going to celebrate CNY with this face, I must get it fix next weekend ASAP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today just Settled ITS(AACS 1733 Information Technology and System), not to say I'm trying to be showing off myself.. I doesn't know why, I can't focus studying this subject. It's like the words was actually very simple but when it appears in the notes, it becomes complicated..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That teacher that made that note must be some chim-glish user.. Any other way, I believe it that this won't fail me.. I just have the faith in me because I able to do it and not giving up like some others who walk out after 45mins.. It's either I'm too noob to finish it at the final moment, or they are too professional in this subject.. I have no idea but I still hope I can get pass this~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;4 down, 2 to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-1030829307610680830?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1030829307610680830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=1030829307610680830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1030829307610680830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1030829307610680830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/01/exhaustion-can-be-seen.html' title='Exhaustion can be seen..'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-3628320871228252064</id><published>2010-01-20T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:08:09.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABBE1023 Macroeconomics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This one is rather tough in the exam and oh well, luckily I'm not the kind of person that put all my trust to those tips. I rely on my own instinct to study and my "retarded" instinct really does work and it's me myself who doesn't have much confident with it.. Not now though, pour out the effort and write the hell out of it.. Ensuring my mind was totally cleaned off and Macroeconomics are no more in my head, They are in the paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether the transaction was successful or not, I know I won't fail this for sure~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;3 down, 3 to go~&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-3628320871228252064?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3628320871228252064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=3628320871228252064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3628320871228252064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3628320871228252064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/01/abbe1023-macroeconomics.html' title='ABBE1023 Macroeconomics'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-917649392797396136</id><published>2010-01-16T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T12:55:30.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Either [A] or [B] already...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just finished my IOM(ABDM1073 Introduction to Organisation and Management) exam today and I was like... WOW!! I expressed my mind power with full satisfaction over the paper yo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After so long... I finally got once or few times of my life get satisfaction of giving a finishing touch to exam.. I can't wait for all this to come to an end!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've lost the interest to have fun and it's all because of this stupid exam session!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Any other way, it's sooner or later till everything lay to rest..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But then... My sem break... guhhhh don't even want to think or plan for it... just see how everything goes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyone who want to date me, I'll be available after 29th Jan ahaks =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Down, 4 more to go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-917649392797396136?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/917649392797396136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=917649392797396136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/917649392797396136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/917649392797396136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/01/either-or-b-already.html' title='Either [A] or [B] already...'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-6759630378912311736</id><published>2010-01-14T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:58:12.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day exam, Tyre 'pancit'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As stated above, well, I was damn lucky because that stupid incident happened after my exam and I coincidentally fill up my petrol already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean a good start? Of all the surprise that might happen to me, having my one of my car wheels to be flatten isn't in my plan. Oh well, luckily I do have this experience before, so changing a new spare one isn't that hard and gladly there are my friends around to help me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few hours, drained few hundreds Ringgit on those stuff... dang.. Guess I'll just save up some money for my movies and entertainments for this month then... T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1 down, 5 to go~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-6759630378912311736?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6759630378912311736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=6759630378912311736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6759630378912311736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6759630378912311736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-exam-tyre-pancit.html' title='First day exam, Tyre &apos;pancit&apos;...'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-7888260115465858341</id><published>2010-01-10T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:49:01.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bad beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had food poisoning... Just a few days after my Birthday... A damn bad impression for me to start my new year life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-T Damn sad man and it's lasted a few days already...&lt;br /&gt;Right now, at this moment, I'm typing this in the middle of the night that is because... I pain till now... That's why, the words I'm using are unproper as well...&lt;br /&gt;How good was it if the term "Pain now, Ease later" could be apply for this condition..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SAD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-7888260115465858341?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/7888260115465858341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=7888260115465858341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/7888260115465858341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/7888260115465858341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-beginning.html' title='A bad beginning...'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-1620727255447890658</id><published>2010-01-05T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:17:39.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Can't believe it that I did nothing for my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Received a lot of Wishes but then out of 70% comes from those who I'm not really that close with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Am I really that lack of friend or was it since the very beginning that I'm lack of it..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Sigh~ Could be the worst birthday I ever had in my life.. Doesn't even felt like smiling anymore these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I need a break!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-1620727255447890658?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1620727255447890658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=1620727255447890658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1620727255447890658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1620727255447890658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/01/passed.html' title='Passed..'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-9086515423088424535</id><published>2010-01-03T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T12:01:10.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's better than Nothing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A'ight, It's 3.30am morning and I think it's just silly to sleep early on this very day of mine. I've been thinking whole time about all my life and I'll never stop thinking to ensure my purpose to live on never waver.  Yeap, this is my 19th year on Earth. Nothing unusual about it but for me the very me, I'm glad to see this day to come. I'm still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy asked me "What you want for your birthday? I don't know what to buy for you, son."&lt;br /&gt;"What I don't have?" I asked =)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, indeed, I think I have every basic needs and I need no more than this.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Don't cut in by asking me "How bout money?", that was like what everyone hope to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Of course money is not everything but without money, there will be a problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than thinking of having someone that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I can Love and She loves me as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, I couldn't think of what else I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Results? That comes from my efforts, wishing won't be efficient enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:- I have all my needs and I know I'm appreciating most of it. To those who wished me, I'm very grateful. A present might be a good idea but it's what in heart that matters, a wish will be sufficient enough because there's the least I know I'm not alone. And I do know some would wish me from their heart though their word doesn't reach me. Or at least I hope so! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; I'm not showing off about my life. Sometimes, it's the every small little thing in your life that matters to make you who you are today. I might not be the luckiest person to live but at the same time, I'm not the most unlucky person to live too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cherish Your Life~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-9086515423088424535?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/9086515423088424535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=9086515423088424535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/9086515423088424535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/9086515423088424535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-better-than-nothing.html' title='It&apos;s better than Nothing..'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-4066683317852337171</id><published>2009-12-31T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T08:09:49.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara 2009 *Last Post of '09"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First of all, I'll like to wish a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very goodbye&lt;/span&gt; to the Earth 2009th Birthday as It's getting older one more year as I speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've just done reading JJ's(a.k.a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sifu&lt;/span&gt;, a.k.a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lui lui&lt;/span&gt;) blog and then I just felt very gam dong leh reading it hya hya hya xD. I Blushed at the very same time when I read through it after being praised that way (even though I'm a "Stalking" her) yet still being thanked that way hehe xD. As I said it, Yes~ lui lui, you should know you are one of the angels right hehe xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are very welcome ya&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all of you might know, there aren't many great astonishing things occurred to me as the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt; of mine Come &amp;amp; Go at this very year but then that never make me fall as I had many of you that made me stand back, though not the direct way I expected but then I'm still damn grateful to have all of you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting most of you was like a dream come true to me. I always realise that, I'm rather close with the girls rather than the guys but that doesn't mean I have no good buddies, I do have but they aren't as close as the girls do hahahaha~ Others will call me a pervert but I'll rather say that "I felt girls need me more than guys does" myahahaha xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's no satisfaction from my answer, Okay~ I don't mind to be admitted as Pervert or Playboy, as bad as you can think of me. But then if I'm a Playboy, I must say "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The God is playing me~&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year Everyone Especially:-&lt;br /&gt;1) Joe Jian (a.k.a JJ, a.k.a Sifu, a.k.a Lui Lui, a.k.a Rabbeep)&lt;br /&gt;2) Chubby Jess&lt;br /&gt;3) Xuetly Loo&lt;br /&gt;4) Anne&lt;br /&gt;5) &amp;amp; Any other person who's possibly viewing my blog~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-4066683317852337171?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4066683317852337171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=4066683317852337171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4066683317852337171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4066683317852337171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/12/sayonara-2009-last-post-of-09.html' title='Sayonara 2009 *Last Post of &apos;09&quot;'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-4450199317331030825</id><published>2009-12-28T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T07:31:25.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few more days to everything.. eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just had a trip and back on Shah Alam and I think I'll have some pics to upload but then the lazy spirit are possessing me~ I still feel like having fun though my exam is like getting nearer.. nearer and nearer~! Argh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While I'm getting tensed up, the others are getting bored as their college/U is going to start soon.. what does that means?! means when I have those sem breaks~~ everyone will eventually be.. UNAVAILABLE again T-T. Sad reality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By the way, I felt kinda uneasy bout next year.. not really the uneasy feeling... it's because.. as the countdown goes, my clock itself is ticking too~~ xD Nervous maybe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's better that those surprises isn't those old school style cause it's always me who suggest those ideas (I'm old school after all). If they would just walk by knowing nothing, I also don't mind de~ Get used to it can already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then yet again, Happy Anniversary to all my dearest kem terkok members~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for being there for me during the full 3months of so-called hell. When I think back of it, some of you might be the angels in my life too. Thanks for being so meaningful to my life as my friends!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P/S - To those you-know-who, Yeap!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You are my angels&lt;/span&gt;!! Yes Angels!! not just one person I'm saying thanks to~~!!&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/5569006282757504561-4450199317331030825?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4450199317331030825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=4450199317331030825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4450199317331030825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4450199317331030825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/12/few-more-days-to-everything-eh.html' title='Few more days to everything.. eh?'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-4123868401926873038</id><published>2009-12-23T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:19:03.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer it in your Heart..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can't be what everyone expected you to be, People will judge you and that's why you have the right to judge too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why does people comes in various appearance? Because there are various kinds of personalities and each people resembles their own stand. There will be some that Love and there will be some that Hate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some people will always think that you're right, Some people will always think you're wrong, and some people will always support your decision and they know you know what's right and what's wrong. You just need a little bit of confidence to make things right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you think you're the worst person ever existed, you're just closing one of your eyes on the others who had been cruel to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can hate the others, but you must never hate yourself for you are meant to be this way and when you start to re-loving yourself, that's when you realise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love comes from heart, not from speech nor brain&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S - Always believe in yourself for you're the Wrong and Right at the very same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dedicated to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sifu, JJ&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-4123868401926873038?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4123868401926873038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=4123868401926873038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4123868401926873038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4123868401926873038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/12/answer-it-in-your-heart.html' title='Answer it in your Heart..'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-4287256977381976086</id><published>2009-12-22T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:58:56.042-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional....'/><title type='text'>Heart of Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Though the term of "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Seeing everyone happy, I'll be Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" came out from my mouth all the time but when I really feel the part of my heart, I couldn't smile in there. I tend to be a'ight when everyone are mentioning about "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;the case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;", I bite my tongue holding back my emotions, I felt suffocating, I felt like crying but I couldn't cry out because I've a tough principle that hold my soul. I just keep biting... I hold out the sadness with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;gluttony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;You have to trust yourself to gain  others' trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this very stand to make me strong, I tried my best to trust  myself to ensure my friends would approach me with their sad feelings  and by helping them, it'll be a very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;good  way for me to abandon my own feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Caring others makes me felt like I'm caring myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;|  would be better than |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Caring myself  more than the others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;|. By realising everyone had their life  adjusted well, I saw my own image again and it's still broken... as if remain untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't let them know how broken my heart was because if they would know, they would be sad that I felt so helpless in me. I'm sorry, I must be selfish... I must become the biggest liar ever existed throughout my life in order to be normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is wondering why am I typing it here while I want to keep it in my heart. Was it on purpose? To gain attention? To get sympathy? Again and again, I'll just say it, I have nowhere else to pour it out except here, my "private space".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I witnessed "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;", I could feel my heart tearing apart as if deceased but I would just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;die far far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; from everyone else in order not to ruin their happiness. I'm not trying to be  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;外大 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or to be special among others。This is just me, my personality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is why....&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Let Me Help You in order for me to help myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-4287256977381976086?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4287256977381976086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=4287256977381976086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4287256977381976086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4287256977381976086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/12/though-term-of-seeing-everyone-happy.html' title='Heart of Tears'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-3709750393039821589</id><published>2009-12-17T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:23:12.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making me Sick of them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finally remembered why I have so much hatred towards my Secondary School Life... It's because of those peoples like them, those who always take advantage toward the others. Just because they are good on something, they misused their rights toward the weak ones. Their act are making me sick and until this very day, they are still that succumb!  I really hate it, HATE IT a LOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;And they dare to come and tell me that I'm Immature?! Have you even ever look in the mirror???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no need for me to be patient with you guys anymore, if you want blow it off, I don't mind for it and BRiNG it ON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Frustrated*&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/5569006282757504561-3709750393039821589?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3709750393039821589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=3709750393039821589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3709750393039821589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3709750393039821589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-me-sick-of-them.html' title='Making me Sick of them'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-5817737988753444497</id><published>2009-12-16T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:03:45.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save you like how you Saved me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Horrrr~ after reading JJ's blog for some time~ I was like thinking, "Hey, my sem 2 almost ended, what stories I have for myself?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, thinking and thinking... However, there was none of the good ideas I had in mind about what so good and what so bad about my 2nd sem, things were still the same, Normal.&lt;br /&gt;Though I get to learn more bout a human's personality and I'll stick to those who have been trusted by me. They are reliable and we can help each other, Like a team and I don't expect myself to plunge into the groups of "IDK-then-do-nothing" buffoons anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Happy part of mine for this moment that is, most of my precious ladies have found their own good lives and I'm so glad seeing them being this happy as they are sipping every single joy in life. It's great for them to find their loved ones and my heart is just waving those silent goodbyes and may their loves be cherished.&lt;br /&gt;So is my buddy, hope you're having your great moments with your First love and may it be the love you'll hold till old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to head back to my own road and walk out. I've a story to write myself about after all.&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/5569006282757504561-5817737988753444497?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5817737988753444497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=5817737988753444497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/5817737988753444497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/5817737988753444497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/12/save-you-like-how-you-saved-me.html' title='Save you like how you Saved me'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-1030767952561273370</id><published>2009-12-14T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:50:21.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deelun is simply LUNatic</title><content type='html'>The reason why?&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be always observing lives without putting me as an exception because I knew it very clearly "I'm not going to walk out of this life, Untested".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it goes, the current report for me:&lt;br /&gt;I felt that, I'm LUNatic because there are peoples who Love(Like) and Hate(Dislike) me at the same time, and I guess it's a reason due to my personality that's "Sometimes Good" &amp;amp; "Sometimes Bad". But any other way, I've never admitted on being both sides anyway because I just want to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Righteous and Injustice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S:- I know it sounded so pathetic as if a child is mumbling to himself a.k.a "Want to make oneself being special" but I can assure you, I'm not the SINGLE person in this community that play this role.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-1030767952561273370?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1030767952561273370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=1030767952561273370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1030767952561273370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/1030767952561273370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/12/deelun-is-simply-lunatic.html' title='Deelun is simply LUNatic'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-3396328274400571137</id><published>2009-12-13T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T08:23:10.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was merry, but not merry enough</title><content type='html'>Just had a HIT outing with my PLKN friends yesterday but we weren't able to assemble most of them because as expected that most of our peoples are busy with their own life. Bahh~ I'm not blaming those who couldn't make it because the one who organise it only do it according to the number of availability, and it's like on that time only got certain peoples are free. Worry not my buddies, whenever there's a will, there's a way~ We'll definitely meet again and that I assure you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who made it: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric, Weng, Vikie, Pink, Vinni(+guardian)~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great day though time was sufficient but meeting you all is what that matters~^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nice meal at Tony Romas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Great walk at MidValley"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A Nice Taste of Starbucks~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Live well everyone, May the moment we met again, Everyone is in pink health!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-3396328274400571137?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3396328274400571137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=3396328274400571137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3396328274400571137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3396328274400571137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-was-merry-but-not-merry-enough.html' title='It was merry, but not merry enough'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-3457845705240189344</id><published>2009-12-04T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:39:07.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated with me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, when you really hope for something to happen to you and things doesn't go the way you plotted, it's rather disappointing but at the very moment when you tend to put everything away, the wish you made eventually came true. On that very moment, the decision to decide whether to appreciate your wish or take it for granted will be on task. Things weren't suppose to be this complicated, not until you started to think you're giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, it's always the person I hope to gain attention from doesn't turn to me and it was other unwanted attention that I get.  And when people start marking me as a bad guy or saying me changing my personality, they never knew my attitude changed is because of their attitude that ruined my mood. Everything have a limit, so am I. Some may think it's because of the "cover" that I'm being sarcastic but for some that know me very much, they'll know I'm the type that concern bout heart fillings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I'll give a damn about the way you pest my personality?!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you dare to say me wrong, you better prove that you're right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who told you I'm a good person to start with?&lt;/span&gt; I never admit nor deny and I just let the majority to show me the truth of myself.&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/5569006282757504561-3457845705240189344?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3457845705240189344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=3457845705240189344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3457845705240189344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/3457845705240189344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/12/frustrated-with-me.html' title='Frustrated with me?'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-6656844987702150185</id><published>2009-11-27T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T10:45:14.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly, I guess that no matter how many chance I'll be give to drag back the time and remake some mistakes I've done in my life...&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want to remake anything or should say, I doesn't want to go back to the past at all even if miracles might happen.&lt;br /&gt;Because, it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the past&lt;/span&gt; that form &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my present&lt;/span&gt; and this will be the ME that create the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet-to-come&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;What's done, is done. Only things you can do, that's to make it a better change&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/5569006282757504561-6656844987702150185?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6656844987702150185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=6656844987702150185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6656844987702150185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/6656844987702150185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/11/if.html' title='If...'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-4391838864627198960</id><published>2009-11-25T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:34:52.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Brave, just Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Tuesday 24th November '09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my second attempt for blood donation and this time was so much easier and I even observe every single process of it.&lt;br /&gt;Can say that it's damn cool to see how they use the needle and pump in the air into your hand and then using a straw-like metal to suck your blood out.&lt;br /&gt;Just like drinking my blood out from me~&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a thousand bucks right now since my blood has been renewed.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the next blood donation kekeke xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/Sw4Si0vz19I/AAAAAAAAAbE/btXfo6thfHg/s1600/241120091054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/Sw4SiTwixVI/AAAAAAAAAa0/UHr6kr3Cugc/s320/241120091055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408280583147275602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/Sw4Shxy6YoI/AAAAAAAAAas/hydnrkNTzgM/s1600/241120091058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/Sw4Shxy6YoI/AAAAAAAAAas/hydnrkNTzgM/s320/241120091058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408280574030406274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569006282757504561-4391838864627198960?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4391838864627198960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=4391838864627198960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4391838864627198960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/4391838864627198960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-tuesday-24th-november-09-i-had-my.html' title='Not Brave, just Bored'/><author><name>Dee Lun TwoFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986211315709269386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/TBo6bpHqx0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3m0i2S3TLgk/S220/photo0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRYDDA6ivRk/Sw4Si0vz19I/AAAAAAAAAbE/btXfo6thfHg/s72-c/241120091054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569006282757504561.post-7274622391017358962</id><published>2009-11-21T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T12:38:56.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fade... Fading... Faded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's such a tiring week man~!!&lt;br /&gt;All this works is crazy, I wonder who invented Account, meant to be easy?&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it's making my life hard right now damnit~&lt;br /&gt;Lecturers, Tutors all thought that we've studied this in secondary school and they teach us at the perception as if we've understood everything, come to a point, most of us was blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do blame myself for being lazy too, and 80% is my fault for not putting effort. That's before this, I'm sensing chances for improvements, I guess this is it. Prove the damn shit nothing beats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I had a "Love" issue with my classmate Lynn~ Since she's so bored and wanna be my temporary "Girlfriend", well, her wish come true when I agreed the request she made in FACEBOOK.&lt;br /&gt;She had a boyfriend already and yet she's making me her "BF" in FACEBOOK, she thought it'll be fun but I've smelt problem from far but since it's her request and her decision, I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;Then, her boyfriend found out, unhappy, she scared, I smiled and took back the status to be single. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After all, I'm still waiting passionately to love and beloved&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion : Someone would pick me as a boyfriend, that means I'm not half-bad after all~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S - Sorry Lynn for the fuss, thanks for picking me up though, you can just put down a'ight =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Play with fire, causes dire~&lt;/span&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/5569006282757504561-7274622391017358962?l=deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/7274622391017358962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569006282757504561&amp;postID=7274622391017358962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/7274622391017358962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569006282757504561/posts/default/7274622391017358962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deelun-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/11/fade-fading-faded.html' title='Fade... 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