<?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-2324335487996083859</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:54:14.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of A Young Man</title><subtitle type='html'>A place where I put down about anything and everything that comes to mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-4421035437934735909</id><published>2009-08-21T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:02:00.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Doesn't Come Often</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'm very happy now. I don't know why, but everything seems very nice. Pardon me for sounding smug. Just wanted to share my happiness with my 'devoted' readers. A lot happened during these past few weeks. The first day of Ramadhan starts today (Yippie!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Limbang in a few weeks time, with my 'family'. During these past few weeks, I made new relationships, and strengthened old ones. With new, happier memories made, I feel contented. Thank God Almighty for giving me the chance to experience these wonderful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I do hope for one thing, though. Happiness in itself can't come without a few setbacks. So I hope that He will grant me enough strength to overcome these odds whenever they may come. I'm certain about one thing though: If you spend more time around happy, optimistic people, some of the happiness might just rub onto you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. looks like I have to prepare for my Chemistry practical now. Until the next post then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Listening to 'Everytime You Lie'  by Demi Lovato. Niceeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nathaniel Hawthorne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-4421035437934735909?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/4421035437934735909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=4421035437934735909&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/4421035437934735909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/4421035437934735909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2009/08/happiness-doesnt-come-often.html' title='Happiness Doesn&apos;t Come Often'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-6565086342454610863</id><published>2009-08-14T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:46:23.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't Too Happy, Ain't Too Sad</title><content type='html'>Guess where I am now? At school, with my friends for choir practice. I thought we were gonna do some more singing today but instead we downloaded and listened to songs for the whole day, basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.C. isn't here. I'm not too happy because of one reason: I still can't convince my parents to let me go swimming with my friends this Friday. They still believe that H1N1 is on the loose. Sheesh... Not to blame them, but I try to be optimistic. God- willing, nothing will happen to us. I hope I can convince them, since Saturday we'll start puasa already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'm not too sad either. I'm optimistic, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-6565086342454610863?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/6565086342454610863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=6565086342454610863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/6565086342454610863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/6565086342454610863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2009/08/aint-too-happy-aint-too-sad.html' title='Ain&apos;t Too Happy, Ain&apos;t Too Sad'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-2369396688816111271</id><published>2009-07-16T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:05:22.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't  Wait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Right now I'm listening to 'The Man Who Can't Be Moved' by The Script. If I'm not mistaken they're a band from Ireland. Cool song. Seriously. Only two more days till the grand L6B 2009 picnic. Oh yeah. Can't wait for it. Can't wait to have fun. Can't wait to see GG again. Tomorrow, the guys are going to buy the necessities for the barbecue. Too bad I can't go with them, Friday prayer. Well, duty to God comes first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Can't go to sleepover at Caesar's house tomorrow either. My parents will literally get cardiac arrest if I go. Oh well, God willing, there's some other day... Aaargh!! I feel so agitated. Can't wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Patience is a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(How&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; ironic&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/2324335487996083859-2369396688816111271?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/2369396688816111271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=2369396688816111271&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/2369396688816111271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/2369396688816111271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t  Wait...'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-292982581250586776</id><published>2009-06-29T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:17:29.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Farewell, An Awesome Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know what you might be thinking right now. What does another farewell had to do with an awesome lunch? Stay tuned to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post is dedicated to two of my friends. One of them is a guy who I've known for five years, since Form 1. He is, quite frankly, one of the funniest and craziest guys I've ever known. He will be leaving for Taylor's College in KL (at least, this is where I think he's going) this Friday at 4.00 pm. After spending a few years there, he will be leaving for the United States of America to study Hospitality and Hotel Management under the JPA scholarship. Have a safe flight and I wish you great success in whatever you do. So long, George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other farewell today is dedicated to another friend of mine. I've known her for a short time, relatively speaking of course, about one month plus. That's okay. A friend is a friend nevertheless, no matter how long or short a time you've known them. She will be leaving for Taylor's, too, taking the ICPU program there, under the JPA scholarship. FYI, ICPU stands for International Canadian Pre- University program. I think you might have guessed already, she will be leaving for Canada after that, studying Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't received the photos from our photo- taking session this afternoon, although I expect that she will post it up on her own blog.Bye- bye Cordelia. About the lunch, my friends and I went to McD. That's not the awesome part of course. That part comes during the meal itself. When eating lunch with Keith, I'll have to remind myself about chowing my food down before he opens his mouth. My stomach literally convulsed from laughter. The ride back to school is a different story. We had a race to school. Me, Felix and Caesar in one car and Angie, Wendy, Keith and Kelvin in another.  Get this, it's not about speed. rather, it's a knowledge about shortcuts and timing. Of course, we won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes of The Day: (I'm feeling particularly generous today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Friendship is a contract which you sign with laughter, and break with tears."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                       Anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn't jump with them. I'll be at the bottom to catch them."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;     Anonymous.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friendship is a wonderful thing. It improves happiness, abates misery, doubles our joy and divides our grief."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joseph Addison.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                      &lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-292982581250586776?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/292982581250586776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=292982581250586776&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/292982581250586776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/292982581250586776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-farewell-awesome-lunch.html' title='Another Farewell, An Awesome Lunch'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-5331300947239750978</id><published>2009-06-28T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:32:19.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally... A New Template</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally, after all this while using that old- fashioned template, I finally decided for a better, newer, fresher look. Oh well, it's about time anyway. Sis just got back from K.L. Looking at the amount of bags she brought home, I'm surprised that the boutiques there hasn't filed for bankruptcy yet (lol!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Starting probationary prefect duty tomorrow. Gulp... Pretty new at this thing. Let's just wait and see. A certain violinist friend of mine still hasn't posted anything till now. Well, let's just wait and see... again. I'm gonna do a lot of waiting and seeing from now on, I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Biology presentation week coming up. Haven't started anything. Just browsing for info. Chordata... Not something you can procrastinate about. Starting tomorrow I  guess. Compiled a lot of info on them. Let's just hope it's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot to catch up on Physics. Circular motion... Best friend leaving for Sepang soon. Thought I could watch Transformers 2 after school last Saturday but G.G. and Wendy had to cancel last minute. Oh well... MUET presentation tomorrow. Gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A huge thanks to Rhema for telling me how to change the template of my blog. Couldn't have done it without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you haven't found something interesting today, then it hasn't been much of a day."&lt;/span&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/2324335487996083859-5331300947239750978?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/5331300947239750978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=5331300947239750978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/5331300947239750978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/5331300947239750978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-new-template.html' title='Finally... A New Template'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-552475264486105323</id><published>2009-06-21T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T07:38:25.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Spaghetti Much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mZWsSYwWu8/Sj5E4CS-nPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ru9FXi8RSZ8/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mZWsSYwWu8/Sj5E4CS-nPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ru9FXi8RSZ8/s320/DSC00506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349789136842562802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was my sister's first attempt at cooking spaghetti. Yep, you heard me. First time ever. All this while my mom was the cook of the house. It wasn't bad, in fact it's quite nice for a first- timer. On top is a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;You might have noticed that this is the first picture I've added on my blog, ever (yay!) Well, have to go now. Gotta do my homework. Sigh... Another thing, most of my aforementioned friends must be in K.L. by this time. Oh well, welcome to the world.&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/2324335487996083859-552475264486105323?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/552475264486105323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=552475264486105323&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/552475264486105323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/552475264486105323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2009/06/eat-spaghetti-much.html' title='Eat Spaghetti Much?'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mZWsSYwWu8/Sj5E4CS-nPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ru9FXi8RSZ8/s72-c/DSC00506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-2920643482793125895</id><published>2009-06-20T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T08:55:18.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute To A Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;        This afternoon, just after I finished my piano class, I received an SMS from a friend saying that she will come to school for the last time this Monday, since she just got accepted at UiTM Samarahan. Let me say something, it's not that I didn't expect her to go, but not this soon, you know. She could have at least given me a week's notice. Oh well, who could blame her. God is mysterious after all...&lt;br /&gt;    Today's post is a tribute to this friend. I first met her in Form 1, being introduced to her by courtesy of another friend, Stefan Lim. She is one of the most cheerful person I've ever met and it's been great to get to know her all these years. I wish her success  in her  future undertakings,  and  I'm sure she can still visit us in Kuching since UiTM Samarahan is still quite near to St. Joe. (Duh!) Last but not least, I'm sure she would remember a certain joke about Noddy's theme song (lol !). So long, Adeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.         After saying farewell to so many friends in these past few days, I'm beginning to see that the times  that we spent with them, especially friends from secondary school, is definitely priceless. The reason that they're priceless is because they are who we grow up with, and thus they help make us who we are today,regardless of whether we like it or not. Also, they will be very different from all the friends that we will make at any point in our lives, whether when we are in college or working as an  adult. I'm not sure how to  explain this myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          "Parting is such sweet sorrow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     William Shakespeare in 'Romeo and Juliet'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-2920643482793125895?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/2920643482793125895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=2920643482793125895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/2920643482793125895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/2920643482793125895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2009/06/tribute-to-friend.html' title='A Tribute To A Friend'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-5276194551076364871</id><published>2009-06-19T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:57:21.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Farewells... and New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Ah, it's been a while since I last updated this thing, a long while... Oh well. I hung out with a lot of my friends tonight, in fact all of us came from the class of 5A 2008. Most of them are leaving for their respective Pre- U programs this Sunday. I'm surely gonna miss them, since we've been friends for a very long time. Aaron George, Aizat and Azzeem are going to Kolej Mara Banting. Gavin and Jonas are going to Kolej Teknologi Timur in Sepang. Wan is going to UniKL. Safwan is going to Kedah. Ezzan to K.L.( I think this is what he said, though I can't quite remember) and George Francis will be going to Taylor's (not so sure about this one either). A good thing is, though, most of them will be back for Hari Raya, so I can expect a lot of guests here this year. Well, I sure have a lot of memories with these guys. I'm not gonna be all sad or anything but I wish them all the best, thanks for all those happy memories throughout all those years in school and God willing, we'll  meet again at some other place and time.  Last but not least, I would like to wish an advanced farewell to a new friend, Cordelia who will be leaving for KL on the 4th of July (future psychologist, lol!) Since I met you through a blog, it would only be fair for me to say farewell through a blog (lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    However, this is also the perfect time for me to have a new beginning. Actually, by writing this post, I am acknowledging another new start to the chapter in my life. Actually, after spending over a month in Form 6, it's not that bad. I know the workload can sometimes be overwhelming, but with our teacher's guidance and support from friends, we'll make it. Some old friends stayed behind (Caesar, Felix, Kelvin) and  some friends  are re- introduced (Adeline,  Angela, Wendy).  To Angela, Happy 18th  Birthday!! Looks like I'm gonna have to call you 'big sis' from now until my birthday (lol!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I also attended  the LaSallian Convention for the first time this year.  It's very cool. In fact, it's one of the coolest camp  I've  been to  so far. There, I met new people, and enjoyed myself a lot. I've kind of forgotten how to be serious for a while  when I was there (though  I literally  lost my voice  during the latter  half of the camp).  I  met some of  Gabrielle's  friends up close there for the first time too (Rhema, Julie, Cheryl, with the exception of Siw Hua).  All these things , I hope would signify the start of a great year for me.  Well, until next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think I've put up too many lols in this post : )&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/2324335487996083859-5276194551076364871?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/5276194551076364871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=5276194551076364871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/5276194551076364871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/5276194551076364871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-farewells-and-new-beginnings.html' title='Old Farewells... and New Beginnings'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-5675829266841363057</id><published>2009-02-01T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:59:52.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for N. S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; My apologies for my extreme tardiness in posting, but for those of you who have been waiting in eager anticipation, here it is. well, FYI, I will be leaving for the much dreaded N.S. on the 19th of March, which is not long now. Well, I hope I can hang on till then. Speaking of which, I was wondering when will our exam results be announced. Boredom has recently struck me like a brick. I think I've fallen into what some people called a rut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Basically, all I've done is watching TV, play video games and doing stuff, but as we all know we're bound to get bored somehow. Oh, for those of you who are knowledgeable enough, which one is better to buy, XBox 360 or PlayStation 3? If anyone wants to suggest anything, you're welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; For Doron, if you're reading this, how is it there? Love to hear feedback from you. Stay safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As for N.S., I think its not as cracked up as people thought it would be, but I did find out a few days ago that a friend of mine got exempted after three weeks in the camp for having frequent bouts of fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; As for my driends, can't wait to see you again, and I hope the next time we meet each other, it wouldn't be under bad circumstances. Wishing all my Chinese friends a happy and prosperous Chinese New Year. Too bad I didn't have a picture of an ox with me when I was posting this : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-5675829266841363057?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/5675829266841363057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=5675829266841363057&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/5675829266841363057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/5675829266841363057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2009/02/preparing-for-n-s.html' title='Preparing for N. S.'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-6116050972465889248</id><published>2008-12-29T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:30:41.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Tagged?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;      Looks like the tagging phenomenon has hit even the farthest regions of the globe. Yes, the polar caps in the Arctic (pun intended). Looks like I have no choice but to answer. Well, here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;10 things about the person that tagged me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. He's dangerously obsessed with some model from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. He likes an actress whom I could not even say what the name was (from Thailand I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. He's shorter than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. He has an unusual phobia of butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. He shares a birthday with Jessica Alba (????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. He gave me a ride once to Riverside (during our class farewell party)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. He listens to Thai songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;8.He's a good artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. He listens to O Sole Mio, a song by Enrico Caruso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. He has a weird sense of humour (seriously).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;10 things about myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I am Mohd Iqmal and I own this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. I've been told that I can be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; boring sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. I love Chicken Cordon Bleu from Secret Recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. I play the piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. I want to play the cello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. I love video games, especially Warriors Orochi 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. I have been trying to lose weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. For the record, I am straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. I love classical music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. I have a lot of friends ( I think) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The 10 people that I've tagged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Doron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Bruce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Stefan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Jonas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;6.Aizat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Chun Hoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Victor Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Aizat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Sean Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;There you have it. i apologise bforehand if I made any mistakes. Happy now, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gavin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-6116050972465889248?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/6116050972465889248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=6116050972465889248&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/6116050972465889248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/6116050972465889248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-tagged.html' title='I&apos;m Tagged?'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-8436974461928256907</id><published>2008-12-27T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T05:09:05.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;      It's been a while since I last posted anything, and seriously I need a new template for my blog. Before we begin, please read my comment on my last post. You might be wondering why I call this post 'Creepy'. Well, to tell you the truth, I've been having creepy dreams lately. Now, now. Don't jump to any conclusions just yet. It's not one of &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; dreams (ehem...) , but rather dreams of school life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;      I don't know why but I keep having dreams about my classmates lately. Don't worry, they will remain anonymous. If you're asking me about what the dream is about, I don't remember much but I remember seeing glimpses of their face. And another thing, there's these dreams about getting my results, but I can't see what I got (whew!). But seriously, they creep me out. I hope they're not precognitive or something, if not... that's another story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;      The creepiest things about these dreams are, they're recurring. For those who's blur rught now, they keep happening, again and again. Well, I look forward to the new year. That's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-8436974461928256907?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/8436974461928256907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=8436974461928256907&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/8436974461928256907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/8436974461928256907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/12/creepy.html' title='Creepy...'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-2809478593350527118</id><published>2008-12-13T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:09:02.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi everyone! I' m back! Contrary to popular belief, my blog is not dead (lol to Gavin Wu). Its just that I'm so busy now that I don't have time to post anything. Busy with what you may ask? Having fun of course! Honestly, I haven't had this much fun since... well, I can't remember. I've been busy playing video games (Jason Wong might know about this one.. Hehe) , watching movies (yes, Rondo, I AM going to watch Twilight), reading a few books (non- study related, of course) and much more. I wonder how is everyone enjoying their holiday?  Well, I hope you guys are having fun. After all, we deserve it. And to my friends out there, Merry Christmas and a have a Happy New Year. Well, since I'm posting I might as well do this. Here are my resolutions for this holiday. (FYI, they are not listed in order of importance):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Have lots and lots of fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Lose weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Play more music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Enjoy myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Read books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Spend more time with my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Watch anime and read manga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;There you have it. Short and simple. Well guys, I' d like it if you guys would post on how your holiday has been. Before I forgot, good luck to Bruce and all my other friends going for the first batch of NS. Have a safe trip. Also, Rondo, good luck in the U.S.A. Just don't come back to Malaysia and get all cocky and forget about me. Keep in touch (yes, I know about the time difference).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-2809478593350527118?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/2809478593350527118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=2809478593350527118&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/2809478593350527118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/2809478593350527118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!!!'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-5939569159926759492</id><published>2008-10-19T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T05:09:37.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think My Blog Is Dead? Not A Chance!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Muahhaha!!! I'm back to haunt your nightmares (Read this with a Victor Frankenstein kind of accent... its more effective :) Well, its been a long time. My blog is not dead, however. Its just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'hibernating' .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; However, I'm quite &lt;em&gt;'pleased'&lt;/em&gt; to announce that we have officially 23 more days till SPM starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My mock exam results came out a while ago. It's above my expectations, quite frankly speaking and I feel happy for that. However, a few things have been puzzling my head over these past few weeks. One: How come I'm never able to ace that History test? For those of you out there who thinks I score well in exams because I memorize, you're dead wrong. My History exam is proof of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Two: I'm never able to score for both my Physics and Biology simultaneously. If one is excellent, the other would be only fair, and vice versa. My Chemistry is fine, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Three: What happens if I don't get what I expect? I'm sure a lot of you is probably thinking the same question now. We can never be to sure, I guess. History has shown that sometimes things turn out quite the opposite of what we think it would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Four: What will happen to all of us? I mean,we all would promise to keep in touch and everything, but would everything be the same as it would be now when we're in school? Now, we could see each other every single day in school but can everything still be the way it was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Five: Can we really be prepared for the exam? I know that 23 days would provide us ample time to revise but can we really be truly prepared?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, that's all for now. To all my friends, good luck in your SPM. May all of you succeed not just in your exams, but in your life, too.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-5939569159926759492?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/5939569159926759492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=5939569159926759492&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/5939569159926759492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/5939569159926759492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/10/think-my-blog-is-dead-not-chance.html' title='Think My Blog Is Dead? Not A Chance!!'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-3572469901799738656</id><published>2008-08-31T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:27:28.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hi everyone. It's me here. I'm sorry to inform that this would be the last time I'm posting for a very long time. Don't fret. I'm still blogging, but not now. SPM mock is coming, and I know my priorities. Well, good luck to those who are going to face the SPM this year (me included). And happy Ramadhan. Well, I'm going to miss blogging, that's for sure. I probably won't add another post until after SPM. To Gabrielle, happy retirement. Its been nice reading your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To all my blogger friends, some words of wisdom (from not such a wise guy):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We must bid each other goodbye, before we can say hello again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Therefore, adieu.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-3572469901799738656?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/3572469901799738656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=3572469901799738656&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/3572469901799738656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/3572469901799738656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/08/exam-hiatus.html' title='Exam Hiatus'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-543056657702247585</id><published>2008-08-18T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:17:33.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In National Sevice!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; My second worst fear just came true!! I'm actually 'lucky' enough to be chosen for National service ( I'd rather not elaborate on what my worst fear is). The dreaded message reached me through the form of my sister. "Congratulations!!" The message still rings in my ears even until today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its not that I am afraid to join National Service. Its just that the feeling of fear is there because admittedly, I am facing one of those unknown moments in my life. Even a famous philosopher said that "One would always fear that which he did not know of". well, I'm going to try my best to make the most out of this thing. Well, it is a once in a lifetime opprtunity after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To my friends who did not receive the 'congratulatory' message, congratulations to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-543056657702247585?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/543056657702247585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=543056657702247585&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/543056657702247585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/543056657702247585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-in-national-sevice.html' title='I&apos;m In National Sevice!!!!'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-4582730529354554966</id><published>2008-08-08T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T07:55:08.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely and Solitary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Thursday, during Lit. class, Rondo and I got into a 'solitary' kind of mood. It all started when I let him listen to my MP4, when he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"You know, all the songs in your playlist seem to reflect a solitary and lonely mood, its kinda depressing." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Without even waiting for an invitation, some girl which I would only call AI, replied:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Well, maybe that's because he's a lonely person, that's why."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you for giving such 'constructive' comment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: Please- lah, Rondo. I DO NOT put those songs into my MP4 because I am lonely, solitary or depressed. Its just that I enjoy these songs because of their musical merit and their wonderful melody. Duh! And while I may be an unhappy person, I am NEVER lonely. Its not that I am mad or anything. I'm just trying to clarify things out... and to announce that I'm back in the blogging scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;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/2324335487996083859-4582730529354554966?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/4582730529354554966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=4582730529354554966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/4582730529354554966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/4582730529354554966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/08/lonely-and-solitary.html' title='Lonely and Solitary'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-1186087293974893400</id><published>2008-07-13T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T08:23:10.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Amal!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;First and foremost, I would like to apologize for my very long absence from the blogging community. Well,  I just finished my exams last Saturday (Yay!!!). Anyways, today is all about Amal, and her birthday. She is a friend of mine and she invited me to her party at Kuching Park hotel last Saturday. Its one of the best parties that I've ever been to ( in fact one of the only parties I've ever been to, how sad is that). Its, as the Brits would say, posh but fun nonetheless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The party started of quite formally with speeches from my friend and her parents. Then... things got gradually crazier. I mean it. There were games like treasure hunt where we are supposed to find unexpected things. I mean think about it. Who would bring the following things to a birthday party:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1) A school badge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2) A picture of your dad/ mum ( I got this one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3) A red pen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;4) A lip gloss (I doubt any boy would bring this, though we did have girls at our table who brought it with them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5) A handkerchief ( We got this one, thanks to Fakri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, I can't remember everything. Next, we are supposed to find two yellow 'angpau' envelopes, precariously hidden somewhere. It almost came to an end when Hisham found one of the envelopes &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; the event started. Well, we searched every nook and cranny of the hall. I mean everywhere. Under chairs (ehem..), under tables. I almost lost a finger or two when I tried to look under the buffet set. Turns out it had lighted stoves underneath to keep the food warm. Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Next, we have a sort of follow- the - leader game where members of the same table are supposed to dance in a line and stops dancing when the music stops. Then we have to stay exactly as we are. Its the job of the birthday girl's family members to disturb us while we remain 'frozen'. Our team is the first to lose, though I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Next, comes the cake- cutting and the highlight of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Choosing the prince and princess charming of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yep, you heard me. Every teenager in the party must join it. GAWD, what am I supposed to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was subjected to total humiliation when I had to do a male model catwalk across the floor ( along with the other guys but we have to do it individually). Well, I mustered every ounce of courage that I have and did it. (FYI, when the girls did the catwalk, the boys became the judges, so when the boys did it... use your brains) The moment I started my walk, strut or whatever the heck you'd call it, my head swarmed with thoughts that would've been considered gila in real life. I heaved a sigh of relief when its over and swore I'll never do it again on my own free will on purpose. ( A girl got a video of me while I was doing th e'walk' but you won't hear her name from me). Naim won the prince and Natalie won the princess title. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Well, it was fun and I'd hope to do it again (attend the birthday party, not the catwalk) someday. Bye!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Happy Birthday Amal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;P.S. I heard I freaked a girl out that day. Sorry!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh, yes. Claire Chang is one funky girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-1186087293974893400?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/1186087293974893400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=1186087293974893400&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/1186087293974893400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/1186087293974893400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-amal.html' title='Happy Birthday Amal!!!!'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-3696540661596227005</id><published>2008-06-21T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T09:03:14.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams! They're Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aaaaargh!!! This week has been very unfair (I think most people would agree, especially Jonas). The examinations have been pushed forward, which means I don't have much time left to study (then why the heck am I still blogging?). Well, the most important thing is they're gonna be here, eventually. The second exams, I think will be the most highly anticipated by everyone, as they're the real indicators of how well you're going to score in the real thing ( this is due to the fact that it will follow the real thing in every way, except for less chapters to be revised).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, all I can say is, good luck to all the guys (and the girls) and do your best. I think now would be the perfect time to stop being so competitive (a.k.a kiasu), and start helping each other out, cos what matters in the end is not what position you get in class but the overall result. Besides, if you help others , they'll succeed as well, and success tastes best when you share (who you choose to help, however, is entirely to your own discretion).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyways, I've got a thousand things to study, and I've this senamrobik thing tomorrow. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-3696540661596227005?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/3696540661596227005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=3696540661596227005&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/3696540661596227005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/3696540661596227005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/06/exams-theyre-here.html' title='Exams! They&apos;re Here!'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-6113257068377876816</id><published>2008-06-13T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T07:46:38.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Friends That I Have</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its been one week since school reopens. Donkey's right. Its been the same thing like all over again like, "Holidays are boring" and "I've got no time to study during the holidays". Well, time to catch up with old friends. Well, after the week is over, I can conclude that although my friends are varied and many, I can basically put them this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Best Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This type of friend is easy to lose, and yet so hard to find. They're the ones who always listens to your problems and tells you that there is always a solution to everything. They never get tired of listening and even if they do, they will find a way to tell you. They help you in a variety of ways and yes, they enjoy seeing you happy. Well, not many people can fit this description anymore nowadays. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Casual Friend (a.k.a. Friend)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;On the contrary, many people can fit in this category. They're the type of people who you see every day in school, the one that you meet in club meetings etc. You don't exactly tell them what your problem is but you do joke with them and hang out with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Intellectual Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This type of friend is the smart one. You always go to this friend whenever you needed to answer a question or to 'borrow' his homework. They're the ones that always help you to solve a quadratic equation or the ones who knows the definition of spermatogenesis. (Ehem!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wise Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This type of friend differs from the previous one because of their ability to answer most of your curiosities about life. Be it on the opposite sex, this and that and stuff. They usually have experience with this type of thing, which explains their ability to answer your questions in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The Take It Easy Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This friend can lighten your problems, but not necessarily make it go away. They have a happy outlook on life and tend to take things not too seriously, but that doesn't mean they can't be serious. They help put all your problems into perspective and sometimes they're taking things too easily that you just want to throttle them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Equal Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This type of friend is kind of rare in itself but it's weird. This friend is equal because he shares your opinions on the same thing. He can buck up your ego and strengthen your belief about an idea or he can also defend you during an argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The Weird Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This friend is like a painting by Van Gogh. He is unpredictable and sometimes, just plain weird, with a capital W to boot. He has different views on things that people usually have the same view about. He likes to argue and is usually talkative. Well, sometimes his opinions can also be &lt;em&gt;too &lt;/em&gt;outrageous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And last, but certainly not least..... (drumroll)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;B******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; That Calls Himself A Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This type of friend is dangerous. They are masters of deception and disguise. They smile at your face but spit on you afterwards. As donkey puts it, they knife you, and runs away laughing about it. They don't give a f*** about you and they like it that way. There are a lot of them out there nowadays, you just don't know who...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My friends all fit into this category. All of them are a mixture of more than one of this type. So, which one are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-6113257068377876816?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/6113257068377876816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=6113257068377876816&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/6113257068377876816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/6113257068377876816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-friends-that-i-have.html' title='All The Friends That I Have'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-1342614016827999750</id><published>2008-06-06T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T07:30:54.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Aurelia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;During Add Maths tuition class today, I was completely stupefied/ dumbfounded/ aghast/ by a statement made by one of my classmates. It started when our teacher, Mdm. Liew asked us a Trigonometry question. Since Aurelia is the first one to get the answer, she told teacher about it. Now, our teacher has this habit of writing down suggested answers on the whiteboard, along with the name of the person who suggested it and asks the whole class whether we agree to the person's answer. In this case, "Who agrees to Aurelia's answer?" Several nodded in agreement while others say it out. It was in that moment I heard this somewhere from a seat behind me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Who's Aurelia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Normally I wouldn't pay attention to this kind of thing, you know and dismiss as a lame joke. A few moments later came this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Really, what. Who is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;By now the whole class started laughing, the teacher included. I teased Aurelia about it the whole day. But then again, she seems to take this insult to her self- identity in stride. Way to go. Well ,anonymity can really do anyone some good at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-1342614016827999750?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/1342614016827999750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=1342614016827999750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/1342614016827999750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/1342614016827999750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/06/whos-aurelia.html' title='Who&apos;s Aurelia?'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-9143897066646696868</id><published>2008-06-05T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T06:48:51.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared Myself Silly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've been watching too many horror/ suspense/ thriller/ movies recently. Well, aside from giving me an adrenaline rush to kill my boredom, I also ended up scaring myself silly. Take this morning for example, I just watched this movie 'When A Stranger Calls' on Star Movies. Its about a popular urban legend where a babysitter gets a phone call from a mysterious stranger when she's babysitting two kids. She's in a huge house and it was a stormy night (kinda cliched don't you think?) All in all, it was a good movie, actually. Instead of using the ghost with the long hair approach, they rely heavily on technicality such as music, lighting and the angle of the camera to make it work, so its a horror movie minus the 'ick' factor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There are other horror movies of course, but I would rather not talk about it due to its awesome 'ickiness' or stupidity. On a totally unrelated note, I found that Kenny Rogers is one hell of a restaurant. Caution: Do not even step foot inside unless you are completely famished (with a pocketful of money). Its one of the best meals I've had so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And another thing, horror movie characters seem to share one thing in common: It seems that they do not know how to pray to God to save themselves. Good night. Sleep tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-9143897066646696868?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/9143897066646696868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=9143897066646696868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/9143897066646696868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/9143897066646696868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/06/scared-myself-silly.html' title='Scared Myself Silly'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-7308000571836278212</id><published>2008-06-01T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T06:53:50.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Love Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ah, today is all about love. I don't  know why but I feel particularly &lt;em&gt;smitten &lt;/em&gt;about love today. Well, its probably because I  have just read the biography of Sir Edward Elgar today. For those in the dark,  he is a very well- known British composer, whose great works include the five 'Pomp and Circumstance' marches. Do you know that he composed two pieces for his wife just to show how much he loves her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, here are some timeless quotes about love. They are all personal favourites of mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(a) He who love touches walk not in darkness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Plato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(b) To get the full value of joy, you must have someone to divide it with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                                &lt;/em&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(c) Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                  &lt;/em&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(d) No, this trick won't work. How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon such as first love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                    &lt;/em&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(e) My most brilliant achievement was my ability to be able to persuade my wife to marry me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                       &lt;/em&gt;Winston Churchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ah, I know it seems very cliched but I just realized something today. As we never know when we will die, we might as well do something to make our life worthwhile. I mean, what's the use of hating someone? We certainly won't get anything good in return now are we? On a totally unrelated note, I'm going to Kenny Rogers for lunch tomorrow. Muahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;                                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-7308000571836278212?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/7308000571836278212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=7308000571836278212&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/7308000571836278212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/7308000571836278212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/06/ah-love-is.html' title='Ah, Love Is...'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-1694634007318251966</id><published>2008-05-26T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:41:16.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Extremely Boring Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is so boring, that even the flies seem to have something more interesting to do. I am at school today, in the library, as usual. Well, everyone seems very busy today, probably because of the LaSallian Convention starting tomorrow. Ah, its true then, that the grass always seems greener on the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, since I've started writing, I might just as well make it a worthwhile one then. Well, there's not even a single topic to write about except maybe ranting about nonsense , again. I wish I'm allowed to join the Convention but, nah, my parents wouldn't stand for it. They refused to give me permission. You know those idioms that people use everyday, those that become cliches already? Here's my opinion on some of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;(a) Good things happen to good people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;B.S. Nuff said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;(b) The grass is always greener on the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its incomplete. It should be continued with:... that is, until you get to the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;(c) I always see my glass as being half- full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you get so sick that you would rather drink everything  from the glass and get it over with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;(d) Do as I say, not as I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, what do you do if someone asks you: How do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;(e) If someone were to gather every trouble from every single person in the world, and put it in a heap, then ask everyone to take an equal measure from the heap, they would just take their own troubles and be done with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                    Socrates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldn't agree more with the old guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;(f) You can find out more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                   Plato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;It depends on what game you were playing and what you were talking about in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;(g) Behind every great man, there is a great woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is also incomplete. It should be continued with: ... and she's rolling her eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-1694634007318251966?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/1694634007318251966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=1694634007318251966&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/1694634007318251966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/1694634007318251966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/05/extremely-boring-day.html' title='An Extremely Boring Day...'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-7050609654265498076</id><published>2008-05-25T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T06:07:48.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Day 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ah, the last Sports Day I'll attend as a student of St. Joseph's (That is if I'm not attending Form Six). Sigh... Time does fly when you're having fun, doesn't it? Well, it takes a span of two days. Things start out a little differently this year as we always start early on the first day, but due to some unavoidable event happening at the stadium next door, we started in the afternoon. The first day can only be summed up in five words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Its a freakin' hot day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Trust me when I say it. Its like being trapped in the Sahara Desert or Mercury or something. Well, Things get worse when I have to go home early (at about 3 'o' clock) when heatstroke catches up on me. Well, I heard that Stefan called me a wuss or something. A note of caution: Dude, try having three layers of fat as an insulator and spend five hours working picking up &lt;strong&gt;balls &lt;/strong&gt;in the hot sun. Its gonna feel like you're a short- circuited microwave oven inside, and everything goes haywire. I spent the day drinking water like a vacuum cleaner. As for Aaron K., he's gonna call me a freakin' liar if I chicken out on the second day as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hah! In yer face. Just kidding. The second day's not too bad. We started out early, as usual. I spent nine hours sleeping and consumed three pills the night before. There's no way I'm gonna miss out on this thing. I got the same job as I did on the day before. But, God was much kinder. He brought in the clouds in the morning and some rain in the afternoon, although we did get the same hot sun after that. You know, the donkey's not there on the 2nd day. Wonder why. Didn't see Jonas or Wan around either. Its a shame that Bernie had to miss out both days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;During and after duty, a few interesting things did happen. My junior commented that Pn. Jo is nice (he's in Form 2), and yes, she is. I interrupted something that shouldn't be interrupted (RonDo should know this :P). Oh, yeah, FYI I owe someone a trip to the KFC, which I apparently forgot until that person reminded me. All in all, its a very good day, except at the end of it I end up looking like a zebra because of the sunburn (lol). See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-7050609654265498076?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/7050609654265498076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=7050609654265498076&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/7050609654265498076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/7050609654265498076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/05/sports-day-2008.html' title='Sports Day 2008'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-4164055477711199238</id><published>2008-05-24T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T09:44:23.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Do Before 2008 Is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I know that most people think that resolutions can be made at the beginning of a new year, but its not necessarily true. So, as promised to RonDo, here are my resolutions for the second half of year 2008:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1. Get over &lt;em&gt;it. &lt;/em&gt;(I think RonDo knows what I mean). : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2. Eat less fried chicken (Sigh...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3. Study for the SPM (Arghhhhh!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;4. Be less &lt;strong&gt;awkward&lt;/strong&gt; around other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5. Practise! Practise! Practise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;6. Do something that is both good and totally unexpected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;7. Daydream less often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;8. Bite my tongue more often ( I think RonDo knows what this statement means)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;9. Make my blog and posts less barren (as Donkey puts it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;10. Appreciate people more often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;11. Have different outlooks on some things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;12. Take things less seriously ( as Jonas puts it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;13. Learn to forgive and forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;14. Tie up all loose ends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and, last but not least...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;15. Follow this list and never forget why I did it in the first place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There you go. Sleep is catching up on me again. Bye... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Happy Holidays, everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-4164055477711199238?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/4164055477711199238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=4164055477711199238&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/4164055477711199238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/4164055477711199238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-to-do-before-2008-is-over.html' title='Things To Do Before 2008 Is Over'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-4583113240490128147</id><published>2008-05-17T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T06:46:45.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened During The Blackout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Something weird happened last night. A blackout just hit my neighbourhood and get this, &lt;em&gt;only my &lt;/em&gt;neighborhood. The other neighbouring houses seem just fine. But life just seems to find a way to make itself interesting, doesn't it. Here's what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Me: Mitosis is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bzzt....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Everything goes dark all of a sudden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Me: Oh, shit. Not now. Not when I really have the mood to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So, I crept out of my room into the dark hallway outside. This is one of those times when I'm glad that my house is a single- storey house. No stairs to tumble down from. I took a torchlight from the kitchen drawer after some groping and went to my parents bedroom to check on them. Apparently, both of them are still awake and were watching TV when it happened. Wait, there's more to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Clang! Clang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Me: Isn't that the padlock being rattled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So, my dad took my torchlight and went outside to check what was the clanging all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;For self- defense purposes, he held the torchlight up like a bat, ready to swing at the uninvited visitor. He turns the knob and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Out came our friendly neighbourhood neighbour!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;His reason for clanging on the padlock: "Sorry, I was just checking up on you, people. Manalah tau you didn't know about the blackout. Anyway, what are neighbours for, kan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Me: That's all? Well, apparently &lt;em&gt;someone  &lt;/em&gt;missed a lesson or two about what it means to be a neighbour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule No. 1: &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Never clang on your neighbour's padlock, especially late at night, which is why we install the door in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That's not all. When I stepped outside, the whole neighbourhood is dark. Some little midget apparently thought today was Hari Raya or something. He took a candle and lit a firecracker. Well, before you know it, other midgets starts to join in as well/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-4583113240490128147?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/4583113240490128147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=4583113240490128147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/4583113240490128147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/4583113240490128147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-happened-during-blackout.html' title='What Happened During The Blackout'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-2959846277834439197</id><published>2008-05-15T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T07:03:02.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinister Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today is very different than any other day. I had a lot of sinister thoughts running through my mind today (much more than usual ,anyway). But then again, &lt;em&gt;everyone &lt;/em&gt;must have had at least one sinister thought running through their mind everyday, even if its just for a split second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway, I write this post because of an interesting 'hypothesis' which I thought of while staring absent- mindedly into space one day. Well, I, for one think that everyone, and lets make it clear that there are no exceptions, have two sides to themselves:the good one and the bad one (duh!!). But, it is, however, quite interesting to consider what happens if the two sides mix together. Well, what does happen when the line between the good and the bad inside a person is blurred? How do we make a choice when the choices seem equally rational, good or bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I believe, however, that the human mind is a more complex structure that what it is initially presented as. It is not only a question of choosing the good and getting rid of the bad, but more of how much a certain thing appeals to you, and how you would justify yourselves when you do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The bottomline here is, I am trying to say that sometimes having sinister thoughts is a natural process, in which the good, (or the&lt;em&gt; ego&lt;/em&gt;) and the bad (or the &lt;em&gt;id&lt;/em&gt;) is always in constant conflict with one another. Yet, our choices are actually determined by our ability to compromise between both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All this philosophy is tiring me out. I better go to bed before I ramble more nonsense...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-2959846277834439197?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/2959846277834439197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=2959846277834439197&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/2959846277834439197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/2959846277834439197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/05/sinister-thoughts.html' title='Sinister Thoughts'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-7766133750156289619</id><published>2008-05-15T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T06:32:34.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People Just Don't Get It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today, I have just found out that some people has such a thick skull that its almost impossible for anything,&lt;em&gt; anything,&lt;/em&gt; mind you, to penetrate it. Now, I am referring to none other than the 'esteemed' friend of mind, Mr. Rondo. A few days ago he even took some liberty to define me as a solar eclipse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;      When I asked him about it, he just did his trademark cynical (and sometimes loathsome) smile and said, "I don't know".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Here's the rest of the conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Me: What do you mean, you don't know? You're the one who said it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Rondo: I don't know. Its true- lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Me: How come you don't know. It can't be &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;hard for you to put it in English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Rondo: Its just... complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Me: What the &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$"&gt;!@#$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;!!!! (Stalks away  feeling &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;angry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(Just so you know, we were discussing D.A.P. at that time, and, no, it is&lt;em&gt; NOT &lt;/em&gt;the political party)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-7766133750156289619?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/7766133750156289619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=7766133750156289619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/7766133750156289619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/7766133750156289619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-people-just-dont-get-it.html' title='Some People Just Don&apos;t Get It...'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-7104294081808703715</id><published>2008-05-12T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T06:40:03.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A (Not So) Surprising Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today, we are introduced to our substitute Additional Maths teacher who turns out to be.... our retired Form 3 Mathematics teacher!! Well, actually, we were told earlier that her name is Teacher A, but we never expected her to be the same teacher A that teaches us Mathematics two years ago. Oh, well. Welcome back, teacher.&lt;br /&gt;She began our class today by (re) introducing herself. After that, she reads our names from the class list out loud and we introduce ourselves to her, as part of the traditional ice- breaking (again).&lt;br /&gt;Well, she &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; seem to remember some of us.&lt;br /&gt;She announced that she will only be replacing our current Additional Mathematics teacher, who is currently hospitalized due to an accident for two weeks. Well, I hope that my teacher will recover soon. ( From what I heard, her injuries are rather serious). Get well soon, teacher. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-7104294081808703715?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/7104294081808703715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=7104294081808703715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/7104294081808703715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/7104294081808703715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-so-surprising-reunion.html' title='A (Not So) Surprising Reunion'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-2788140637350605238</id><published>2008-05-12T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T06:38:51.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self- Appointment As An Unnoficial Member of The BATT Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today, I wish to express my condolences to Danny Grober for having had to endure the endless snide cmments made by the Dolphin and the Donkey. However, I also wish to congratulate both of them for successfully launching the second phase of the BATT project. I would also like to announce my self- appointment as an unofficial member of the BATT project.&lt;br /&gt;For Danny ( who have just been &lt;em&gt;very recently&lt;/em&gt; christened as the Piglet) I would advise him to follow the old saying of "If you can't beat them, join them". This is actually supposed to help him get through these &lt;em&gt;'difficult'&lt;/em&gt; times. They will soon forget about this thing (however, I myself highly doubt that they will) .&lt;br /&gt;That's all, I think, on my opinion regarding this matter. See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes. Before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(a recently- installed feature, due to the successful launching of the second phase of BATT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fantasie in F Minor for Piano (Four Hands)- Franz Peter Schubert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of The Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's in a name? That which we call a rose &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By any other name would smell as sweet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juliet, in William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Both the song and the quote is dedicated to BATT. For those who wish to listen to the song, go to Youtube and look under the tags &lt;em&gt;michael, mcelvain, ben bader, schubert, fantasie &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-2788140637350605238?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/2788140637350605238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=2788140637350605238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/2788140637350605238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/2788140637350605238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/05/self-appointment-as-unnoficial-member.html' title='Self- Appointment As An Unnoficial Member of The BATT Project'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-6774151137628000365</id><published>2008-05-09T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T06:38:05.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Centaur and The Swan: 'If only...'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today has been, how shall I put it... sentimental. I am slowly ( and forcefully) reminded of a few things that I wish to leave behind right now, since SPM is only five months away. I leave those things behind and start anew for various reasons. However, I choose not to brood over it too much, as everyone must have a bad day once in a while. If anyone asks about the significance of the title, well, its just something spontaneous which I thought of while I was lost in thought today. On a brighter note, tomorrow is class photography day, ( finally!!).We're gonna have to go to this photography studio called Jacky's Studio, which is next to this restaurant/ bar/ bistro/ whatever the heck called 'Jambu' :) Danny Grober pointed out the place as a 'glass bungalow'. (What the heck!! Gee, thanks Danny, that's very 'helpful' of you).&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I can see that some of my classmates aren't too happy with the decision, but, ya know, what's the problem with a little outing. I know some of you are a bit reluctant to spend the hard- earned RM 10.00 and half- an- hour hour just to catch a single photo,but, just to make you feel better, think of how you'll look at the picture, umm... ten years to come. You probably wouldn't want to look at some cheap, black- and- white photo wouldn't you, now? Well, see ya tomorrow. Gotta go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-6774151137628000365?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/6774151137628000365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=6774151137628000365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/6774151137628000365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/6774151137628000365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/05/centaur-and-swan-if-only.html' title='The Centaur and The Swan: &apos;If only...&apos;'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-1617230789870201506</id><published>2008-05-08T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T06:36:59.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Rubber and Fat: A New Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;During Chemistry tuition the other night, I somehow got myself involved in the conversation between two of my classmates. Here are the details of the 'intellectual' conversation. (For copyright and various other unmentionable reasons, I will refer to them as A and B instead of their real names :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Can anyone tell me the best way to remove fat? (Real answer: Soap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmate A: It's &lt;strong&gt;liposuction, &lt;/strong&gt;teacher (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: For uses of natural rubber, I will leave it to your imagination to decide what it is. ( ehemm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmate A: You know what B, I think I lost my 'rubber'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmate B: No, I think you must have misplaced it somewhere. ( not taking the hint...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmate A: I think I left it in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmate B: Ohhh, I get it. ( Now he got it) :()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I know what I'm not gonna put in &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;SPM paper. Thanks for enlightening me, A and B. I owe you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, about the History test that I mentioned earlier. Turns out to be a false alarm, its &lt;em&gt;next week&lt;/em&gt;, not this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of The Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Statistics are like bikinis; what they reveal is misleading and what they hide is interesting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RonDo Alla Turca from Sonata No. 1.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-1617230789870201506?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/1617230789870201506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=1617230789870201506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/1617230789870201506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/1617230789870201506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/05/natural-rubber-and-fat-new-perspective.html' title='Natural Rubber and Fat: A New Perspective'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324335487996083859.post-1729581772783335751</id><published>2008-05-06T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T06:35:33.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First-Time Jitters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hi everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time writing a blog, so I hope you like it. When I went to my group study this evening, it turns out to be more of a lol time than a study time (So much for all the books). For those even interested to find out about what happened, you can ask RonDo about it. But here's a sneak peek: it involves me, RonDo and A-Sharp (Please don't get mad A- Sharp!). All in all, we had more fun scaring the heck out of Form 4 students (and each other in the process) than discussing short stories (Hey! It was his idea, not mine!). Well, time for me to study, I have a test coming tomorrow, and I haven't even touched a page on History yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324335487996083859-1729581772783335751?l=lifeexpressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/feeds/1729581772783335751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324335487996083859&amp;postID=1729581772783335751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/1729581772783335751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324335487996083859/posts/default/1729581772783335751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeexpressed.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-time-jitters.html' title='First-Time Jitters'/><author><name>The Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06954925688893613813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
