<?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-7721898</id><updated>2012-01-20T02:55:25.485+08:00</updated><category term='Cook'/><category term='bake'/><category term='boredom.'/><category term='sillyness'/><category term='The Chronicles of a Dull Boy and a Bimbo'/><category term='Salmonella'/><category term='IGCSE Q and A Maths and Accounts Books.'/><category term='Food Poisoning'/><category term='Salmonella.'/><category term='random survey.'/><category term='Cookies'/><category term='content'/><category term='bacteria'/><title type='text'>Secrets of a Dream</title><subtitle type='html'>Take a peek. Listen to the whispers. Words come alive. What inspires you?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-726484906406437472</id><published>2008-12-17T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:13:29.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of Something New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have officially moved to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zunsanwong.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://zunsanwong.wordpress.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I suppose I've grown up, and its probably time to move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was looking at my old blog posts, and came across the first ever post I've made, back then when I was 14, and getting ready for my PMR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My, how things have changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, I was a growing kid, still raving about using shortcuts while writing sentences. E.g. OMG, u, ur, btw, thx, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I can proudly say I write/type/text in full sentences, with MINIMAL shortcuts, none if I can help it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, I was some girl, who talked like everyone on the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I can also proudly say, I speak better, fluently, and PROPERLY. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okok, enough boasting about myself. I'm starting to feel like some pompous moron. I hope to catch all of you in my new blog then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheers. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-726484906406437472?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/726484906406437472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=726484906406437472&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/726484906406437472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/726484906406437472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2008/12/start-of-something-new.html' title='Start of Something New'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-1242765444864466403</id><published>2008-12-12T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:22:26.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Iman!</title><content type='html'>Oh and by the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Iman dearest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D! I KNOW you'll have a blast! And a big surprise... ;-) Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for tomorrow, since I won't be here to wish anyone through the web...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to my dearest Kak Nik, and also to my dearest Cik Sri Devi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; May you both have a blast! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-1242765444864466403?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/1242765444864466403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=1242765444864466403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/1242765444864466403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/1242765444864466403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-iman.html' title='Happy Birthday, Iman!'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-199095749452044095</id><published>2008-12-12T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:11:58.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bizzare Logic Season!</title><content type='html'>Well, today's NOT exactly Bizzare Logic Day, its probably on the day I posted up the Chronicles. Can't remember now. You must be wondering what on EARTH is Bizarre Logic Day. The three words said it all! Whatever that is BIZZARE...and LOGICAL...would be a great contribution for the aforementioned occasion! Hahaha! Right now, I can't think of anything bizzare yet logical, though I am sure I can poke my Granpa Daryl to come up with something...again. hee hee. The last time he did, I totally forgot to save it! But since I had changed Bizzare Logic Day to Bizzare Logic Season...I'll be posting things up as I see fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be leaving to Johor tonight. Another choir tour performance there. The last one for us seniors (minus the Konsort). Hopefully we'll all reach there and come back in one piece. *prays* We'll be performing at the RTM in Johor. We've been told that the accoustic is not good there. Ugh. Darn. Means more work for the tummy and the little voicebox in our throats. Hahaha. Hmm...I'm already thinking of Johor Laksa and other Johor specialities. Oh dear. I better go revise my checklist, see if I've forgotten anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update you when I return from Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-199095749452044095?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/199095749452044095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=199095749452044095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/199095749452044095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/199095749452044095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-bizzare-logic-season.html' title='Happy Bizzare Logic Season!'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-5100848618019132340</id><published>2008-12-09T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:44:08.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Poisoning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salmonella.'/><title type='text'>Plagued.</title><content type='html'>I am at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am PLAGUED with slight food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I suspect it might be the lamb chop I had in Sg.Long Club House. Oh man. *groans* :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like throwing up. But I get hungry. And when I eat, I'll feel like throwing up after. Even now, I still feel like that. Darn. I don't like this. Not one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm not getting Salmonella. That'd be scarryyyyy. Especially when you've done research on Salmonella and presented it right in front of class. Ahhh! I don't want to get infected with whatever stomach flu!!! I want my healthy stomach backkk!! WahhhHH! *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom thinks I should visit a doctor. But I have no time! After this, I have a class at 5.45 pm til 7.45pm. Then right after that, I have choir from 8pm til (god knows) maybe 10.30-11pm. Then, its home, and what can I do after midnight? Maybe clean my room a little, and get ready for the next day. What a routine. Now I can't wait for the holidays! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall update all of you when I come back from choir, or something. Or maybe tomorrow. Ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Any more contributors for The Chronicles of a Dull Boy and a Bimbo? Lol. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-5100848618019132340?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/5100848618019132340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=5100848618019132340&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5100848618019132340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5100848618019132340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2008/12/plagued.html' title='Plagued.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-7748594960368420182</id><published>2008-12-04T16:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:29:32.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Chronicles of a Dull Boy and a Bimbo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sillyness'/><title type='text'>The Chronicles of a Dull Boy and a Bimbo.</title><content type='html'>Greetings, my fellow friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start on a silly project, one "inspired" by my 'Granpa Daryl', who has been the source of imagination, light of my life, the ol' and wise who would keep my spirits high throughout the day, through rain or shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this project is (as above): The Chronicles of a Dull Boy and a Bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this project, we shall name the Dull Boy as *Jack and the Bimbo as *Jill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a love story between Jack and Jill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack is a Dull Boy, because he discusses serious issues, despite his young age. Many finds him weird and strange because of his seriousness. He's matured way beyond his years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill, a Bimbo, is...well...a Bimbo. (Granpa Daryl, I'll never forgive you for this!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I need YOU (yes, you there, reading this) to do... is to complete this chronicle for me. You can come up with all sorts of conversations, ideas, stories, qoutes, etc. ANYTHING! Just to spice this Chronicle up. Once I've decided that we are done, I shall post up the creativeness of how this Chronicle is created. This might be the silliest thing you've ever done, and there really isn't a point in this somehow, but the motive is just to perk you bored people up,(yes, you are bored, because if you are not, you won't be reading my blog at this very moment, hah!) and add some laughter in this blog of mine. It's been some time since I feel laughter and exuberance emitting from my blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to start the opening quote for the Chronicle first, thanks to Gramps, he came up with this brilliant excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;: You know, it's really nice to know you. especially since when INTEREST RATES go up, the economy will start to CONTRACT but seeing your smile makes my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jill&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, everybody tells me of their INTEREST in me but i RATE them all the same...borrriiinnngggg. And talking about CONTRACTs, I think I will sign up for that new Digi promo with free sms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;: Er...yeah...I think. Let's go out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Jill&lt;/span&gt;: Aren't we already out now, you moron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;...excerpt of conversation between Jack and Jill the first time they met (from The Chronicles of Jack &amp;amp; Jill).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! (I have a feeling only I alone, am laughing to this)...Oh well, this is one of the latest invention, feel free to drop in your own ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Foul, obscene, raunchy and any other ideas which I deem inappropriate shall be deleted without a second thought. HAH! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting my dear Gramps, "Let the creative juices flow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-7748594960368420182?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/7748594960368420182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=7748594960368420182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7748594960368420182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7748594960368420182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2008/12/chronicles-of-dull-boy-and-bimbo.html' title='The Chronicles of a Dull Boy and a Bimbo.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-4973464457446332379</id><published>2008-10-08T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:36:55.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Me.</title><content type='html'>Friends. A universal thing. Everyone has it. Whether you like it or not, someway or somehow, you're bound to have one. Even the Christmas Grinch has one. I suppose there are many types of friends. You have your hi-bye friends, close buddies, best friends, friends-for-life slumber mates, etc.. Not forgetting you may have one or two complicated ones as well. Usually, the complicated friends are the ones who display the most irony. These are the friends that are hazardous to your health (mentally),  yet you know that somehow, they are a part of you. No matter how ridiculous they get, you know that you'd somehow take their crap. But...when your head starts to clear out...and suddenly you find..there's a limit to everything. No matter how dear anyone is to you, say your parents, sisters, friends...there is always a limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then comes the million dollar question. Should you suck it all in, or...should you just let go? Then you realize...both ways, you lose. In this cruel game, you never win. But..you suddenly see a loophole. That loophole has its thorns as well. Hmm...you would have to know, to measure, how important that friend to you is. If the importance is insignificant to you, all you have to do is just let go. But..what if, that friend means a lot to you? You don't know why she/he is important, you just know that a part of you will change without that person even though it may only be a small change. Letting go...would hurt. So much that even you're not sure of. If you choose to hold on, it may destroy you and probably the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking, just let go. Why the trouble? You're going to lose anyway. Both ways would still hurt. And at this point, my mind drifts back to the start. What have I done wrong from the beginning? The answer hits me like a lightning bolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-4973464457446332379?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/4973464457446332379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=4973464457446332379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/4973464457446332379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/4973464457446332379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2008/10/break-me.html' title='Break Me.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-7482953920931258140</id><published>2008-10-07T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:04:53.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Turning Point</title><content type='html'>Finally! It's like a dream come true (not exactly)...My first ever paycheck! =D! And I earned that all by myself, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;! Well, I don't suppose that it's something I can be truly proud of, it's just something that I sorta earned it with my efforts, more or less. Since I started work, it hasn't been hectic, or difficult YET. But now I'm getting the hang of it, and I'm in it for the long haul...I gotta learn fast. Life's been..slightly interesting, now that I have something to occupy my time with, albeit the routine. Yes, I dislike the whole 'daily routine' thing, it's something that I can get used to very fast, and then I can already see my whole future stretched out before me...lifeless and boring. For now, it's okay, since I'm really not doing anything. Everything is starting to slowly evolve, myself mostly, but..there's still one thing that's not evolving and I don't think it will, at least for the next &lt;s&gt;decade&lt;/s&gt; few years or so. *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dying to meet my friends, (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so 'dying' isn't quite the right word, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;) though I see them almost every week now. Still, I suppose it's the only...er..key? For me to realize that I still have that bit of freedom with me. Other than that, you might want to think that I feel like a little birdie, still trapped in that golden cage and almost oblivious to the wide world out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever feel like you desperately want to grow up quickly? I used to hate the idea of growing up. I've always wanted to stay as I am, and in the comfort of my parents' protection, never needing to worry about anything at all, maybe except school. And THEN, I started growing up! To my dismay at that time. I didn't want to be old, or have to worry about being old, and worry about every other thing that evolves around me! Again, to my dismay (or shall I say good fortune?) I start to see things in a different light, and found that growing up has its advantages. I start appreciating the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' brain that's been with me all these years, and I try to learn to see without judgement. Of course,I have to admit, it wasn't easy at first, especially since I've been brought up in a society that (whether you like it or not)  judge people, and quite sternly at that too. Of course, when there's a will, there's a way and so, I sorta kinda pushed the judgement part of me aside and see things in a neutral way. Of course, the judgement part has its pros and cons, but if I ever have to judge someone, I would certainly prefer to judge one by learning about that person than to judge simply by the cover, won't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, back to the point that I was trying to make, but as usual, I got distracted. One part of me is feeling the need to be free. Free to make choices, free to make mistakes, and free to learn from the mistakes I made. But..when you have parents like mine, (not saying it's a bad thing), they'd wouldn't want you to make mistakes at all, they'd want to protect you from any if possible, and try to make their child's life as perfect as it can be. I suppose it wouldn't be so bad if I was a spoiled brat, I wouldn't quite care at that point. Well, I guess life's unfair. You will never truly get what you most desire. Nothing can be done, except be thankful and content with all that you have now. I believe, when you find contentment, you'll find what you truly desire. Contentment. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enjoy youth while you can", they say. But I wonder...how can you truly enjoy it..when you know that you're still trapped in the protective, comfortable, golden cage?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-7482953920931258140?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/7482953920931258140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=7482953920931258140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7482953920931258140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7482953920931258140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2008/10/turning-point.html' title='The Turning Point'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-5647763968485070895</id><published>2008-08-07T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:56:24.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>33 Things Kids Should Do Before They're 10.</title><content type='html'>Okay, forgive my loooooonggg absence. And also, forgive my impudence for wanting to share this piece of article with all of you. I took it off &lt;a href="http://style.uk.msn.com/family/parenting/gallery.aspx?cp-documentid=9138399&amp;amp;imageindex=1"&gt;MSN&lt;/a&gt; website. I think it should be known to the world, this article! All for the good of the kids. *shines*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;33 Things Kids Should Do Before They're 10:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Roll on your side down a grassy bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(okay,when I was a kid, there wasn't any grassy bank. Though I MAY have done this one. *hopes*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make a mud pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A mud pie? Worry not,for mud pie is not made of MUD. More like CHOCOLATE! Yummy. Unfortunately, I haven't accomplish this.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Make your own modelling dough mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Nope, not yet.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Read under a bedcovers with a torch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ah-hah! This I have done! Definitely! *grins* *shhh!* Don't let my mom know! Tee hee.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Make perfume from flower petals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(OooH! This is interesting, I'd like to try this someday!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Grow cress on a windowsill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hmm, I may have grown cress before but not on a windowsill. More like the balcony.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Make a papier mâché mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I have no idea what this is but after Googling it, this is what I got. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_1300_make-papier-mâché.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to make papier mâché.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Sounds like hard work.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Build a sandcastle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(How I wished. The last time I went to a beach...hmm...I have memories of me tasting the salt water, but that's it.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Climb a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(AHH! Something I have always wanted to do, even NOW! If only there was a tree that I could climb! My mom knew how to climb a tree! No fair! Hmph!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Make a den in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(What garden? lol.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Make a painting using your hands and feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(OooH! Hand painting, I've done. Back in school. Feet? Interesting. ;-) )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Organise your own teddy bears' picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Now why didn't I thought about that? They still clutter around my bed, today.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have your face painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Would be interesting to have it painted.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Play with a friend in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hmm, as long as they don't kick sand into my face, I'm perfectly fine with that. Though, it happened anyway.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Make some bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mom wouldn't let me into the kitchen back then.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Make snow angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(It doesn't snow in Malaysia! I think I tried it when I was in Korea, but oh no, it wasn't snowing that much yet when I was there. Pity.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Create a clay sculpture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hey! Cool! I'd go do one now! :D!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Take part in a scavenger hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Why didn't anyone organise a scavenger hunt when I was a kid???)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Camp out in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Again, WHAT garden??)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Bake a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I can bake a cake, NOW. Not then. Like I said, my mom thinks I'd burn the kitchen down. She still does now.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Feed a farm animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This, I should do!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Pick some strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hmm, going to Cameron Highlands would've been a good idea.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Play Pooh sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(What are Pooh sticks? Someone enlighten me? :) )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Recognise 5 different bird species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The only birds I could identify here in KL are crows,pigeons, what else?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Find some worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Worms? My nephew found some. Lol.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Ride a bike through a muddy puddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I still have some slight phobia riding a bike.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Make and fly a kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I believed I flew one before, but not make one.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Plant a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Where??)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Build a nest out of grass and twigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This would be an interesting activity! If the birds can do it, so can we!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Find 10 different leaves in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Back then, I was more interested in the playground, then the leaves.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Grow vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I lived in a condo, as a kid, where am I to grow vegetables? But it wasn't impossible. Just didn't thought about it.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Make breakfast in bed for your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hee hee hee...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Make a mini assault course in your garden/the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Now this sounds like a lot of work, but once it's done, I'm very sure it's well worth it.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, THAT'S IT! Whatever I have done, or have not done...I'm making my kids do them! This is definitely an experience not to be missed! I mean, come on! Things that I never got to do...I have to say, is truly something I regret. Living in a perfect, protective bubble, to have things spoon-fed to you...isn't something I'd call a perfect childhood. Then again, there is the comfort of being protected, but, one must live life to the fullest! Even kids! Don't you all agree? :) Nothing's perfect, but as long as we're happy, it becomes perfect. Hehehe, I feel I may not make sense, but oh well! You get the drift. &lt;/p&gt;Cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-5647763968485070895?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/5647763968485070895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=5647763968485070895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5647763968485070895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5647763968485070895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2008/08/33-things-kids-should-do-before-theyre.html' title='33 Things Kids Should Do Before They&apos;re 10.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-4538856236973257285</id><published>2008-07-11T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T13:27:51.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants.</title><content type='html'>What's interesting, you ask. Honestly, I have no idea myself. I've been stuck at home. I have Ernest hounding me over the phone, trying to get me to go out. Sorry,my dear,it's not that I don't want to go out, you know very well I can't. Not yet, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, guess what I found while browsing CNN.com yesterday? Read THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/07/06/eco.chocolate/index.html"&gt;http://edition.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/07/06/eco.chocolate/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates are becoming extinct!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AHH&lt;/span&gt;! The love of my life, the core of my existence! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Noooooo&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Forgive me, I'm exaggerating, as usual.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's another psychotic guy who bitten OFF another man's nose at a Burger King drive-through. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I realized? People are looking forward to the future, yes. But the way they are right now? They're worse than&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neanderthal"&gt; Neanderthals&lt;/a&gt;, back in Ice Age. Hmm, &lt;em&gt;Homo homosapiens&lt;/em&gt; are deteriorating. The world is dying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-4538856236973257285?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/4538856236973257285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=4538856236973257285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/4538856236973257285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/4538856236973257285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2008/07/rants.html' title='Rants.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-2746215420494220310</id><published>2008-07-07T13:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:07:11.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever.</title><content type='html'>It's just because I'm listening to 'Forever' by Chris Brown now. The song is addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how people actually have the 'will' to blog about their daily happenings. I used to be quite nonsensical. I blogged about EVERY detail, almost. When I read them now, it bored me to tears. My own story. Throughout the years, I got smarter and stopped. But, suddenly, I don't seem to have anything to blog about anymore. I'm not quite an avid blogger, but I'm not quite willing to stop. I've started this when I was about 14. Now I'm 18, and 4 years is quite a long time. Time passes by so quickly. Maybe the reason why I've decided to keep this blog, is maybe one day, any of my friends may come across it and see the recent updates of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with Peh Lin and gang on Saturday. It was her farewell, she's leaving to Australia for studies. So we were talking and we came across the famous 'topic'. We were just saying how difficult it is for us to keep in touch. It's not that we don't want to, somehow it's different. If we were all to meet up, the night will never end with so many conversations to catch up on. However, if we were to just meet and talk over MSN, the conversation will not last. Here's how it'll go, typically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: Hey! How are you? I haven't seen you for so long etc. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;B: Hey, i'm fine, thanks. What about you? Etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: Oh i'm fine too, how's life, what are you doing now? etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;B: I'm doing bla bla bla...etc. You?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: Wow that sounds great, I'm currently on some bla bla bla...etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;B: That's nice...etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*The conversation will then trail off, or worse, stops abruptly right there*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're creative enough and have all the time in the world, you'll probably come up with something good to talk about. Most of the time, everyone will be busy catching up with other people (you're not the only friend we have, you know) or busy finishing up assignments etc. Stuff like that. I'm sure you know what I mean. So yeah, don't you agree, it's so much easier to meet up and hang out, than to converse over MSN? The bonds between us are there, they never did break, we just need to tighten them every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only natural that there's never enough time to do something. &lt;strong&gt;Time is the LIMITING FACTOR&lt;/strong&gt;. We have all the tools we need, we just need to be smart to how we want to use it. Friendships can travel from country to country, through a hundred thousand miles. One day, it will come to a full circle, and we will meet each other again. The plan now is to be sitting together, all of us, talking about what happened 10 years ago, and what happened throughout the 10 years apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a small tribute to my dear best friend, Sharie, who's now in Maldives. :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SHG1mlmU9MI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Yx_QsA2C560/s1600-h/CIMG0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220153117631640770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SHG1mlmU9MI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Yx_QsA2C560/s320/CIMG0556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SHG1nJcbBOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6HqwXPnuMjU/s1600-h/CIMG0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220153127253771490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SHG1nJcbBOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6HqwXPnuMjU/s320/CIMG0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-2746215420494220310?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/2746215420494220310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=2746215420494220310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/2746215420494220310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/2746215420494220310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2008/07/forever.html' title='Forever.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SHG1mlmU9MI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Yx_QsA2C560/s72-c/CIMG0556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-7194369266372085401</id><published>2008-06-20T12:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:21:37.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end and the beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The end of 'A' Levels.&lt;/strong&gt; Bye bye, A levels. Bye bye, Sayfol. Bye bye, to the crappy student's room. I won't miss you much, but I will miss what I've gained there. Right after my last paper yesterday (It was Chemistry 6), it was raining like mad and we finally hitched a ride with Usman to KLCC. We RAN for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Incredible Hulk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We were probably 5 - 10 minutes late, but it was still GOOD. The movie was good! You guys should watch it! :D! Here are the moments, have a look and tell me what do you think about us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEFORE the paper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SFs5mDnal7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/R4Dxomr9nks/s1600-h/Awh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213824319579920306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SFs5mDnal7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/R4Dxomr9nks/s200/Awh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Fantastic Four. Not so fantastic, but Sweet Shara is. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SFs8AT3GxyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wGnWGjfmsg0/s1600-h/You+were+saying....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213826969640552226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SFs8AT3GxyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wGnWGjfmsg0/s200/You+were+saying....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were saying...? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SFs7l0UCwII/AAAAAAAAAIk/PyYGXZqGJeA/s1600-h/Just+the+four+of+us.+lol..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213826514495389826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SFs7l0UCwII/AAAAAAAAAIk/PyYGXZqGJeA/s200/Just+the+four+of+us.+lol..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feet. Or rather, 2 shoes, 2 slippers.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SFs7qXn4RRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NQgarkfMGEs/s1600-h/Ernest+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213826592693306642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SFs7qXn4RRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NQgarkfMGEs/s200/Ernest+and+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ernest must've said something funny because I'm laughing like mad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SFs74BE8PPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/tzCNjLLjufs/s1600-h/Peekaboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213826827159354610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SFs74BE8PPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/tzCNjLLjufs/s200/Peekaboo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nooooooo.... :P!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AFTER the paper:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SFs78ivUzWI/AAAAAAAAAJE/RhE6TqGDMt8/s1600-h/Riz,Me,Tanveer,a+bit+of+Ernest+and+Adrian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213826904914972002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SFs78ivUzWI/AAAAAAAAAJE/RhE6TqGDMt8/s200/Riz,Me,Tanveer,a+bit+of+Ernest+and+Adrian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woo-hoo! Exams are over! Yeah! Now, where shall we go???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SFs7zBhzGsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OYxwLCKYdfw/s1600-h/Wavy+and+not+so+wavy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213826741381044930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SFs7zBhzGsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OYxwLCKYdfw/s200/Wavy+and+not+so+wavy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wavy and not so wavy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SFs81AG1pHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/f83sUEJIZVA/s1600-h/Me!+Riz,+and+Tanveer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213827874870895730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SFs81AG1pHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/f83sUEJIZVA/s200/Me!+Riz,+and+Tanveer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Candid of me, taken by Shara. :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'll miss all of you. And I'm sure there are more pictures but I can't find them now...Lol. Will update soon, there's more to come, before Shara leaves! *cries* There's dinner with Miss Nitya, dinner with Shara, and outings with THE gang. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...what shall I do...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-7194369266372085401?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/7194369266372085401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=7194369266372085401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7194369266372085401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7194369266372085401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-and-beginning.html' title='The end and the beginning.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/SFs5mDnal7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/R4Dxomr9nks/s72-c/Awh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-2353872075135538522</id><published>2008-04-06T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T00:38:26.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A month has passed...</title><content type='html'>and I have not blogged in the entire month. Forgive me, I was busy. Busy studying, busy straightening my life, busy falling sick, busy...oh heck, I was just busy. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be so many to share, in my blog. Then, suddenly...it doesn't seem significant enough to be put up. Such a pity. My last paper is Biology. This coming Monday. Hopefully I'll do ok. Ooo...then I have a long break from school, but not from studies! Of course, I'm going to allow myself some time to relax. All work and no play makes Zunny a dull girl. *he he*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, I fell sick...AGAIN! This is probably the third time since this year! God, and on average, a healthy person only falls sick ONCE a year. It's barely half the year gone, and I'm already sick three times! It's proven. I'm unhealthy. Ahh! *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gonna log off now. Study more, finish exams, then I'll blog more. Hopefully with more interesting articles that will catch your eyes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-2353872075135538522?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/2353872075135538522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=2353872075135538522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/2353872075135538522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/2353872075135538522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2008/04/month-has-passed.html' title='A month has passed...'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-4601600981754913000</id><published>2008-03-11T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:15:40.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lifeless. I don't have anything to post about these days. I'm supposed to be talking about my dearest, old and wise ex-addmath teacher but I still haven't got anything in my head, at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trial exams are coming REAL soon. It's starting on the 31st March. I am SO doomed. *weeps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should study, study, study and ground myself. That however, never really works with me. But I have friends to help me. =) I will definitely need them dearly for the exams. My last battle. How dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, I must be dull-er than I thought! There is absolutely no point in this post at all! Forgive me, if I've wasted your time, but all in all, I'm good so far, and I can't wait to see my old schoolmates again! Will post about that later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-4601600981754913000?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/4601600981754913000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=4601600981754913000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/4601600981754913000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/4601600981754913000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2008/03/lifeless.html' title=''/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-3776850075407106742</id><published>2008-02-14T12:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T11:59:20.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IGCSE Q and A Maths and Accounts Books.'/><title type='text'>Of Valentine's and Influenza.</title><content type='html'>First of all, Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be a lovely day, if I wasn't so sick. I've seen the doctor yesterday and she told me I have the flu. I didn't get any antibiotics so I suspect that I'm infected with Influenza virus. Grrreat! Sniffing, coughing, and slight fever are my ideal company for Valentine's. Where is Love, to cure me from ailment? To heal me from my...um...pain? Suffering? (I'm being such a drama queen). Actually, I'm not really in pain or suffering but really, whoever enjoys being sick???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off, I have a concert to which I have to perform! All the way, until Sunday night. Barisan Budi Malaysia Concert. I'll be almost dead, by then. No, it's not over, even then! I have another concert to perform the following weekend! And practices will be almost every night! *faints* I will THEN, be dead, by the end of that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's cool though. We were on TV last night! Woo-hoo! It's been a while since I popped into your grey box to say hello. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will elaborate on this further, once I get my hands on those promised pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, Love is in the air. As they always say it. As far as I'm concerned, I'm spreading Influenza around, not love. As much as I want to spread love, that's not gonna happen now, unless you want to be as sick as I am. And I just realized that I've used the word 'as' 6 times. Though that's not really the point. In fact, I don't have a point. I just thought I would post something interesting about love since it's Valentine's. It's only once a year. I heard there's a day similar to Valentine's, but it's for the singles. Cool, innit? So, let me ask you. Do you know the history of Valentine's Day? There are many versions. But all of them evolved around Saint Valentine. Oh, the wonders of love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good morning to you, valentine;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Curl your locks as I do mine ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two before and three behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good morning to you, valentine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is what children used to sing on Valentine's Day, hundred of years ago in England. Interesting, innit? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I shall log off now...will post back later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;P.S.: Does anyone know where I can get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;IGCSE Q&amp;amp;A books&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? For Maths and Accounts? Do let me know, please. Really appreciate it. Thanks. &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/7721898-3776850075407106742?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/3776850075407106742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=3776850075407106742&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/3776850075407106742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/3776850075407106742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2008/02/of-valentines-and-influenza.html' title='Of Valentine&apos;s and Influenza.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-8425473611981811037</id><published>2008-02-04T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:50:54.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random survey.'/><title type='text'>My cookies and randomness.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so, I baked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I BAKED. Woo-hoo! Cookies! Chocolate chip cookies! And it didn't turn out half as bad. It was NOT BAD for first try. I was swelling with PRIDE! *shines*! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/R6chSAy81kI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BdoYxNJLK7Q/s1600-h/P2020354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163132091138627138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/R6chSAy81kI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BdoYxNJLK7Q/s200/P2020354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/R6chkwy81lI/AAAAAAAAAH0/at2gXHHLV0c/s1600-h/P2020357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163132413261174354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/R6chkwy81lI/AAAAAAAAAH0/at2gXHHLV0c/s200/P2020357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/R6ch-Qy81mI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2aDfKnMwp9o/s1600-h/P2020359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163132851347838562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/R6ch-Qy81mI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2aDfKnMwp9o/s200/P2020359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely cookies. Mom and dad think they're not bad. Not bad at all. Zen loves the crunchier cookies, a.k.a. the darker brown ones. The lighter colour cookies are a tad too soft. But still tastes good! Ah, bliss! Though, I took almost forever to finish the entire 'baking session'. It really was long. The whole afternoon, I took. A baker would chastise me! Oh well, I'm in the process of learning so, it's really okay, isn't it? :P!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Facts about ME!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Aileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What colour pants are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Black and red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you prefer light or dark haired guys?&lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you currently frustrated with a boy?&lt;br /&gt;One, yes. But he's a moron, so, god bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;I think I have 1. But I have loads of close friends. =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Err, I think it was Shara. Or my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for various reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever thought of having plastic surgery?&lt;br /&gt;Never! Amazingly! I thought it was pretty gruesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you like your life?&lt;br /&gt;Love it! Of course, I have my ups and downs. Still, life's been good so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you shop at Hollister?&lt;br /&gt;Where??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Has one of your friends ever stolen a boyfriend from you?&lt;br /&gt;Hah! No. Funny you should ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever jumped in the pool with your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;Lots of times! It's fun, isn't it, Iman? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Do you have more friends that are girls or boys?&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How long have you had MySpace?&lt;br /&gt;Never do, and never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever slapped a boy in the face?&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm almost non-violent. XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What are your biggest fears?&lt;br /&gt;Dying before I get to achieve my dreams. *wonders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Has anyone close to you ever passed away?&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can remember, not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;But Yi Wen, I'll always remember you, even if we weren't close...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever not been able to get someone off of your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you believe in the saying, “Once a cheater, always a cheater"?&lt;br /&gt;Depends. Maybe, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever had a good feeling about something?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course. =) I'm a happy person, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you ever wish you were famous?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...not really. Fame can only bring you up till there, wherever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Are you currently missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Please tag 5 people:&lt;br /&gt;Zun Zen, Lien Yiny, Serene, Jeff Wong, Ros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ground rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. link to person that tagged you and post rules&lt;br /&gt;2. list 8 random facts about yourself then tag 8 people, and add a black and white photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 random facts:&lt;br /&gt;1) I love chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;2) It's illegal for me to sit on guys laps. Duhh.&lt;br /&gt;3) I talk a lot.&lt;br /&gt;4) I think a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;5) I'm actually sensitive and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;6) I cry. Alone.&lt;br /&gt;7) I miss school. As in, high school.&lt;br /&gt;8) I need to buy more books to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags : Everyone else who bothers, because..I figure no one visits my blog anymore, so if you do, you are welcomed to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have a black and white photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-8425473611981811037?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/8425473611981811037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=8425473611981811037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/8425473611981811037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/8425473611981811037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-cookies-and-randomness.html' title='My cookies and randomness.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/R6chSAy81kI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BdoYxNJLK7Q/s72-c/P2020354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-157754993443221664</id><published>2008-02-01T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T01:06:15.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There is a small breeze. The air smelled sweet. I looked at the sky, smiled, and started to run. I picked up my pace and the air whipped around my face. It was...cooling, it was...good. I haven't run like this for so long, my legs felt...almost unfamiliar to me. Suddenly, I desperately miss the beach. I have the sudden urge to...run along the beach. To taste the salty atmosphere. To hear the waves crashing on the shore. To reach out...and grasp the horizon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much these days. Holidays are coming to an end. Unfortunately and fortunately. Unfortunately because, I WILL miss them, in a way. Somehow, sometime. Fortunately because, I am in need of activities to fill my almost dismal days. Not so dismal but...when you have nothing to do...and boredom starts to creep in...you get what I mean. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in 3-4 days time, I finished both &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; by Stephanie Meyers. I thought it was pretty amazing. Now I can't wait to get my hands on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;. Incredible, the way I can just not have any interest in those two books, (even when I bought New Moon for my sister for Christmas) for so long...and the way I fall real hard the moment I start flipping the page. Suddenly, I have so many books that I want to read and so little time! =P!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall continue reading &lt;em&gt;'The Odyssey'&lt;/em&gt; now. So if you don't mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*strolls away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-157754993443221664?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/157754993443221664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=157754993443221664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/157754993443221664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/157754993443221664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2008/02/there-is-small-breeze.html' title=''/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-4955001046675216732</id><published>2008-01-25T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:15:14.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm baaaack!!!</title><content type='html'>WHEE!!! January exams are over! It's the holidays now! Yay! For the entire month, I've been studying my ass off for Jan exams. And guess what, I only have 8 days of exams but the timetable was magnificent. It streched all the way to 3 weeks! I'm glad it's all over now. However, I should start worrying about my results...when March comes. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as February dawns, I'm going to start working my ass off again...and not to forget, HAVE LOADS OF FUN! Because, you see, I'm very sure this is going to be a good year. For me, at least. Well, even if it's not, I'm going to make it GOOD. The best part? We're gonna plan for lots of activities in school. With the help of Miss Nitya, of course. Oh, and yeah, like I was saying, I'm gonna have to work hard for May/June exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering, what kind of exams I'm doing. Finishing one, starting another. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I need to find something interesting to do. If you will excuse me, I'll blog later, when I'm feeling like it again. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-4955001046675216732?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/4955001046675216732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=4955001046675216732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/4955001046675216732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/4955001046675216732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-baaaack.html' title='i&apos;m baaaack!!!'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-1883793741678388402</id><published>2007-12-24T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T23:45:51.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HO HO HO! MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;*shines*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that's pretty much about it. I'm just too plain lazy to talk about anything else. Red wine is good. *hic*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha ha! Happy holidays everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-1883793741678388402?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/1883793741678388402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=1883793741678388402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/1883793741678388402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/1883793741678388402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry christmas!'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-5109216566677623325</id><published>2007-12-16T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:48:10.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever wonder why on earth is it that some people are able to live till a ripe age of 80 and more...and why some people can't even live past 65 years of age? It's a mind-boggling thought, I tell you. You see, those rich people can actually die early. I mean, they are supposed to have the best doctors around them, they get the best treatments and all that. They have MONEY! That should suffice. While the less fortunate people...well...they don't have that amount of money so...I guess, they just can't help it. But I'm thinking that those rich people who die early...it must be the food that kills them. Or if they are KINGS, it must be the stress. Funny, don't you think...? Why, why, oh why do I have such weird thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-5109216566677623325?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/5109216566677623325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=5109216566677623325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5109216566677623325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5109216566677623325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/12/have-you-ever-wonder-why-on-earth-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-2707626985494111488</id><published>2007-11-29T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:13:12.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mauja Hi Mauja</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow will be an interesting day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we're gonna make sure it'll be an interesting day because we spent the entire day today, making out moves for the dance tomorrow...and believe it or not, we finished the entire song! A 4 minutes 30 seconds song! Aren't we fabulous??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*bows*&lt;br /&gt;We are absolutely excellent. For the very first time (in my history of performing), no one complained or said anything negative or decline to do any of the steps! That's the way it should be! Everyone was having fun! &lt;strong&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is the story. The school is organizing a trip to Institut Jantung Negara (IJN), National Heart Center, to pay a visit to the patients there to spread the cheer of Deeparaya and Christmas. So, it's a form of community service. :) And so, they've requested us A levels students to come up with an Indian dance. And I've got pulled in. Thanks to Miss Nitya and the girls. Today, we finished the entire dance in about...say...3-4 hours. (man, we're really good!) This, we would have to give credit to ...D! (I shall call him that for he may not want to be named) Without his help, we'd surely be lost, and wouldn't be so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Therefore, he is THE BEST! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Shines* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And oh, the newspapers and tv press will be there! So COol! I'm gonna make sure we'll make front cover! *dreams* Haha..I'm just kidding, we're too small to be made front cover. Well...as Miss Nitya and us planned, we are gonna rock the pages of the newspapers! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall talk more about it tomorrow, when all is well and done. ;)! Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S.: The name of the song is &lt;em&gt;Mauja Hi Mauja&lt;/em&gt;. It's a Punjab song. Shara thinks it's a stupid song. But once you get the beat...it's cool. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-2707626985494111488?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/2707626985494111488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=2707626985494111488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/2707626985494111488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/2707626985494111488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/11/mauja-hi-mauja.html' title='Mauja Hi Mauja'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-6772235570763678404</id><published>2007-11-22T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T00:06:40.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over.</title><content type='html'>It's over. It's finally over. This week is coming to an end and I am eternally grateful. Even though there is an entire month before the waves come crashing down, for the moment, I am just plain grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a rough week for me. Really rough. I can't remember any other times I've been this exhausted. Maybe because I don't keep them remembered. I just try to forget those tiring times and they just go away. But, maybe I'll remember this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you must be confused now. It's my exam week. My trials exam. For some reason, I find myself pushing my soul harder for this exam. I don't know why, but...it's scary. I'm working like a slave, forcing everything into my brain, hoping I don't forget, trying so hard to understand everything so it'll be easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was almost hell. You know the symptoms &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(of course, unless you're the type of student who studies 3 months before and STILL remember everything you've studied 3 months later);&lt;/span&gt; pulling an all-night-er(s), cramming, late dinners, but unfortunately loss of appetite, oxygen-deprived, brain turning mushy, headaches (lots of them, even DURING the exams!), not thinking straight, etc., that sorta things. All of the above (and then some) happened to me simultaneously. Throughout the week. How bad can it get? ...I soon found out...it can get really, really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I'm just glad they're all over, for now. I may not get good grades, I don't know, I hope I do, but you'll never know. I think it's the fact that I'm somehow pressured to do well, extra pressurized this time...maybe it's the little voice in my head, nagging me to do better than usual. Pushing, forcing, making me! I don't know if I did it, or if it was just a complete waste of energy being forced that way. Someway or another, I hope it'll be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Prays* *Breathes* *Prays some more*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-6772235570763678404?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/6772235570763678404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=6772235570763678404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/6772235570763678404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/6772235570763678404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-5293190786792201086</id><published>2007-10-27T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T00:54:33.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys/Guys/Men: What are the songs that make you cry?</title><content type='html'>For every girl, I'm sure there must be a song that makes you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the guys? Are there any songs in this world that makes you cry? Girls, do you know any guys who have songs that make them cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really interested to find out those particular songs. Wanna see if it makes me cry. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know one song that makes me cry. ALL THE TIME. Can't help myself. The moment I listen to it, even if I am in a crowded room, my eyes will start burning and I'll go...'Oh, darn'. Yup yup, that song is VERY powerful. Curious to find out? :P! Wait for my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you have a song that does make you cry...do share with me. I won't laugh at you. Regardless whether you're a guy or girl. Honestly. I'm merely curious. He he.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-5293190786792201086?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/5293190786792201086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=5293190786792201086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5293190786792201086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5293190786792201086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/10/boysguysmen-what-are-songs-that-make.html' title='Boys/Guys/Men: What are the songs that make you cry?'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-2436260361879926613</id><published>2007-10-21T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T01:17:29.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='content'/><title type='text'>Well and good.</title><content type='html'>I am content. I am very, very content. Of what, you may ask? My life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am content with my life, my love, my friends, my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else I would wish for. Of course, maybe some other little minor stuff but...apart from that, I have the best of everything. To you, it may not be the best. To me, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is perfect. Obviously, there are ups and downs in my life as well. But...everything happens for a reason right? I am very sure it does. Just like Newton's third law. For every action, there's a reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, all is good. All is well and good. Therefore, I am content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-2436260361879926613?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/2436260361879926613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=2436260361879926613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/2436260361879926613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/2436260361879926613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-and-good.html' title='Well and good.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-4268375196232887741</id><published>2007-10-16T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T00:27:39.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cook'/><title type='text'>I need to...</title><content type='html'>I am currently obsessed with the kitchen. It was funny at first, when I suddenly has this urge to get busy in the kitchen. But now...I don't think it's funny anymore. I want to cook, bake, make something! ARGH! And the thing is? I can't bake. I can cook..something, at least. Not bake. Besides, the oven? It's not even working. *sighs dramatically* What a pity, for such talent to go to waste. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to indulge myself in my own interests. I need to do something extravagant. I need to change my daily routing. I need to SHINE! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sad at times. Aah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-4268375196232887741?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/4268375196232887741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=4268375196232887741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/4268375196232887741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/4268375196232887741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-need-to.html' title='I need to...'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-6823371174127327779</id><published>2007-10-07T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:40:50.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I. Am. Paranoid! Oh dear, I really really am! (Ernest, it's all your fault!!!) Thanks to Biology, and to the book I am currently reading: The New Killer Diseases by Elinor Levy and Mark Fischetti. I tell you, it is really worth reading. Unless you refuse to become as paranoid as me, I suggest you stay FAR FAR FAR away from Biology (especially microbiology) and this book and ALL the books in the world that talk about diseases. Of course, not everybody turns paranoid like me. Still. Do you want an insight of the book? Well, I can't give you the synopsis, exactly, but I can tell you what is it talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://library.thinkquest.org/C003763/images/origin/tb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://library.thinkquest.org/C003763/images/origin/tb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://library.thinkquest.org/C003763/images/origin/tb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sample of Mycobacterium Tuberculosis in a petri dish. You know, TB. I do not know how to summarize TB to all of you because, it is extremely long. What I can tell you is, that it spreads exceedingly fast. And just by inhaling, you can easily get infected with the bacteria. And of course, if left untreated you can DIE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cell-research.com/20033/sars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.cell-research.com/20033/sars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the virus that causes SARS. I'm sure all of you know what SARS is right??? The one that kills swiftly and rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, you're gone...Yes, that one. SARS is a novel corona virus. Sounds good, looks good, but it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.collegepublisher.com/media/paper932/stills/3c0fe13b85d37-54-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.collegepublisher.com/media/paper932/stills/3c0fe13b85d37-54-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://media.collegepublisher.com/media/paper932/stills/3c0fe13b85d37-54-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is a flesh-eating bacteria. Also known as group A streptococcus (GAS), it is usually found in our throats and skin. This is, apparently, the very same bacteria that causes throat infection. So, one wrong step and the bacteria turns deadly. Toxic Shock Syndrome. IT ACTUALLY EATS YOUR FLESH. That's after it's done with your internal organs. Even your heart and kidney turns into a jelly-like thingy that no longer function. Want to know what happens to patients who suffer from this flesh-eating bacteria? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.tribe.net/tribe/upload/photo/1e0/b45/1e0b45cb-bb72-4545-84be-9f4b63f3f931"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.tribe.net/tribe/upload/photo/1e0/b45/1e0b45cb-bb72-4545-84be-9f4b63f3f931"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.tribe.net/tribe/upload/photo/1e0/b45/1e0b45cb-bb72-4545-84be-9f4b63f3f931" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It scares the brains out of me. To know that the very same bacteria that we are easily infected with everyday can do such harm to us. This flesh-eating bacteria killed Jim Henson! The creator of The Muppets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*AHH!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear all, I do not intend to scare all of you with this post. This is just to let all of you know what happens when a Biology student turns paranoid. And also create some sort of awareness. Most of you may hear of such diseases but never really bother to check them out. Like what I used to be. Uncaring of these new but old stuff. Bacteria and viruses are deadly. Dangerous. They mutate and develop faster and more advanced than we humans do. All these diseases are no joke. They KILL. You will DIE a HORRIBLE DEATH. Not a swift and painless death. It's fast, very fast, but agonizing and terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...okay, I'm starting to scare all of you, am I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I should stop. But I'm not done. Wait till I finish that book...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-6823371174127327779?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/6823371174127327779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=6823371174127327779&amp;isPopup=true' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/6823371174127327779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/6823371174127327779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/10/paranoia_07.html' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-8719424617292414212</id><published>2007-09-30T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:31:33.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bacteria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salmonella'/><title type='text'>Salmonella and me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.salmonellablog.com/siod_salmonella_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.salmonellablog.com/siod_salmonella_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't you think this is such a wonderful picture of a bacteria? This is a Salmonella. It causes typhoid fever and many other crazy symptoms. I would start telling you everything about it but I'm just afraid you'll die of boredom halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was so lucky to catch Iman online this evening (morning for her) and I found out that she's coming back next month for 2 weeks! Whee! And I really should start going over to her place to help make some cookies. Or cakes. KAK NIK!!! Teach me!!! *shines*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is hectic these days. I barely have time to breathe! Honestly, ever since Iman left, I was loaded with piles of work to do! But it's good. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to get back to work. Or rather, sleep. Will update again soon. Cheerio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-8719424617292414212?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/8719424617292414212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=8719424617292414212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/8719424617292414212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/8719424617292414212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/09/dont-you-think-this-is-such-wonderful.html' title='Salmonella and me.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-398748269093210227</id><published>2007-09-16T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T23:49:33.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunku The Musical</title><content type='html'>It was indeed an excellent production. A insight of Malaysia's history with a little bit of something to spice things up. To sum it up in their words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Merdeka, Merdeka, Merdeka, seven times the Tunku called. Seven times came the deep, excited response. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The last roaring cheer died away. A roll of drums, a hard metallic command, and as the strains of the national anthem flooded the stadium the flag of independent Malaya was slowly raised. Exactly as the flag reached the masthead came a crash of the first shot of the 101-gun salute...and so marks the beginning of our 50-year journey."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Created and directed by Joe Hasham and written by the duo who brought you the award-winning Broken Bridges, Lim Chuang Yik and Teng Ky-Gan, TUNKU The Musical has all the colour, drama, excitement, anticipation, heartache, sorrow and uncertainty of that fateful Saturday morning 31st August, 1957. Aptly timed in conjunction with Malaysia's 50th birthday celebration, this is certainly one production not-to-be-missed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am certainly lucky to get my hands on free tickets for this musical. I have to admit I was close to tears throughout the musical. Unfortunately, there was no leading man that night. Tony Eusoff was admitted to the hospital on that Thursday morning (13/9) for acute appendictis. Nevertheless, it was still good! =D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-398748269093210227?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/398748269093210227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=398748269093210227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/398748269093210227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/398748269093210227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/09/tunku-musical.html' title='Tunku The Musical'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-3802361259100115261</id><published>2007-09-01T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T21:50:53.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day, Malaysia!</title><content type='html'>Yes, the title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st August is Malaysia's Independence Day. So, as tradition, there's always a Merdeka Eve celebration. And as usual, the choir performed for the historical day. Currently, I don't have any pictures so they will have to wait. What I can tell you about that night is that, it's packed with people (as always), in a festive mood, and they did have lovely fireworks. The air was nostalgic as everyone remember the event that took place on the very same day 50 years back. It was quite a patriotic night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, it was a beautiful scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-3802361259100115261?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/3802361259100115261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=3802361259100115261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/3802361259100115261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/3802361259100115261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-independence-day-malaysia.html' title='Happy Independence Day, Malaysia!'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-7250230372683146023</id><published>2007-08-18T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:28:13.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you, dearest Iman.</title><content type='html'>I know nothing I say or do will help me. But this is a song which I know you'll understand the meaning I'm trying to convey through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The smell of your skin lingers on me now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're probably on your flight back to your home town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; need some shelter of my own protection baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be with myself and center, clarity,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you know, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's personal, Myself and I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its time to be a big girl now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The path that I'm walking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must go alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must take the baby steps until I'm full grown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I foreseek the dark ahead if I stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hope you know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's personal, Myself and I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its time to be a big girl now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the little school mate in the school yard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll play jacks and uno cards&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be your best friend and you'll be mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valentine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes you can hold my hand if u want to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I want to hold yours too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But its time for me to go home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its getting late, dark outside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to be with myself and center, clarity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace,Serenity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you know,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's personal, Myself and I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its time to be a big girl now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and big girls don't cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically...Big girls DO cry. And I'm one of them. With a 'broken tap'. Know what I mean? Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-7250230372683146023?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/7250230372683146023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=7250230372683146023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7250230372683146023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7250230372683146023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-for-you.html' title='This is for you, dearest Iman.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-8043257936600260971</id><published>2007-08-14T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T12:26:28.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the moon</title><content type='html'>I must be crazy. My results are officially coming out on the 16th of August, and here am I. Sitting here as if nothing is going to happen. What is wrong with me??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happen to my adrenalin rush? The one that keeps your blood pumping, due to nervousness and fear and the million other emotions that you feel at the same time. I'm not feeling scared, in the least. I'm supposed to!!! Well, not scared. But, you know...the excitement, the fear, the suspense...or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. A levels &lt;s&gt;in my school&lt;/s&gt; is doing me no good. I shall prohibit anyone else from taking A levels &lt;s&gt;in my school&lt;/s&gt;. It's for your own good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-8043257936600260971?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/8043257936600260971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=8043257936600260971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/8043257936600260971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/8043257936600260971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/08/over-moon.html' title='Over the moon'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-6417575064506620902</id><published>2007-08-02T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T15:08:26.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The waterfall trip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like I promised a few days ago, I'll write about the trip today. When I reached school this morning, the guys were already playing football, in the corridor of the classes. I was just holding on to the wall, in case the building collapses. While we were waiting for our principal to arrive, all of us, including the teachers were playing football at the basketball court. It was good, all of us, playing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was time for us to take off. So, off we go! On our journey to the waterfall. I tell you, it's a beautiful place! (This is what you get for staying in a city for way too long!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RrH2HzoFq-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/AKeHQPt15ao/s1600-h/P8020732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094123267510610914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RrH2HzoFq-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/AKeHQPt15ao/s320/P8020732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful, isn't it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After climbing...let's say...about 300 steps or more...we finally reached our destination. This time, it's a smaller waterfall...like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RrH3sToFq_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/wvkIORjwjYk/s1600-h/P8020701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094124994087463922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RrH3sToFq_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/wvkIORjwjYk/s320/P8020701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All the girls waded into the river towards the waterfall. I was the only girl in sport shoes and therefore, did not plan to get wet. Besides, it is a hell lot of trouble to get wet and then STAY wet the entire time. So, there I was, standing on dry ground going *click! click!* It was fun, either way. Take a look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RrH5WjoFrAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/89FYWEOLKOs/s1600-h/P8020692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094126819448564738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RrH5WjoFrAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/89FYWEOLKOs/s320/P8020692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the girls and Miss Nitya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RrH6DjoFrBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/4WdyjjYRih4/s1600-h/P8020694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094127592542678034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RrH6DjoFrBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/4WdyjjYRih4/s320/P8020694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aren't they just having fun? =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RrH6qDoFrCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1X05L1kZglA/s1600-h/P8020703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094128253967641634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RrH6qDoFrCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1X05L1kZglA/s320/P8020703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;here comes the boys.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After a while, Miss Nitya decided to ventured further into the woods, to see how far the waterfall is. Apparently, as I am already a clumsy person, going uphill was a problem for me. So, you can imagine me...hysterically tried to go uphill with the help of my dear friend behind me, just to support me in case I fall. Going up was crazy. Jumping on rocks to get across waterfall is crazier. I slipped, (more than 10 times probably) and fell once. Amazingly, I was laughing at my clumsiness and everyone else was just staring at me with their hearts out. Throught the entire journey, everyone was watching out for me. Practically, I was the most dangerous member in the group.&lt;em&gt; Inattendu&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;et&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;dangereux. &lt;/em&gt;I was lucky I had guys to watch out for me. The other 2 girls in the group is fragile enough without me weighing them down. Of course, apart from my Biology teacher...She just rocks! Whee! This is US! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RrcyIToFrFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mJTxTJqHeuQ/s1600-h/P8020722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095596621681765458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RrcyIToFrFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mJTxTJqHeuQ/s320/P8020722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The group. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then, the horror came. Going downhill. *gulp* Well, fortunately, it wasn't a very difficult thing for me, seeing how I'm a bit cleverer this time. Lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At the end of the day, all of us were just dead tired. We went back to school to find boxes of Dominoes' Pizzas, ready to be eaten! Whee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-THE END- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Please forgive me, I am simply too lazy to think about the ending for this post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;        Let me just end it this way. *hee hee* Till then. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-6417575064506620902?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/6417575064506620902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=6417575064506620902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/6417575064506620902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/6417575064506620902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/08/waterfall-trip.html' title='The waterfall trip.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RrH2HzoFq-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/AKeHQPt15ao/s72-c/P8020732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-5069708110506221480</id><published>2007-07-31T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T16:10:48.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits and pieces of here and there.</title><content type='html'>Just finished video shooting on Sunday. Got terribly sunburnt it's not funny. I will post some pictures later on, when I see fit. This week is my last week in school. After this, I'll be having a month long holidays. Seriously, it's going to be a long holiday. Then again, when I think of the tests, assignments and studies I have to do during the one month holiday...it's not so long anymore. Yes, we (students in school) have been forewarned that there will be tests after the holidays. God bless. I already have an essay for Biology to write about. A 2000-words long essay. If I'm not mistaken, my essay is on "Type 1 and Type 2 Diabetes, Causes and Effects". Something like that. Physics is still understandable for now. I have not reach the level where my brain just snap and become brain dead. Chemistry is also fine. Maths is taking on a different kind of turn. We finally finish Core 3 Mathematics (really fast!) and won't be starting Mechanics until after the holidays. Small test tomorrow. If you're wondering why am I still here, blogging...let me assure you, I have no idea! On Thursday, my school will be having a little picnic sort of trip to some waterfall somewhere. I guess it'll be cool. And we, Biology students, will be heading to Carlsberg sometime in October. Will produce great pictures then, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-5069708110506221480?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/5069708110506221480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=5069708110506221480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5069708110506221480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5069708110506221480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/07/bits-and-pieces-of-here-and-there.html' title='Bits and pieces of here and there.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-883648100851419462</id><published>2007-07-28T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:51:45.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Do you ever lie about your age?&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe once...or twice. =D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you prefer "sensitive boys"or "tough guys"?&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer a balance of both. I mean, who wants any guy who is TOO sensitive or TOO tough? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you prefer blonde or dark haired guys?&lt;br /&gt;Dark haired, please! But if I were to ever ever end up with a blonde guy...well, can't be helped I suppose...*shrugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you currently single?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...let's see... that's for me to know, and for you to find out. =P!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many things in your past do you regret?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. But I don't plan to regret it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Well...not exactly. I believe I said sometime before that I no longer believe in best friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;A nurse. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;I think it was Shara. Or was it Iman...? Hmm..either way, I hugged the both of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Broken...hmm...maybe. Maybe not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever thought about having plastic surgery?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Never thought about it, and never will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you like your life?&lt;br /&gt;Well...yes. I mean, nothing's wrong with it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you shop at Hollister?&lt;br /&gt;Where?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Has one of your friends ever stolen a girlfriend from you?&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend as in my goody goody friend? I think that happened when I was ancient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Has one of your friends ever stabbed you in the back?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so. There must be someone. I'm human. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have more friends that are girls or boys?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know exactly. Maybe I have more girl friends. Does it matter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How long have you had friendster?&lt;br /&gt;4 years I should think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever cheated on someone?&lt;br /&gt;Um...no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Has anyone ever cheated on you?&lt;br /&gt;Girl or guy? Well, no too I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever slapped a boy in the face?&lt;br /&gt;I wished I had! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is one of your biggest fears?&lt;br /&gt;Heigts. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever skipped class?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Form 4! How playful I was then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Has anyone close to you ever passed away?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I recall of...&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Not really but...maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever not been able to get someone out of your head?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. ;)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you believe in the saying "once a cheater, always a cheater"?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...well..depends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever had a good feeling about something and it turned out that you were right?Sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you ever wish you were famous?&lt;br /&gt;In what sense? Oh yes yes.. hee hee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do u ever wish u were a woman?&lt;br /&gt;In the process of becoming one but...I do enjoy staying young. =D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you think men smell nice in cologne?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on what cologne they're using. Some cologne just stink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.The moment of terror!&lt;br /&gt;Tagging whoever who bothers doing this. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I have to say, I'm terribly bored. You can't blame me!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-883648100851419462?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/883648100851419462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=883648100851419462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/883648100851419462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/883648100851419462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-2715689820422466870</id><published>2007-07-28T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:49:41.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged. Twice.</title><content type='html'>INSTRUCTION :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour the statements &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; that are true to you.&lt;br /&gt;Colour the statements &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; that you WISH are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the fibs alone.Then, stab 5 people to do the same test.&lt;br /&gt;Lets begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I’m 170cm tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what I want at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not happy.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my grades.&lt;br /&gt;He drives.&lt;br /&gt;I’m bored of driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have a white handbag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dancing.&lt;br /&gt;I go clubbing every week.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo of a star.&lt;br /&gt;I got my navel pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that take drugs.&lt;br /&gt;90% of my friends smoke.&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m going to die before my friends that smoke.&lt;br /&gt;The last time was. (Huh?)&lt;br /&gt;I still hang out with my ex, even though our break up was rather nasty.&lt;br /&gt;I’m studying Fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have a business running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;I hate someone.&lt;br /&gt;I have 10 Guess handbags.&lt;br /&gt;I buy CLEO every month.&lt;br /&gt;My parents doesn’t know about my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have an iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have faith in the current “one”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My college mates knows about my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a fashion designer.&lt;br /&gt;I love rock emo bands.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people cancel last minute meet ups.&lt;br /&gt;I’m a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting to like wearing dresses.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe in love.&lt;br /&gt;High school was filled with drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My parents have faith in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I’ve bought shoes this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blogger bitched about me before.&lt;br /&gt;I hate sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I heart Italian food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;I hate nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;The mother bear gives me hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;People would start appreciating me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school was the worst time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I have red hair.&lt;br /&gt;One Utama is my second home.&lt;br /&gt;I miss hanging out with the bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;I’m a guy.&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared of my Biology exam which I’m going to face tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I hate vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We’ll last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I believe in long distance relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to get high and smoke weed in US.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve robbed an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Host a talk show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That Guess watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting to like applying make-up.&lt;br /&gt;I was a tomboy.&lt;br /&gt;At time I think I still am a tomboy.&lt;br /&gt;I love bitching about people behind their backs.&lt;br /&gt;I still have a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have a cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate surprise parties.&lt;br /&gt;I hate planning parties.&lt;br /&gt;I’m hot.&lt;br /&gt;I’m a sinner.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a DS light.&lt;br /&gt;I have a Wii.&lt;br /&gt;I can live without music.&lt;br /&gt;Video games are a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the father bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I love being in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I know how to cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have 100% freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are assholes.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Pn Hamidah. (Who is that?)&lt;br /&gt;I hate Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I’m happy with what I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love horror films.&lt;br /&gt;I slept in my parents’ room for 3 days after watching Freddy-Krugger when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My old friends keep in touch with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t read newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;The news is such a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;I hate animals.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t live without make-up.&lt;br /&gt;I curse like a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy with my 11 year old car. (I wish I have a car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hate people that are smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I love Orange juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t drink for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that everyone in their teens have lost their virginity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I’ve got a new phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I’m going to get a new pair of shoes by the end of this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I love swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t worked out since March.&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I love my friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-2715689820422466870?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/2715689820422466870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=2715689820422466870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/2715689820422466870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/2715689820422466870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-been-tagged-twice.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged. Twice.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-8724457424448278801</id><published>2007-07-15T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T13:06:20.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged.</title><content type='html'>Blogger&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bakpo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Idham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has pledged to donate RM 127.00 to the &lt;a href="http://www.darulizzah.enetmyne.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Darul Izzah Orphanage in Bangi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for every tag completed before 26 August 2007. It’s so simple, all you need to do is to complete any 17 sentences from the 27 listed below (that’s the tag) and drop Idham a comment over at the &lt;a href="http://bakpo.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;tag’s original page here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This tag is for a charity cause!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A person is only as good as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Friendship is always &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To love is to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Money makes me .......&lt;br /&gt;5. I miss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;being a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My way of saying I care is by .............................&lt;br /&gt;7. I try to spread love and happiness by................&lt;br /&gt;8. Pick the flowers when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;they blossom.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. To love someone is to .............&lt;br /&gt;10. Beauty is &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only skin deep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. When I was thirteen, what I remember the most was ..............&lt;br /&gt;12. When I was twenty one, I remember.........................&lt;br /&gt;13. I am most happy when &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;14. Nothing makes me happier than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;seeing happiness itself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If I can change one thing, I will change &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;16. If smiles were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , then I &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would heal everyone in the world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. Wouldn't it be nice if we could &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;erase discriminations?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;18. If you want to .............then you have to ................&lt;br /&gt;19. Money is not everything but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;without money, we have nothing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The most touching moments I have experienced is &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when I see babies come into the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;21. I smile when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When I am happy, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If only I don't have to ..............., then.........................&lt;br /&gt;24. The best thing I did yesterday was...........................&lt;br /&gt;25. If I ever write a book, I will give it this title&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. One thing I must do before I die is &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to love and be loved, for the very last time, alive. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;27. Doing this meme, I feel like ............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm tagging:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone who has a blog. Including those in my friends' list.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;By doing this, you are contributing RM127 to the Darul Izzah Orphanage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;*Makes me think. I'm pretty sure my words are straight from my heart. It's been a long while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-8724457424448278801?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/8724457424448278801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=8724457424448278801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/8724457424448278801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/8724457424448278801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-1531602753007029811</id><published>2007-07-15T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T14:04:45.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What luck.</title><content type='html'>Contrary to Jesse McCartney's song, "Best Day of My Life", yesterday...wasn't my best. You see, I've been going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Putrajaya&lt;/span&gt; since Friday for rehearsals. The concert is happening today, Sunday. Every night, we finished at about midnight. By the time we actually leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Putrajaya&lt;/span&gt;, it was already almost 12.30am. And by the time we reached KL, it was already almost 1am. Frustrating, isn't it? That's beside the point. The thing is, we have to wait for 2 hours before we're supposed to go up stage and perform. Do you feel my 'pain'? The boredom...oh, how it kills! So, as usual, yesterday was pretty much the same. THEN, comes the suffering. I was attacked by sharp jolts of pain in my stomach and no, it's not I-need-to-use-the-toilet pain. It's this annoying pain that I'm sure most of you experienced it before. The one that comes suddenly and ceases...and then returns with full force. Unfortunately, giddiness and nauseating comes in the package as well. I was cursing because, I'm so so far away from home. If it had happened at home, it wouldn't be too bad because I'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were there, you'd be able to see me muttering to myself, cursing under my breath..etc. I think the pain overtook my brain. Because, I was striking a bargain with my stomach ache. You can imagine the ridiculous situation taking place. Well, everything was fine...until I reached KL. My friend dropped me off at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Petronas&lt;/span&gt; station as my parents were waiting for me there. I got into the car, finally thanking my lucky stars because I'm one step closer to home...when suddenly, disaster came crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The.Car.Won't.Start.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; AH!!!!! Apparently, the battery died. We have no other choice but to try to get home with a cab. Again, visualize this scene:&lt;br /&gt;4 people; 3 dressed for home, 1 dressed in a funny looking dress (me). Standing at the side of the road, trying to catch a cab. God was merciful, for we did catch a cab. I finally reached home at about 1.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Home sweet home. Everything was alright after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert tonight will be live on TV. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RTM&lt;/span&gt; 1, I think. But if any of you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;harbour&lt;/span&gt; any hope of seeing me on TV, give it up. We won't be performing until late at night, about 11 pm. The end of the show. What 'bliss'. Good luck to me. I hope I can wake up tomorrow, in time for school. Bless me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-1531602753007029811?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/1531602753007029811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=1531602753007029811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/1531602753007029811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/1531602753007029811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/07/contrary-to-jesse-mccartneys-song-best.html' title='What luck.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-3447883680486274895</id><published>2007-07-12T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:50:09.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry seems to be the hardest word.</title><content type='html'>"I am sorry." One of the hardest phrase in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that it's hard for me to apologize to certain things. Somehow, saying those words was difficult, even when I know I'm wrong. Yes, those around me might disagree, seeing that I say sorry most of the time just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I had an argument with my mom just the other day. Of course, out of anger, I said something that I really did not mean. The moment I let it slipped, I regretted saying it AT ALL! I knew that I hurt my mom real bad the minute I said those words. Unfortunately, I can't take it back. In my head, I was replaying those moments and trying so hard to rectify the situation. Of course, in my head, I was brave and those words come easy to me. When I try to say it out loud...it won't come. The words are at the tip of my tongue and yet...they won't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when I knew, my pride is there after all. It runs in the family, I should think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, I did apologize to my mom. It was difficult, but I made myself do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Sorry seems to be the hardest word."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what this means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-3447883680486274895?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/3447883680486274895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=3447883680486274895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/3447883680486274895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/3447883680486274895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/07/sorry-seems-to-be-hardest-word.html' title='Sorry seems to be the hardest word.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-7111541549574937845</id><published>2007-06-30T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:10:00.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One down, one more to go.</title><content type='html'>Ah, the comforts of home sweet home. I've been practically standing almost the entire night with heels (not more than 2 inches, thank god!), moving, singing... Apparently, you don't feel the weariness creeping upon you during the show. It only comes CRASHING down on you after all *smiles* *shines* *waves*...you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to be completely honest, I'm not sure how we did this time. According to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tunku&lt;/span&gt; Marina (our choir coordinator)...we could have done better. But, not to worry, we still have 2 July 2007 (Monday) to worry about, and I am already "looking forward" towards the last minute rehearsals etc.. Oh dear, just thinking about it tires me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had fun today. Tiring, but yeah..fun. The whole program was pretty good, I guess. No one died of boredom. *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 July 2007, Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;About 8pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Istana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Budaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Hmm...I have free tickets, if I'm lucky I get extra!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smart casual.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be seeing you? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-7111541549574937845?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/7111541549574937845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=7111541549574937845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7111541549574937845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7111541549574937845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/06/ah-comforts-of-home-sweet-home.html' title='One down, one more to go.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-7245596755628949425</id><published>2007-06-30T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T00:28:23.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONCERTS!</title><content type='html'>Blurry, busy nights. Everything's happening so fast, there's no time to react. In about 20 hours from now, I'll be on stage in front of hundreds (I think) of people, performing for the launching of K.L. Festival 2007. Then, about 48 hours later, I'll be on stage, again, performing for another concert. This time, it's for...one of the many programs for this K.L. Festival 2007. Oh well, you're all welcome to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;30 June 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;About 8 pm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Istana Budaya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First come, first serve basis for seats. Come early and you'll get good seats.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smart casual will do. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you. ;)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-7245596755628949425?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/7245596755628949425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=7245596755628949425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7245596755628949425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7245596755628949425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/06/concerts.html' title='CONCERTS!'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-6128874718781018354</id><published>2007-06-14T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:34:21.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ab initio</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ab initio...&lt;/em&gt; From the beginning, it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel so alone?&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by a million people, I still can't find what I need most.&lt;br /&gt;I can be in the company of the best of my friends...&lt;br /&gt;And yet, still feel like I'm so far away.&lt;br /&gt;I may be smiling outside, keeping a calm, composed, jovial façade.&lt;br /&gt;But deep down inside of me, I'm crying...hoping and wishing fervently that someone will come and take me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ab initio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;I've always wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the inner part of me, seeking tranquility.&lt;br /&gt;Seeking solace.&lt;br /&gt;Seeking the happiness that comes with every sorrow and pain.&lt;br /&gt;As they say, 'what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger'.&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to experience that very notion.&lt;br /&gt;One day, I'm sure I will.&lt;br /&gt;Because to me, everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I know this doesn't make much sense, but..do endure my rantings. I just need them out of my head, and soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-6128874718781018354?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/6128874718781018354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=6128874718781018354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/6128874718781018354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/6128874718781018354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/06/ab-initio.html' title='ab initio'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-1172315404829386384</id><published>2007-06-11T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:38:58.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More quizzes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Tomboy Girl!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/tomboy-girl.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of flirting, you tend to pal around with the guys you crush on.&lt;br /&gt;And why not? You can hold your own in sports, video games, and gross out contests.&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure and suprise them with a touch of girlishness every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll be treated like the hottie you are - not like one of the guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Oh well, suits me! =P!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is Somewhat Rare (ESFP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is playful, charming, open minded, and energetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 7% of all people have your personality, including 9% of all women and 5% of all men&lt;br /&gt;You are Extroverted, Sensing, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Cool. I always thought I'm quite an introvert. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Dreams Mean...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoyourdreamsmeanquiz/okay.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams seem to show that you're a bit disturbed... but nothing serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have a problem you're trying to work out in your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are very content in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams tend to reflect your insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a very vivid imagination and a rich creative mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourdreamsmeanquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Dreams Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;I'm disturbed??? Oh...maybe. But just really slightly. He he. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Life Is Worth...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchisyourlifeworthquiz/slave.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1,044,000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchisyourlifeworthquiz/"&gt;How Much Is Your Life Worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;That's little! I want to be worth much more! ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 29% Vain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howvainareyouquiz/vain-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you're slightly vain from time to time, but you're not superficial at all.&lt;br /&gt;You are realistic. You know that looks matter. You just try to make them matter less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howvainareyouquiz/"&gt;How Vain Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Not very vain here, am I? Hmm..something's wrong! Ha ha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-1172315404829386384?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/1172315404829386384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=1172315404829386384&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/1172315404829386384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/1172315404829386384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-quizzes.html' title='More quizzes.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-4649974145451104239</id><published>2007-06-10T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T00:14:05.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Remember Me</title><content type='html'>If you had read 'The Star' newspaper today, you'd have come across an article titled "The Circle of Life" (Starmag, page 23). I was deeply touched by this piece of article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Noel Test. He wrote an essay entitled &lt;em&gt;To Remember Me. &lt;/em&gt;This essay drew international notice and inspire organ donors all over the world today. Let me share this essay with all of you, for those who did not read the papers today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To Remember Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When that happens, do not attempt to instil artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Let it be called the bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives. Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Give my kidneys to the one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Take my bones, every muscle, every fibre and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Explore every corner of my brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Burn what is left of me and scartter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weakness and all my prejudice against my fellow man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Give my sins to the devil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Give my soul to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;I hope this essay will inspire you. I do not know if someday I will be one lucky organ donor. Maybe someday, when I start to reminisce and come across this post...I might make my decision and be one. Whatever will come, will come. Now that I'm still young, I'll just keep on fighting...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-4649974145451104239?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/4649974145451104239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=4649974145451104239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/4649974145451104239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/4649974145451104239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-remember-me.html' title='To Remember Me'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-1375999069391047185</id><published>2007-06-09T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:23:16.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Words are like manifestations of your emotions. So if you feel vindictive, your words will sting. If you feel benevolent, your words will heal. And when you feel cuckoo, your words wont make sense." - Quote from dearest Kak Nik. (How true!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Aura is Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual and calm, you tend to live a quiet but enriching life.&lt;br /&gt;You are very giving of yourself. And it's hard for you to let go of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of your life: showing love to other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous blues include: Angelina Jolie, the Dali Lama, Oprah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers for you to try: Psychic, Peace Corps Volunteer, Counselor&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Aura?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Interesting. Well, can't really deny it. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Dark Chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/dark-chocolate.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live your life with intensity, always going full force.&lt;br /&gt;You push yourself (and others) to the limit... you want more than you can handle.&lt;br /&gt;An extreme person, you challenge and inspire the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Chocolate Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Finally found a quiz concerning chocolates! But...do you think this is true? I happen to LOVE dark chocolates! Mmmm...am I that intense? Only you can tell me, for I happen to be the most floaty person I know...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-1375999069391047185?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/1375999069391047185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=1375999069391047185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/1375999069391047185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/1375999069391047185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/06/quizzes.html' title='The Quizzes'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-9149680651701912975</id><published>2007-06-07T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:46:58.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words.</title><content type='html'>How much courage do you need just to tell someone you love them?&lt;br /&gt;How brave are you to go up to someone and say the words "I'm sorry"?&lt;br /&gt;How strong are you to hear words that will break your heart?&lt;br /&gt;How confident are you, knowing if you had said the right words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words.&lt;br /&gt;Words can say a million things. But what? What are the things most worth saying?&lt;br /&gt;With words, you can hurt someone, you can bring someone to his/her knees, you can send reality spiraling into the core of their souls, you can make someone cry, and you can make someone jump with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are powerful. They can change someone's life. Words can leave a very deep impact on a person, depending on how they are said. Words cannot be taken back, once they are said. Some words may be forgotten, and some words may be remembered, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that words play an important role in life, generally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, words...can be just words. With no meaning to it. *shrugs* Words. What do you say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-9149680651701912975?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/9149680651701912975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=9149680651701912975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/9149680651701912975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/9149680651701912975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/06/words.html' title='Words.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-5122196870025386318</id><published>2007-06-02T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:20:25.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 June 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; looms even closer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For some reasons, I just can't wait for my exams to be over. Instead of feeling fear and dread (as I have always expected), I simply can't wait to sit for the paper. And if you're trying to tell me that I'm totally ready to sit for the paper, you're wrong. I still find it so hard to "just do it". I can't seem to get the right words out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Sighs* Why does it always happen to me? Or rather, why does it always happen when it comes to hard core subjects? I can totally 'express' my answers for Math. Why can't it be the same for Biology or Chemistry? Physics maybe? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe this is the reason why most of my peeps decide to drop these subjects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I can tell them, &lt;strong&gt;I know exactly how they feel!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are not here to make me smile..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-5122196870025386318?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/5122196870025386318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=5122196870025386318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5122196870025386318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5122196870025386318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/06/4-june-2007-looms-even-closer.html' title=''/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-6599459611167397914</id><published>2007-05-31T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:47:13.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strange and funny things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strange and funny things happen all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a few days ago, I got a phone call from Iman dearest, screaming in my ear, telling me that I am on the cover for Dewan Siswa's magazine for June edition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found out that...she wasn't pulling my leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; If I could organize my feelings at that very moment, I would. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I couldn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because the emotions were cross-linking each other and there's no way to find out which one I'm feeling first and most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A part of me was screaming "Why?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another part of me was feeling joy, somewhat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another part of me was just numb with disbelief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Funny, don't you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm studying like a mad man. Please, oh God, please...expand my brain, will you? I need to fit in every single detail by this Sunday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to die on Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah...the horror that lurks around the corner everytime exams come close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-6599459611167397914?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/6599459611167397914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=6599459611167397914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/6599459611167397914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/6599459611167397914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/05/strange-and-funny-things.html' title='strange and funny things'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-5054864729055643663</id><published>2007-05-22T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:33:08.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone were the days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*snip* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*swoosh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*snip snip*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gone were the days when I used to look at my thick hair and wonder what happens if it's suddenly not so thick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gone were the days when I used to look at my long hair and wonder what happens if it's suddenly not so long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now my hair is thin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now my hair is short. Not so short, not so long either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quote from my hair dresser: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You lost 2 inches and 1 kilo! (of hair!) (2 inches literally, 1 kilo figuratively) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's true, 2 inches off and he actually cut away most of my thick hair. SO yes, 1 kilo gone. Lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today (22 May) is like any ordinary day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, I'm looking forward to my next birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not because I enjoy growing old, mind you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's because I never felt truly happy... until today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so jovial and I have this funny urge to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SPREAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my happiness! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow, I have to resume my daily torture: study! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Study until I lose my head, and my hair turns grey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wheeee! How wonderful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chocolates, anyone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-5054864729055643663?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/5054864729055643663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=5054864729055643663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5054864729055643663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5054864729055643663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/05/gone-were-days.html' title='gone were the days...'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-7431643876338193756</id><published>2007-05-22T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:50:40.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5...4...3...2...1...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;YAY!!! It's my birthday!!! Whee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*Fireworks in the background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;*Corks popping out of wine bottles in all direction*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to meeeeeee...happy birthday to me!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha! Yes, I'm having fun, sitting in front of this computer, celebrating on my own, my little birthday in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;However, I want to thank EVERYBODY who wished me, all the same. I appreciate your wishes so much more. Seriously. It makes me happy! =D! I feel so light and merry...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened since well...it's only 9.22am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truth is, at this very minute, &lt;strong&gt;I CAME OUT!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, imagine, this very minute 17 years ago inside the four walls of a cold hospital operating room...OUT CAME ME!&lt;/span&gt; =D! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a pleasant surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just glad that I did not let the past 16 years of my life go wasted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each year was filled up quite well and appropriately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No drugs, no juvenile crimes, no dropping out of school.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, I have to say I'm happy with my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My name is Zun San and I just turned 17. (Say goodbye to good sweet 16) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Throughout my life, I have never really done anything outstanding to the world or have spotlights following me around. In short, I lived a very simple life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Am still living the same ol' style!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have lovely parents and a (not so) lovely sister (I love you all the same!) ; my parents watched my sister and I grow up while I watched myself and my sister grow up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, ever since I was young, I was not exposed much to a place people called 'the library' and at that time, my parents were busy with work etc.. So, I practically grew up with normal reading materials and I didn't really read as much as I do now. I'm just very glad that knowledge is something everyone will gain as long as they live, because right now...I'm trying to catch up with everything I can get my hands on.&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love history&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This unprecedented longing for history is something I cannot figure out. Maybe because when my mom was in school, history was her best subject. Then again, &lt;em&gt;I love Math and Biology and Chemistry&lt;/em&gt;...actually, reading is just fun. Don't look at me, I'm not a top scorer and I don't score exceedingly well for these subjects. I cannot explain why but that's the way it is. Life is a crazy thing. O.o! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love chocolates too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Give me just one and I'll swoon. Okay, that's so dramatic. OF course, I won't swoon, just having one. But I'll get the sugar rush and then become 'high'. He he. You can experiment on me, if you want. All my close friends did and they enjoy doing it again, and again, and again...LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, did I mention that I pretty much like wine too? ;) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red wine&lt;/span&gt; to be precise. Well, so far I've tasted red wine and...it's good! heh heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure everybody know how it feels when it's your birthday and then a friend that you may not be close to might suddenly pop by just to wish you a simple 'happy birthday'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, that's how I feel. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I feel exultantly joyful!&lt;/span&gt; Elated, I say! And it definitely made my day. Well, that's for this morning. I'm not sure how the day unfolds, but if miracle happens, I'll let you all know. *winks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;2 down, 4 more to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was my Math exam. For AS level - A levels June examination. So far so good. I'm really thankful to God that I didn't break down or anything. The paper went on smoothly, or so I hope. My next 2 papers will be Biology and that's gonna be on the 4th of June. My last 2 papers will be Chemistry, on the 6th of June. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pray for me, for I'm going through a very tough battle. Not only that these papers cost me quite a fortune, but heck, I don't want to fail! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I have to do this right. I don't want to repeat, thus wasting my time and my parents' money. I'm very happy that my parents are always here with me to give me support. Somehow, I'll get through this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-7431643876338193756?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/7431643876338193756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=7431643876338193756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7431643876338193756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7431643876338193756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/05/5.html' title=''/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-7733515108892366789</id><published>2007-04-21T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T00:51:08.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dearest,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;while you were gone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a beautiful rainbow stretched across the sky&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the sun set&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;streaks of sun rays&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;strong, clear, powerful lightning. I think it's beautiful...yet dangerous. So strong, it might have strike Earth;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; my uncle's coffin. I wanted to see his body &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(Seriously, I think I'm going crazy)&lt;/span&gt; , but I didn't;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sat&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;silently, just feeling the night. Calm and quiet. Only the sound of crickets in the background. A clear night, no stars. But it reminded me of that one starry night we shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How was your day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dearest,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;while you were gone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;quite a restless day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a headache, maybe due to the lateness of the night before when I finally fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;a number of rounds of card games with my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watched&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Most Haunted" and "A Haunting" in Astro at night, and I was wishing you were there to watch them with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm here typing out this sentence, still wishing you were here with me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder what you are doing now, and I wonder if you are well. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if you are having fun, and I wonder if you had stop to think of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, I wonder...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How was your day today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P/S: A figment of my imagination. =P! ;)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-7733515108892366789?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/7733515108892366789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=7733515108892366789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7733515108892366789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7733515108892366789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/04/friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-5918508350663078719</id><published>2007-04-18T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T01:07:49.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people.</title><content type='html'>Religions, faith, beliefs, rules, whatever you want to call it. I have no problems dealing with it, facing it,&lt;s&gt;having friends&lt;/s&gt; knowing people!, (no offence) who are totally into it [even though the ground they are standing on is quite ridiculous]!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can't understand, is &lt;strong&gt;WHY&lt;/strong&gt; some people, choose to interfere in others' business about what they are doing (that apparently go against their beliefs) and then, state something that really displeases me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;WHO on earth still believes that girls are supposed to be mothers at (generally) my age??! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Now?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If anybody &lt;u&gt;still believes&lt;/u&gt; in this, PLEASE tell me WHY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What do you think we girls are??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Some manufacturing factory that produces children for the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You might as well kill all the successful women in the world for accomplishing so much for the society but neglecting their "duties" as a dull housewife, sitting at home, rotting with nothing to do but to produce offspring, clean house and stay dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, better yet! You simply have to forbid all females to study and gain knowledge in schools. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes, just strip them bare from their intelligence. Make them absurd, ignorant, bird-brained, dense, and imbecile, why don't you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;At this age, all we have to do is prepare ourselves for marriage, wait for one of those rich and bloated men to propose, and become mothers to kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Isn't that what women should be doing??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Helloooo?? Wake up, people-with-such-ridiculous-thoughts-still-freely-running-in-your-minds! &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;This is the 21st century!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There are such organizations that fight for women's rights, for the equality between the two genders and etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Why not ban these societies if such notions are troubling you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To know that there are still such thoughts in people's mind is just infuriating! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Come on! The world is changing. Era after era, we are chasing after and yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;People.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are many kinds of people in the world. This is one of the many kinds that I don't understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'm sorry if I had offended anyone with this post. This is merely a post of angry outburst and my point on view on matters that I come across. I am just trying to justify my part and, as an "avid fan" (like dear ol' Sir Daryl puts it), do feel free to comment. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-5918508350663078719?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/5918508350663078719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=5918508350663078719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5918508350663078719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5918508350663078719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/04/people.html' title='people.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-7816389972142489916</id><published>2007-03-28T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T16:37:35.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ordinary day? i gather not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She's getting out of bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;At half past ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She starts to comb her hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just an ordinary day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She looks at her reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Off the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why do I care at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just an ordinary day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;An ordinary day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's hurting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don't hide out inside yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you only let the sunshine on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I promise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When the lights go out at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you're feeling lost inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When your world is falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will be the one around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can only wish. I'm feeling rather down, and quite alone today. Maybe because, I'm too lost in my own thoughts to be bothered by my surroundings. This song has been playing in my head, and yet...I feel all alone. I'm guessing I'll be very alone tonight, when I sleep. My day had been rather crappy. Initially, it's just very boring. Then, God decided to make me happy. By "awarding" me with a scholarship which I had applied on Sunday and forgotten all about it. Until now. This is a total surprise. I only applied because the lady-in-charge said I should apply for it, seeing that I might have a chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The details of the scholarship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A place in Taylors College in Melbourne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A scholarship for Monash University Foundation Year (MUFY). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Term starts on April 16th 2007. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No bonds, no conditions, no interviews, no entrance exams, it's shove right under my nose like, "Here! Take it! It's ALL YOURS!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a real scholarship. I can reach it if I extend my hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The problems:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) It's happening WAY too fast. I'm being forced (literally) to go to Australia before the month is out. Of course, I have the choice to withdraw, which is quite a waste actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) I'm not ready, physically, mentally and emotionally. If I go, I'll be facing the world (or rather, Australia) alone. With no one by my side. Just a figment of imaginary family in my mind. I swear, I'll break down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) If I don't do well, I won't be able to get into the course I want, and my scholarship ends there. A.k.a. end of life. I'll have to return, and I'll be lost because I won't know what to do next. Pretty much useless of me, innit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) It's still not that cheap, even with scholarship. I have to LIVE there. I'm still a girl. I do need to shop. But those who knows me...you know very well that I have this guilty thingy in me. I spend more...I'd feel even guilty-er. Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5) I'm still young. I have much choices later on and besides, my parents are VERY reluctant to let me off on my own. I'm reluctant to let myself go too! I can barely plant my own feet firmly on the ground, you think I'll be able to in Australia at SUCH a short time? ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dilemma. As far as you and I can see, my parents are quite reluctant to let me go. There's a high possibility that I might withdraw. For some, you might think I'm out of my mind to let go of something so...rare. Well, think again. If you happen to be in my shoes, thinking what I'm thinking, I'm sure you'll see my point of view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And well...it's not like everyday you get scholarships waiting by your doorsteps...Pity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What do you think? Will you accept? Or withdraw? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-7816389972142489916?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/7816389972142489916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=7816389972142489916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7816389972142489916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7816389972142489916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/03/ordinary-day-i-gather-not.html' title='ordinary day? i gather not.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-5569727871355937530</id><published>2007-03-23T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:45:37.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beethoven's experience. he he.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feeling: Awesome!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, everytime I perform, I feel glorious, awesome and all the wonderful emotions one feels when doing something worthwhile. After about 1 month of practices and extra rehearsals towards the concert, everything went well. While all these emotions surging in my insides, I have some happy pictures to share...happily! Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RgPyQ6xDTkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/o_GPrxc_KKw/s1600-h/PICT4671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045142380051910210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RgPyQ6xDTkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/o_GPrxc_KKw/s320/PICT4671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE choir gang. After the last night of performance. We come from different background, each and every one of us. Some of us are studying, some of us are working. But we always get together weekly and try to make memorable nights like this night a successful one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/Rgp5mGWl0aI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XkrxZWdIj_g/s1600-h/PICT4670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046980027869417890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/Rgp5mGWl0aI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XkrxZWdIj_g/s320/PICT4670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The girls. All clad in white and black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/Rgp6K2Wl0bI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/k94-7gXI960/s1600-h/PICT4673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046980659229610418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/Rgp6K2Wl0bI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/k94-7gXI960/s320/PICT4673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Ian. Our teacher for the past few weeks. He's a really nice man. Funny too. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/Rgp7o2Wl0cI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5PbTa2m-Flk/s1600-h/PICT4680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046982274137313730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/Rgp7o2Wl0cI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5PbTa2m-Flk/s320/PICT4680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Heidrun Maria Hahn. A lovely lady from Germany. She's always smiling. Watching her is quite...wonderful. She makes me smile too. And besides, she's the alto soloist for the concert. Great voice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/Rgp-n2Wl0dI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XVsaFzofK7U/s1600-h/CIMG1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046985555492327890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/Rgp-n2Wl0dI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XVsaFzofK7U/s320/CIMG1149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bass soloist, soprano soloist...and a small part of the choir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All great things must come to an end. I'm quite glad with how the concert turned out. Everything went well. I'm quite looking forward to our next project. It's great fun even though we went through lots of obstacles. And of course, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;we reap what we sown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-5569727871355937530?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/5569727871355937530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=5569727871355937530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5569727871355937530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5569727871355937530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/03/beethovens-experience-he-he.html' title='the beethoven&apos;s experience. he he.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RgPyQ6xDTkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/o_GPrxc_KKw/s72-c/PICT4671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-4245768113199593900</id><published>2007-03-05T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:15:15.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this very long post...</title><content type='html'>SO! How was your Chinese New Year? For me, I had loads of fun. Long story short, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm simply glad that Chinese New Year comes once a year.&lt;/span&gt; This year, it was indeed my busiest year EVER! Really...up, down, left, right...God, it was tiring! Never in my life had I ever felt so much energy being used up on Chinese New Year(s). Of course, more energy used does not mean more ang paus coming in. Ha ha! However, at the end of the day...all those tiring moments were worth it. I had fun. I definitely had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Previous years, I had planned all sorts of ways and schemes just to avoid the celebration and those big crowds. This year, I kinda went with the flow and joined the crowd. And I enjoyed myself. Makes me feel like looking forward to every Chinese New Year now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't know where my dad uploaded the pictures but I will post it when I get them. After all, a picture is worth a thousand words. Or so they say. I'll elaborate the story from there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Let's fast forward to the present. I have an upcoming concert on the 16th and 17th of March 2007. It's Beethoven's Classic Concert. Here are the details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litefm.com.my/05/showtime/music/default.asp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;http://www.litefm.com.my/05/showtime/music/default.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click there, and read the first table you see. =D!&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not promoting the concert. Actually, I am. Oh whatever. Just in case some of you are interested. Apparently, someone tried to kill me when I didn't inform the person of whatever concert(s) I performed in. (Just joking) Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this question that I kept in my heart for so long...that somehow, I brought it up randomly during a conversation with my darling good friend today. It's a pretty common question, yet rare as well. The question is, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Apparently, I knew the answer before she could say anything. There IS no exact answer. It's different for each individual. For some, love can come crashing down on them. For some, love discreetly creeps up on them, slowly. For some, love blossoms through friendships or some sort. For others, it simply happens!!! I'm not quite sure I believe in love at first sight. I haven't actually experience it yet, but...for now, I don't think it's exactly true. My opinion today may change tomorrow when (who knows?) I suddenly find myself in a 'love at first sight' situation. As for now, I'll stick to my belief that it's quite unlikely to happen. Love at first sight. You 'fall in love' so quickly, you don't even know the person's name. If you're lucky, you might have found your one true love. If not...the object of your attention doesn't return your affection and leave you broken and tattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What about the term 'love is blind'? Is love really blind? Does love make us see things in such a way that it is actually flaws in others' eyes? My opinion (for now, again)...I don't think love is blind. Not to that extent. If love is indeed blind, we will never see the imperfect part of the person we love. The ironic part of this love business? When you love someone, you accept the person for who he/she is. You don't try to change him/her because he/she is imperfect the way he/she is. And that is also the same reason why you love him/her. So, how do you explain the term? How do you view it? How will you accept it? Goodness, I'm getting dizzy with all the "he/she, him/her". Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;This post is not at an end because my mind still unravels about the simplicity, yet complex state this topic is. Besides, it's late and I really do want to sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-4245768113199593900?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/4245768113199593900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=4245768113199593900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/4245768113199593900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/4245768113199593900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-very-long-post.html' title='this very long post...'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-5407649303084277202</id><published>2007-02-17T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:10:09.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year~!</title><content type='html'>Just here to wish everybody a good, jolly &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;! May you get lots of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ang pows&lt;/span&gt; and lots of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;! Have fun with friends and family members. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Eat more, worry later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Enjoy yourself to the fullest this holiday. Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-5407649303084277202?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/5407649303084277202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=5407649303084277202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5407649303084277202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5407649303084277202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year~!'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-7144106201998653778</id><published>2007-02-13T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:22:44.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mommy's birthday!</title><content type='html'>No, it's not today, if you are referring to the date above. It was yesterday. :) We celebrated at Chili's Grill &amp; Bar Family Restaurant in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt;. The food was good, my parents were happy, my sister was happy, I'M happy. Tee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Everybody is&lt;/span&gt; happy. Which is GOOD&lt;/span&gt;. However, we did not manage to finish the food. It was too much for a person. Well, that's unless you're a great eater. Not even I can finish the meal. Imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RdXJIJbJh3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/kBtHdox0DdU/s1600-h/P2123025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032149300462323570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RdXJIJbJh3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/kBtHdox0DdU/s320/P2123025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Starters: Caesar Salad and Soup. Mushroom soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RdXLM5bJh4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/RpOlg97Nakc/s1600-h/P2123026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032151581089957762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RdXLM5bJh4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/RpOlg97Nakc/s320/P2123026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monterey Chicken. Mom's meal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RdXNUZbJh5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WUOmfoXu6NI/s1600-h/P2123028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032153908962232210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RdXNUZbJh5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WUOmfoXu6NI/s320/P2123028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Country Fried Steak. Dad's meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RdXQrZbJh6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Qc0M9Bb9ZMk/s1600-h/P2123029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032157602634106786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RdXQrZbJh6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Qc0M9Bb9ZMk/s320/P2123029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lamb Shoulder. Sister's meal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RdXTMpbJh7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/CEdQ3s3GutU/s1600-h/P2123030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032160372888012722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RdXTMpbJh7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/CEdQ3s3GutU/s320/P2123030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Steak and Something. Can't remember. MY meal! ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOOD = divine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Happy (Belated) Birthday, Mommy. *hugs*&lt;/span&gt; I'm glad she (mom) enjoyed the dinner. As well as the rest of my family. After all, I PAID for the dinner. ;) &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tomorrow's Valentine's Day. I have a special date. With the love of my life. The one I'll never forget for the rest of my life. *sighs dreamily...* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: Do you guys know who the person is? Try guessing. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-7144106201998653778?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/7144106201998653778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=7144106201998653778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7144106201998653778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7144106201998653778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-mommys-birthday.html' title='my mommy&apos;s birthday!'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RdXJIJbJh3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/kBtHdox0DdU/s72-c/P2123025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-4352696892607475138</id><published>2007-02-11T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:23:25.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do Women Cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A little boy asked his mother, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why are you crying?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because I'm a woman,"&lt;/em&gt; she told him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't understand,"&lt;/em&gt; he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;His mom just hugged him and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And you never will."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Later the little boy asked his father, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All women cry for no reason,"&lt;/em&gt; was all his dad could say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. Finally he asked God. He said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God,why do women cry so easily?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;God said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You see my son,"&lt;/em&gt; said God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the door way to her heart - the place where love resides."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm simply touched by this beautiful piece of story. Yes, I stole it from Friendster's Bulletin. I find it meaningful. So this is why women cry...&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/7721898-4352696892607475138?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/4352696892607475138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=4352696892607475138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/4352696892607475138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/4352696892607475138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-do-women-cry-little-boy-asked-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-5023101632423630995</id><published>2007-02-10T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:22:48.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first week in school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A new beginning. A new start. For me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Butterflies in my tummy. Nervous, excited...you name it. I have not felt like this for so long. Ever since my first day in school when I was 7. As sad as it sounds, I made my mom to come along with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I reached the school, I saw a girl sitting alone there. I didn't know what else to do since there was a notice saying "No parents allowed" or something. I was just standing there when the girl spoke to me. She asked if I was taking A Levels in this school. I was so relieved and launched into a conversation with her. I happily waved my mom goodbye and went towards the classroom with Shara (that's her name). It's even interesting to know that she's from &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maldives&lt;/span&gt;. Lessons were great. Everything was quite different. In 3 hours, I've made friends with about 10 people. They come from all around the world,practically. Of course, some of them had been living in this country for the past few years. The rest of the day went on well. The teachers started teaching on the first day. Nice teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made more friends. Lessons were fun and intriguing. Trying to get used to the environment. The day was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to end at 9 am today. Unfortunately, our Bio teacher decided to replace a class today because she fell sick the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I missed a Chem class in the morning!!!&lt;/span&gt; But it's not entirely my fault because our Chem teacher said the classes in the morning was for students taking the third unit. Heard myself being called crazy for copying notes during free period instead of fooling around with the new gang. Oh well. So be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons went well. Was copying questions for Chemistry in the Student's Room when a group of people surrounded me and loomed over my shoulder to see what I was doing. Again, I heard myself being called crazy. The day ended with a twist. A rather strange surprise of the week. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*shudders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes were really good. I've got no problem trying to understand what we're learning now. The only slight complication is trying hard to connect the knowledge with what I already know but...in Bahasa Melayu. But it's cool. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Apart from being mistaken as a Korean and an Indonesian (and God knows what else is to come...), I'm getting used to it all. I'm gonna like my new life. &lt;/span&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So...How was your week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-5023101632423630995?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/5023101632423630995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=5023101632423630995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5023101632423630995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5023101632423630995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-first-week-in-school.html' title='my first week in school'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-5273339037002057663</id><published>2007-01-29T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:58:28.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I. Am. Bored.&lt;/strong&gt; School is about to start in exactly a week from now. I'm having great times with Iman almost every single day. He he he. Now I feel rather attached to her. Pity she'll be leaving me all alone when September comes.&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; *sniff sniff* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;(No, Iman dear, I still can't get over that fact.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I'm not ready for school, for A levels, and for whatever that lies on my path. Unfortunately, almost everyone is already racking their brains and working hard. If I don't start soon, I'll soon turn into a lazy pig with no intentions to live life. That's pretty bad. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-5273339037002057663?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/5273339037002057663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=5273339037002057663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5273339037002057663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5273339037002057663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/01/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-2434270203521193591</id><published>2007-01-23T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T00:23:24.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tribute to my goody good friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;First of all, Happy Birthday to my dearest friend, Jeff. (And also to U Shen and Yung Sen)&lt;/span&gt; Today's post is pretty lame. So for those who are not interested in reading lame stuff for now...you might as well leave. Anyway, I remember I posted one entree a few weeks ago talking about friends and best friends. I've only introduced my closest girlfriends. Today, however, I'm going to introduce my closest guy friends. I'll start with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jeff.&lt;/span&gt; He is my cool buddy. We met when I was in Form 3 and he in Form 2. Somehow...he became my confidant as well. I can tell him &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; everything. Tee hee. Well, he doesn't complain! Anyway, he's a great guy. Very self-disciplined, sporting, determined and ambitious. Plus, he's a smart kid. Great listener and somehow, he's always good in cheering me up. *winks* He's got a weird sense of humour &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(SORRY JEFF)&lt;/span&gt;, but thank goodness I would normally understand. Even if I don't understand, it makes me laugh because I don't understand and it makes no sense! (oh dear, I'm starting to crap. XD!) He's good in motivating. ...well...seeing that he always finds a way to motivate me when I'm &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;close to giving up. Also, it's actually very nice because I get to compete with him. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I take him as my challenge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's very cool. He's nice. And a fun person. =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Louis.&lt;/span&gt; My (pretty much) childhood friend. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To me, he's like a brother I never had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;And he's funny&lt;/strong&gt;! tee hee...He &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; fails to make me laugh out loud. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Even if it's the day BEFORE our SPM History paper&lt;/span&gt;. That's how crazy he is. He's indeed a really nice guy. He is weird, though. Psycho. Whenever you're down...you can always look for him! And yes, he is still trying to beat me in Maths and History. He's reliable even though he was a pretty useless prefect in school. Lol. Ah...we don't talk every single day but when we do get in touch, we'll know what's going on. *winks* A good friend. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Blur but NEVER innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And definitely, Louis is someone I won't forget. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Detachable Strawberries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! My goody good friends. There is someone else in my mind...but I'm not quite sure if I can regard him as a friend...and I'm not sure if I should put him up here. Rather risky, if you ask me. Hmm...think think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So, do you have guys as close friends?&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure you do. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-2434270203521193591?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/2434270203521193591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=2434270203521193591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/2434270203521193591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/2434270203521193591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/01/tribute-to-my-goody-good-friend.html' title='a tribute to my goody good friend.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-6852831352471751296</id><published>2007-01-21T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:23:43.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the psychotic remains of 5 gamma-ians and 5 lambda-ians 2006.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RbOJRvVXzfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8ov5FOXNoAg/s1600-h/P1213003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In exactly 6 days from today, Sze Min will be in Australia, opening up doors of possibilities and accomplishing her goals and dreams. I'm indeed happy to know that she is going to her future. One day, she'll make it to the front cover of the newspapers! =D! I spent my whole day with her for...you can say...the last time. I mean, I won't be going out with her for the next few years, that's for sure! And these (refer to pictures) are the results of going out with the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;psychotic remains of 5 gamma-ians and 5 lambda-ians 2006&lt;/span&gt;. We watched &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Kung Fu Mah Jong'&lt;/span&gt; at Times Square, and it's pretty cool. The only disadvantage was we were seated right below the screen. I felt as if either my eyes were gonna pop out or my neck was gonna break! The movie is quite funny. Rather senseless but funny. After that, we walked over to Tze Hui's place at Federal Hotel to hang out and have pre-dinner. It's cool to have a friend living in a hotel you know. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RbOJRvVXzfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8ov5FOXNoAg/s1600-h/P1213003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022508947305123314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RbOJRvVXzfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8ov5FOXNoAg/s320/P1213003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;The lamb chop looks tempting...too bad Shin Yi was too far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RbOJB_VXzeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Qi_ppgiwsVs/s1600-h/P1213001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022508676722183650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RbOJB_VXzeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Qi_ppgiwsVs/s320/P1213001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY pre-dinner. Delicious, isn't it? ;)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah...it's been so long since I last went out with these people! Now that all of us are seperated, leading our own paths, venturing our own journeys...it's pretty hard for us all to get together and just have fun. Things are simply different. I won't see most of these people for quite some time now. Like Sze Min and some others, they're going away...thousands of miles away from home (and me!) and the chances of seeing them again are...very slim indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RbOIkvVXzdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SXd7QHWYxCk/s1600-h/times+square2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022508174211010002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RbOIkvVXzdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SXd7QHWYxCk/s320/times+square2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From left, standing: Sophia, Koh, Me, Tze Hui, Sze Min, Kim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From left, bottom: Shin Yi, Natty, Eva.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RbTdtknIckI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QnQImTz_CpU/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022883259416605250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RbTdtknIckI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QnQImTz_CpU/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;We psycho-ians in Tze Hui's toys' room. It's a lovely room, without us blocking the view, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RbOHuvVXzbI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ld8hPoO1jZo/s1600-h/P1213007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022507246498074034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RbOHuvVXzbI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ld8hPoO1jZo/s320/P1213007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RbOG__VXzZI/AAAAAAAAADU/gY89V4WIGXU/s1600-h/P1213006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022506443339189650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RbOG__VXzZI/AAAAAAAAADU/gY89V4WIGXU/s320/P1213006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RbTchEnIcjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/m2QzAftpKZ8/s1600-h/P1213013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022881945156612658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RbTchEnIcjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/m2QzAftpKZ8/s320/P1213013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is Tze Hui's living room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I need Sze Min's house address because I need to post her a letter before she leaves for Australia. SZEMIN!!! (tee hee...forgive me for the screaming).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-6852831352471751296?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/6852831352471751296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=6852831352471751296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/6852831352471751296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/6852831352471751296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/01/psychotic-remains-of-5-gamma-ians-and-5.html' title='the psychotic remains of 5 gamma-ians and 5 lambda-ians 2006.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RbOJRvVXzfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8ov5FOXNoAg/s72-c/P1213003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-1354282742843899817</id><published>2007-01-20T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T23:19:39.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spring cleaning!</title><content type='html'>Clean, clean, and clean! Finally...my room is spotless once again!!! Unfortunately, I got hurt in the process but it is very minor. So for those who are hoping that I'd die or something...wish again! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to school soon. I don't mean school as in, SMK SBU but...I mean...I'm going to start my A levels soon. No, I'm not going to college. I'm going to an international school. =) I don't think it'll be any different compared to other colleges as I'll still be studying the same thing. Sigh...The start of February marks the end of my care-free days. So long were the days when I could actually sit in front of the television for hours. So long were the days when I could sit down and play sudoku for hours. So long were the days when I could do anything else to waste my time and pass the day. Now, here comes the moment when I am SUPPOSED to dedicate myself to work, study, and books. Once more. Well, learning is a life-long progress. Not that I mind. It's getting pretty boring at home...rotting, doing nothing. Stare at the television and drool...I rather prefer to do something useful, like study! I know, I'll definitely miss my days doing nothing at all. Hey! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is not a bed of roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You know that. The twist and turn in life are the best part for they bring &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;excitement, adventure and passion&lt;/span&gt;! =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee...my mind unravels once more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-1354282742843899817?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/1354282742843899817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=1354282742843899817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/1354282742843899817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/1354282742843899817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/01/spring-cleaning.html' title='spring cleaning!'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-583727996974027183</id><published>2007-01-16T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:19:43.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BALL-ista!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ballista &lt;/span&gt;ACTUALLY means &lt;em&gt;a catapult for hurling large stones.&lt;/em&gt; For this post, ballista has got nothing to do with what I'm about to tell. You see, the only &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;'large stone'&lt;/span&gt; that was &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;'hurled'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;through the air was...&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A FOOTBALL&lt;/span&gt;! Instead of entering the unseen goal, the ball simply hit an innocent on a swing. Guess who's the innocent?...No, it's not me. It's...&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;IMAN AZMAN&lt;/span&gt;!!! *wiping tears of laughter* I'm evil. I'm not supposed to laugh but what are friends for??? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the actual incident happened this way. I went for a walk with dear ol' Iman as usual. After we finished one round, Iman suggested that we go to the playground to sit on the swings. There were kids around playing football. As we were sitting down on the swings, Iman was saying these exact words, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"If I ever get hit by the ball, I swear I'll kill someone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So, she swung. I wasn't swinging because I didn't like the creaking sound my swing made whenever I moved. Less than 5 minutes after she said those words, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;she got hit by the ball directly in her face, mid-air&lt;/span&gt;. I was...speechless and stunned. The whole playground went silent. The kids were..well, if I had a camera at that moment, I'd snap their faces! It's a real-life shock thingy! LOL! The only sound you can hear was Iman's slow 'ows' and the birds chirping. XD! Long story short, we went back home telling everyone about it. It is indeed something I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another ordinary day. Just that today...I finally had my hair cut that I had postponed for so long! (Ever since the day I finished SPM.) My new haircut is actually not much different. It's just 3 inches shorter. I wanted it shorter, in fact, but my hair stylist said it's better if it's longer. *shrugs* Seeing that my friends always think it's useless whenever I say I want to go for a hair cut. They think I just merely trimmed my hair. Now, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;3 inches is A LOT&lt;/span&gt;! My hair now is neither long nor short. Again, why am I boring you with my nonsense...never mind. I didn't get to do any shopping today. Unfortunately. I'm missing those lovely pair of shoes already! &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tonight is Il Divo's concert&lt;/span&gt;! Pity I missed it. Oh well, Iman can still tell me all the details when she gets back this Sunday. From Japan. She's flying tomorrow by the way. Not that you'll be interested, but just had to type it out. For some reasons that I myself don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ahh...happy birthday, KIM!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-583727996974027183?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/583727996974027183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=583727996974027183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/583727996974027183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/583727996974027183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/01/ball-ista.html' title='BALL-ista!'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-1456896051145483333</id><published>2007-01-14T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T23:47:31.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>window shopping!</title><content type='html'>Shopping! &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;What is YOUR definition of shopping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, for me, shopping means...I can spend hours in a building (with shops of course), walking and looking and searching...and yet, I can come out of the building buying NOTHING. Or, I can come out looking as if I bought the whole store! It's pretty uncommon. [&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Pssst&lt;/span&gt;...actually, I think it's rather time wasting walking around like an idiot not knowing what to buy but...I AM a girl. *shrugs*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent half of my day today, window shopping. Actually, the original plan is to really buy something...but...unfortunately, I didn't. I'm very bad at making decisions. The thing is, I can't make up my mind whether I want to get those lovely pair of shoes...or the other lovely pair of shoes. Annoying, innit? In the end, I simply gave up and decided to buy them some other time. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll be going back there this week! I simply must get those lovely pair of shoes! I'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt; when I get my hands on them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-1456896051145483333?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/1456896051145483333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=1456896051145483333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/1456896051145483333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/1456896051145483333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/01/window-shopping.html' title='window shopping!'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-7377550684720863899</id><published>2007-01-12T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T22:51:39.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what if...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What if...today is the last day of your life? There will be no tomorrow for you...and you'll be leaving everyone behind. What would you do? How will you spend your remaining hours? Alone? Or with as many friends and family members around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thought struck me. A random person...maybe me or you, waking up to a new day, getting ready for a new start. Going about doing our daily chores. Suddenly, something happens. Something terrible happens. Next thing you know, you're six feet under and all your friends and family members are mourning for you. &lt;em&gt;Why? &lt;/em&gt;You wonder. I realized, no one can answer that particular question. Short, but it holds a thousand meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; today is the last day of my life, I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do. It would be hard for me to accept that news. On the other hand, I might not even know it is going to be my last day on Earth. I might just...die without a notice or something. That's more saddening. Well, I guess...I won't be any different. I'll wake up at the crack of dawn and spend the whole morning to myself. Thinking about all the things I have done throughout the past years of my life. Thinking about everybody I'm leaving behind. Wondering if it matters to them. Thinking about all the things I could have done if only I have the chance to live longer. Thinking about things I'm never going to do, things I'm never going to experience. Afterwards, I'll join friends that I can possibly meet in such a short notice. I don't exactly know what I am going to do with them, but their presence will forever stay in my memory. Maybe we'll conquer the whole of Starbucks or something...talking and maybe reminiscing about the past. Tears and laughter will definitely fill the whole place. When night falls, I'll spend my remaining hours with my family. A last dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I can't seem to go on. I find it hard to end my life there and then. God knows why am I posting this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;entree&lt;/span&gt;. Why am I talking about death is also something to ponder upon. Psycho Zun San. Not to worry...Í'm not going to kill myself for whatever reasons. Somehow, I simply can't think of a reason why I would want to end my life over something. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LIFE MOVES ON&lt;/span&gt;. There. That's a good enough reason to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;STAY ALIVE&lt;/span&gt;. Hee hee..don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows when their journey will end. We don't know what God has in store for us. Rather intriguing, when you think about it. Because...I'm a very curious person even though I don't show it. My curiosity comes crawling to me when thoughts start popping into my brain, making me think about it. I'm weird. I really think I am. Why? Because I think about life and death, I think about humans nature, I think about mother's nature, I think about funny and weird stuff...&lt;br /&gt;All the sudden, I don't feel that weird anymore. I KNOW that there are people out there who are thinking about the same things that I'm curious about. Interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-7377550684720863899?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/7377550684720863899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=7377550684720863899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7377550684720863899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7377550684720863899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-if.html' title='what if...?'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-1990783958137340173</id><published>2007-01-11T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:58:13.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Da...</title><content type='html'>Da's gone! She's off to New York, to start a new life. I'm happy for her. Although she's never been my shoulder to cry on, or anything like a friend would normally do. But she did brought lots of laughter in my life. And I will never, EVER forget the traumatic thing she terrified me with. (This, I would not reveal. It will remain a secret between Da, Iman and me.) That traumatic...thing is a hell of an experience I will always remember, until my dying day. So..that's that. No more crazy Imelda(s) in my life. For the time being. At least I know she's an email away. No matter how far she is, I know I still can reach her. :) BUT first, I need to find her email address. Now, where did I put it...? he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life moves on. I really do hope she'll be happy. Somewhere, somehow...she'll find her happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-1990783958137340173?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/1990783958137340173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=1990783958137340173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/1990783958137340173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/1990783958137340173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/01/goodbye-da.html' title='Goodbye Da...'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-3602955809926256457</id><published>2007-01-10T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:57:06.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Post</title><content type='html'>First of all, I want to thank Kim for that really long and honest answer. For the rest of you...aren't you going to let me know your point of view? Come on...say something! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this post is to introduce my other close friends whom I did not mention in the previous post. These people are &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kim, Ji Hsia, Shin Yi, and Sze Min.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like blogging tonight. So...see ya tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-3602955809926256457?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/3602955809926256457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=3602955809926256457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/3602955809926256457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/3602955809926256457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/01/lazy-post.html' title='Lazy Post'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-3940202781323386733</id><published>2007-01-07T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T23:22:05.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever...?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever imagine life without friends? Have you? Well, I tried. And it's not easy when every now and then, my lesbian partner smack me for not apparent reason. XD! (Lesbian partner means Iman) I was watching The Grudge (English version) with Iman when we both (simultaneously) yelled, screamed, whimpered and hid behind the pillows throughout the whole movie. It's fun actually, when I think about it. Then a thought struck me. What if...I had no friends? Nobody to share my laughter, my tears, my happiness, my sorrow, my fears, my dreams, my hopes...etc. Oh dear. I got pretty depressed thinking about it. Then, I looked at my own life. &lt;em&gt;I have friends. Friends that I love and who love me as well. Or so I hope. &lt;/em&gt;I smiled discreetly despite the scary background music and Iman's constant "oh-my-god"s brought me back to reality. Then I started screaming with her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the term 'Best Friends'? Seriously, think about it. Answer me (if you care), truthfully. I've been through that stage when I thought that...best friends are forever. That nothing in the world can severe the ties between best friends. How wrong. I was...you can say, misled...by the figment in my head. I had to figure it out all by myself. People, no matter how close, will drift apart when they're far away from each other. I lost 'touch' with my own friends when I skipped a year in primary. That was my first...'realization dawned upon me' kind of thing. When the years stretched, the gap between my old friends and myself became bigger. In the end, they acknowledged me as someone else, as their senior and the warm cheerful laughter I used to share with them vanished. Oh well, I got over that quickly when I found that they are not the only friends I've got. Now, I'm happy with who I am and who I have around me. Of course, I never believed in best friends after that. It's just...too cliché. It's too good to be true. I resolved to having close and trustworthy friends around me. I'm quite glad to say that I do have a handful of close friends, consisting of guys and girls. Of course, girls overpower the guys in number but...all the same, they're all close in my heart. Well, I have to say...I don't tell them EVERYTHING but once in a while, I do bare my soul. ;) Today, let me introduce my closest girlfriend and my other close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Iman Azman.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, she's my closest friend. More like my confidant. Of course, I have yet to tell her EVERYTHING, but there's still time. ;) [I'm stealing this sentence from you, Iman..] My life turned upside down the moment she appeared in my math tuition with Puan Goh, about 6 years ago. That's a pretty long time, don't you think? It's not that we clicked the moment we met...somehow, we gradually grew on each other and lookie at us now. 2 crazy teenagers with a long way to go. We both may not tell each other everything but...somehow, we know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Devis.&lt;/span&gt; She's my Indian twin. Even though we're apart, we still find time to let each other know what's happening in our lives. I open up to her...and she opens up to me. Again, we might not know every single details but vaguely...we get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wai Ling.&lt;/span&gt; She's my Chinese twin, my one and only yo-bo! (Yo-bo means darling.) Nothing can change the fact that she's the cutest and funniest thing walking on earth! For me, mind you. We are psychics and we feel what each other feel. The best part is she'll always be my good pal, good friend and my favourite sms buddy. Tee hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Elina &amp;amp; Imelda.&lt;/span&gt; Both of them are somewhat special. In their own ways. I might not have confided in them or vice versa but...they are the unique, cheerful, bubbly friends in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my close girlfriends will always stay as close. Their names may not be in this post, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten them or pushing them aside. So...yes, that's pretty much about the people who evolve in my life. I haven't mention the guys yet but it'll be up shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...tell me, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have you ever imagine a life without your friends? Do you believe in best friends? Can you overcome the fear that you might lose your best friend over a fight...forever? Do you believe in friendships after a big, serious fight? Can you put your resentment behind you and start anew? Can you forgive and forget the past? Can you??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me. Honestly. Let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-3940202781323386733?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/3940202781323386733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=3940202781323386733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/3940202781323386733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/3940202781323386733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/01/have-you-ever.html' title='have you ever...?'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-7990012169787802610</id><published>2007-01-04T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T23:22:21.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day, started out like any other...</title><content type='html'>Another Friday, another day. My days pass by, just like that. Today, I met with some of my friends. Or rather, my so-called juniors. You see, I went to school with my mom, to pick my sister up. While waiting, I stopped and talked to a long time friend. After that, a lot of my..."juniors" came and said 'Hi'. Very nice of them, though. Well, frankly I think they don't have a choice but...they're not that bad, are they? ;) After that, I spent almost the entire day, wrapping books in Iman's place. Amazing huh? They're all Kak Nik's books by the way. It's fun! Hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever feel like being alone, in the midst of a crowd? I'm sure you do. When you simply lost interest in whatever's going on at the moment. I did...and still do. Ungracefully as ever, I'll just plop down on a chair (if there is) and gaze away, to a distant place...far far away. And then, there'll be someone who is caring enough and ask if I'm alright. Of course, I wouldn't want to spoil the mood, so, reluctantly, I'll put on a smile and say yes, I'm perfectly fine. After that, I'll join the crowd. Of course, there are times when I'm simply tired and just plop down to take a break. That, I assure you, I'm perfectly fine. So, you just have to know when I am in a 'lone ranger' mood or just tired. I don't know why I'm scribbling this out but...it kind of popped into my head. Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Lookie here, I've got some photos from Singapore. If you're interested, that is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016584701330667762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RZ59NPR5OPI/AAAAAAAAACo/g1M3Yc7hI50/s320/PC270005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RZ59iPR5OQI/AAAAAAAAACw/hY4nuihDni0/s1600-h/PC270008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016585062107920642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RZ59iPR5OQI/AAAAAAAAACw/hY4nuihDni0/s320/PC270008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RZ59iPR5OQI/AAAAAAAAACw/hY4nuihDni0/s1600-h/PC270008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RZ5-AvR5ORI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cR3nxsK--Fo/s1600-h/PC270012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016585586093930770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RZ5-AvR5ORI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cR3nxsK--Fo/s320/PC270012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never like posting pictures this way. Do you know how suffering to actually use this thingy? Never mind. I'm just not used to it. I'll put in more pictures...SOON! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-7990012169787802610?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/7990012169787802610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=7990012169787802610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7990012169787802610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/7990012169787802610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-another-day-started-out-like-any.html' title='Just another day, started out like any other...'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RZ59NPR5OPI/AAAAAAAAACo/g1M3Yc7hI50/s72-c/PC270005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-8134735955685454944</id><published>2007-01-03T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T00:05:33.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My resolutions</title><content type='html'>So far, I can only think of these resolutions. Not completely done but, this will do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My Resolutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1) Be nice to everybody. (And I mean it, EVERYBODY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Make sure I eat a well-balanced meal this year. (I need to lose weight...and grow taller!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Study hard for my A-levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Eat less chocolates. (Mind you, that's VERY unlikely to happen. But I can try.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Widen my range of vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Start a new life in my new school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Find out who I really am inside. (I want to be who I want to be.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Stop procrastinating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all I can think of, now. There are more, actually. I think. Really hope I can fulfill these resolutions without any difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;Elina is in U.K. now. Really hope she's fine. She's one of a kind. No one can compare to her. A unique person, she has never failed to cheer me up. Never will I forget her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-8134735955685454944?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/8134735955685454944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=8134735955685454944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/8134735955685454944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/8134735955685454944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-resolutions.html' title='My resolutions'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-6155149097977659401</id><published>2007-01-02T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T22:57:57.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's leaving!</title><content type='html'>Elina's leaving tomorrow!!! She's going to England! And I won't see her till..I grow old! Okay not that bad...Maybe a year or two? Or even longer? Sigh...I won't be able to see her off at the airport tomorrow. I'll miss her like nuts. Oh no! Elina, you won't be reading this but..do take care k? Hope you'll write. Speaking of which, I'm going to message her for the very last time now. Sniff sniff...*cries*!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-6155149097977659401?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/6155149097977659401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=6155149097977659401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/6155149097977659401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/6155149097977659401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/01/shes-leaving.html' title='She&apos;s leaving!'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-6196671791291235321</id><published>2007-01-01T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T22:51:57.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This new year...</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! So long, 2006! I'll miss you! You definitely brought a lot of sweet memories, great achievements, great agony, great sorrows and great learnings. I learnt so much that I can only hope to carry them in my heart and treasure the moral in it. For the past 16 years of my life, I never made resolutions for my own. Mentally, one or two might have past cross my mind, but obviously, soon forgotten. This year, however, I feel like making my first ever list of resolutions, which of course, I will be revealing it to you soon. Mind you, I'm hoping that whoever reads this...you got to make sure I KEEP my resolutions. So, this new year...I'm going to try to make the best of it. Right. Well, I don't have my resolutions ready now, so..be patience. I'll post it up when I am done thinking about it. :) School's starting soon. I feel so...out of place. I miss being in school, I miss going back to school every single day just to see my friends again! Sigh...I feel so old now. Poor me. I don't want to grow up! Can I stay here, stay as I am..like this..forever? Nonsense. :( I'm drifting to dreamland again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-6196671791291235321?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/6196671791291235321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=6196671791291235321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/6196671791291235321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/6196671791291235321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-new-year.html' title='This new year...'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-572521126380728968</id><published>2006-12-30T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T00:05:17.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temasik (XD!!) a.k.a. Singapore...</title><content type='html'>Singapore...I feel that I must confess that it is indeed a beautiful country. It gives me this peculiar feeling everytime I'm there. A sense of security, that is. In Singapore, I can actually go out walking on my own, I can carry a bag without fear, I can shop like mad AND I can actually speak English to anybody!! Not to say that being in Malaysia is bad, but face the fact, to those who still carry their bags, I wish you well and do be careful. Being the paranoid me, I have to admit I'm afraid to go out with a bag. (Omigosh! I sound like my mom!) I'm just plain afraid I'll be rob. Anyway, not that I'm a bag fanatic, I don't fancy carrying a bag around everywhere I go. It's rather annoying for me, you know. I love the buildings in Singapore. It's huge! The shopping is...MAD! The sales are great and dirt cheap! I got this really pretty dress! By the way, when I say dirt cheap, I mean it in Singapore dollars...if you convert, it becomes not so cheap. You do get me, do you? I've got lots of pictures to put up here, but for the time being, I simply have to ask you to be patient. I thought I saw my dad upload the pictures but Í can't seem to find it in the folders now...hmm...Nevermind. To those who requested updates, sorry about the delay. Nothing interesting these days. But I promise I'll blog on something other than things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Till then, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Hey Aileen, if you're reading this, congratulations on getting straight A's for PMR. Knew you could do it. Yes, I'm screaming it to the whole wide world. So, sue me. ;) See you soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-572521126380728968?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/572521126380728968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=572521126380728968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/572521126380728968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/572521126380728968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2006/12/temasik-xd-aka-singapore.html' title='Temasik (XD!!) a.k.a. Singapore...'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-805273689152034206</id><published>2006-12-25T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T22:35:05.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Just letting you know, I'll be away to Singapore for a few days. I'll update when I get back! See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-805273689152034206?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/805273689152034206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=805273689152034206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/805273689152034206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/805273689152034206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-5398766071029820287</id><published>2006-12-17T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:13:29.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>continuation of the previous post...</title><content type='html'>Hello again. These are the pictures I promised. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These first sets of pictures are from Iman's surprise party night. :) Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009495534318668466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RYVNpaL4SrI/AAAAAAAAABA/as5Jfk3E9CA/s320/PC122650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009492192834112130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RYVKm6L4SoI/AAAAAAAAAAo/G6Yszo8LB20/s320/PC122651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009493592993450642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RYVL4aL4SpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hca2j6yvuoI/s320/PC122643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Muahahaha...Louis!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;These sets...well, enough said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009495023217560226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RYVNLqL4SqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UkTvkMFHcBk/s320/PC142681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009496350362454738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RYVOY6L4StI/AAAAAAAAABQ/36vAZSEkvx0/s320/PC142687.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009496779859184354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RYVOx6L4SuI/AAAAAAAAABY/eVrXSeCLOlo/s320/PC142697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009497621672774386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RYVPi6L4SvI/AAAAAAAAABg/UUyxUjGvrWE/s320/PC142721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He he...I didn't put much photos here but this'll do. If you want more photos, just personally ask me, I'll send it to you. Ta ta! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-5398766071029820287?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/5398766071029820287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=5398766071029820287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5398766071029820287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/5398766071029820287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2006/12/continuation-of-previous-post.html' title='continuation of the previous post...'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GH0X7e4F7U/RYVNpaL4SrI/AAAAAAAAABA/as5Jfk3E9CA/s72-c/PC122650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-6410960180632171545</id><published>2006-12-15T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:32:25.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High school prom - A night to remember (2)</title><content type='html'>It was merely a twist of luck when I was finally granted the permission to attend my high school prom. Yesterday, I spent the half the day, going here and there just to get ready for the night. The day started of with Iman's prom dress fittings. Me, Iman and Da were at Great Eastern Mall, trying to sort out Iman's dress...which didn't exactly turn out to her expectations. I won't describe much about it, but so there! When we finally picked the right dress for Iman, we left for Ampang Point to do our hair, which was quite in a rush, seeing that we were already behind the schedule. In the car on our way to Ampang Point, Aunty (Iman's mom) feels that my original dress wasn't really suitable for the night, so she decided to borrow a dress from the same designer for me (Thank you so much, Aunty!). Since I can't upload my pictures now (my computer's got problem), so all pictures will have to wait. Of course, I can always steal photos from my other lovely friends. =D! Okay, so, my hair was tied up in a simple way (not very sure how it looks like from the back cause I vaguely remember the style the lady did for me) but it's actually messy but neat looking thingy. Ah! You'll see later. Da's hair...well..not the way she wanted it but she made it look great later on. Iman's hair was simple blown messy straight type, as the curls didn't work out for her. I'll cut out all the um... not so nice parts. he he...So, we rushed home, changed and here comes the troublesome part: make-up. To Da, it's easy. To people like me, ALLAH! Banyak susah! I scrap by well anyway, thanks to the countless of concerts I had (choir), I learnt to befriend these colourful thingy. Hmm..actually, they're not so bad. I had fun, too! He he he! Green is my theme for the night! Oh MY GOODNESS! I just realized something...I was green the whole night, practically, I was green every single day in school...even NOW I have to be in GREEN??? Oh gosh. Whatever. It's already over. Anyway, we were really late by the time we got that and all, it was already halfway through. So, we finally got ourselves in, settle down...I was seated on a VI table. So the company was all guys except me and two other girls whom I don't know. Oh well, only one dude introduced himself, the rest were too...hmm..."busy" to bother. I definitely had more conversation with the girl next to me! LOL! The bands were pretty loud though. :) I didn't get to enjoy the food. Poor me. Had to starve a little while. But of course, later on, hunger was the last thing on my mind. When the dance floor was "officially" open to everyone else, with the music playing, everyone went wild! Ha ha! Oh well, there's pretty much for today. This is going to be a really long post. So, this is merely part one! Part two will come by shortly. With the pictures uploaded I hope. Honestly, it had been a great night. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-6410960180632171545?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/6410960180632171545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=6410960180632171545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/6410960180632171545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/6410960180632171545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2006/12/high-school-prom-night-to-remember-2.html' title='High school prom - A night to remember (2)'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-8845391541645423315</id><published>2006-12-13T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:46:34.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise! - A night to remember.</title><content type='html'>It was indeed a difficult task for me, when I received a message from Kak Nik (Iman's sister) telling me that I'll have to pretend that I need the loo really bad, in order for Kak Nik to sneak up to give the preparations a final touch. Yes, that was how we acted the whole week before Iman's birthday. Frequent calls, whispering behind lock doors, text messaging...just to get everything in order for our little princess's birthday. So, as I finally succeeded in dragging Iman into the restroom with me, we simply freshen up and I waited for Kak Nik's call. Then, Kak Nik called. We walked out of the restroom, making our way to the restaurant. (It was in Gobo at Traders Hotel.) Our table was at one corner of the restaurant towards the end. I was already excited thinking of the great surprise we planned earlier on. You know what happened after that, as we reach our table, heads popped out from under the table and..."HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Ha ha! It was a total riot! Of course, the most noticable head was Louis's. By the way, those who attended the party (apart from me, Iman and Kak Nik) was...&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chrystal, Yen Shan, Farah, Da, Elina, Ryhan and...our one and only special guest, Louis. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He he he...fancy being the only guy. Not bad. Not bad at all. I'll post the pictures up soon. As soon as I get to upload them into the computer. We had loads of fun! We had yummy mocktails, delicious food, and lots and lots of chocolates! Whee! Everyone on the table went high..and got drunk. No, it doesn't mean we had alcohol. We were just...drunk. Lol! If you get my drift... I was in heaven the moment I had chocolate fondue with marshmellow...thick, creamy, yummy chocolate fondue...&lt;em&gt;ahh...! &lt;/em&gt;The greatness of it! Okok...back to reality. Anyway, where was I? Ah...so, we snapped loads of pictures, having Louis as our..err..photographer. Before that, we had Iman's chocolate cake! By the way, we also had flowers and Ferero Rocher chocs! All thanks to Kak Nik! =D! Soon, all great things came to an end. (did I get it right? *shrugs*) Louis was the first to leave...then we girls went to hang out at the restroom. (Well, it was pretty!) In there, we took pictures, we..err...violated Iman's prezzie given by Elina and Ryhan (which I'm not telling you what..) with full curiousity and silliness. After that, we all head home. It was a wonderful night. A night to remember. A night when I won't trade it for anything in the world. (I mean it literally, unless emergency cases of course!) I went back to Iman's place, as usual. Slept over...well, seeing that she kept me awake with the history of King Henry VIII, Catherine of Aragon and on and on to Queen Elizabeth I. It was really cool though. Finally, I'm getting a full clear story on such history that I'm so keen to hear about, but never had the chance to. Goodie. You know, I'm just going to go read on it. By the way, it's Kak Nik's and Cik Sri Devi's birthday today! Happy birthday! =)! Today's nothing much. Except Iman's prom dress fittings. You must think I spend every waking moment with Iman. Somehow, you're right if you think so...It's prom night tomorrow night. Still undecided..or rather, unable to decide. I would like to go...actually. :) It'd be something nice for a change. Doing something that I don't normally do. hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-8845391541645423315?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/8845391541645423315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=8845391541645423315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/8845391541645423315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/8845391541645423315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2006/12/surprise-night-to-remember.html' title='Surprise! - A night to remember.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-3788307621747392018</id><published>2006-12-12T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T16:10:26.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back! and Staying.</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well...it's been a little more than a year since my last post was up. Oh, all those memories, hidden beneath, too bad. Now that SPM is over (YIPPEE!), I can start blogging again. Good, huh? Just make sure I stay loyal and don't stray halfway through the blog. ;-) He he...I can't believe time flew by so quickly. A blink of an eye and it's been one year since I last blogged. Really fast. And it felt like just yesterday when I stepped into Year 1...at the age of 7...now...I'm 16, finished SPM, still growing and enjoying every bit of life. Ahh...how sweet those memories were. Forever they'll stay and I will bring them with me to my grave. Gee, it's raining heavily here now. Today's Iman's birthday! Happy birthday, my princess. May all your dreams come true! (Especially the one with the dream guy in it!) He he he...you better! Oops! I was half-drenched a moment ago. Totally forgotten about mom's clothings hanging outside when it suddenly...rained. *shh...!* Mom's not supposed to know...he he! Nothing much interesting today. Except being home alone. And tonight, I'll be joining Iman for her birthday-family dinner. To my great surprise, I'm gonna mess with some make-up. I know, it's not usual for me but...for my darling's sake, I don't mind. Who knows, I might have some fun! he he he. One more thing, TA-DA! This is my new layout! It should be Version 9.0 by now but who cares! I love it! For the time being. Who knows, my itchy hands will start moving on its own to change my lovely layout for now. ;-)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-3788307621747392018?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/3788307621747392018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=3788307621747392018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/3788307621747392018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/3788307621747392018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-and-staying.html' title='Back! and Staying.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-113273487123994126</id><published>2005-11-23T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T16:34:32.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poke?</title><content type='html'>Okay, changed my layout. I find this...very light and dreamy. Oh, yes. I'm a bit high. I had MARS BARS last night. Goodness, I'm really bored at home. That's pretty much nothing to do!! But...I've got the tickets for Harry Potter and The Goblet Of Fire tomorrow! Yippee! After much clicking and praying, I've finally managed to book the seats! He he...unfortunately, I have to rush back for tuition later. :-S! THAT'S the sad part. I'm longing to watch Zathura as well! Ah, I'm off to play Neopets now. Very bored. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-113273487123994126?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/113273487123994126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=113273487123994126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/113273487123994126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/113273487123994126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/11/poke.html' title='Poke?'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-113223016382003871</id><published>2005-11-17T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T20:22:43.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The boredness has got into me...</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! I think the boredness has finally hit me hard on the head. I'm planning to change my template again. Though I'm sure no one really ever reads my blog...or visits it. Somehow, I've got a feeling that I'm just talking to myself. Seriously. Sad. Hmm...I think something's wrong with my Internet Explorer. I dunno. A friend of mine asked me today. Not really asked but exclaimed quite surprisingly when she saw that my blog was PINK. Good question. I wonder why...ah! I couldn't find a blue template or a black one that time. Something that really catches my eye. Nah...now that so long had passed...TIME TO CHANGE! Alright now. Will stop here. Will continue later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-113223016382003871?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/113223016382003871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=113223016382003871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/113223016382003871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/113223016382003871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/11/boredness-has-got-into-me.html' title='The boredness has got into me...'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-113172180525962333</id><published>2005-11-11T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T23:10:05.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just so tired</title><content type='html'>I'm very worn out. I'm very tired. I don't want to fight anymore. Someone...please, end all these for me! I really can't take it anymore. I really want to cry. I can't find the cure anymore. I'm too numb to feel for it. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know anyone reading this, you must feel that I'm stupid enough not to start the story. But, who cares? If you care, you'll ask me right out loud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-113172180525962333?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/113172180525962333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=113172180525962333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/113172180525962333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/113172180525962333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-just-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m just so tired'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-113094720001543009</id><published>2005-11-02T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T00:00:00.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lone Ranger</title><content type='html'>Today is a day when I finally got a chance to roam on the earthly grounds...all alone. Yup yup...a day when I just walked alone in a shopping mall. Actually it's not the first time but what I meant was...roaming alone even when my mum's at the same place...argh! Whatever...i think you get me ryte? Anyway, after Edboard's meeting at Great Eastern Mall...I went to Sungei Wang with my parents ...first of all, to get my mum's hair done. So, I strolled along the corridors, making my way to nowhere. So, there I was, wasting every second of my life walking around in rounds...going into shops and come back out 5 minutes later. I spent most of my time in MPH. Well, that's the only place that interest me greatly. You don't wanna hear the rest of it. It's really boring. Oh well, that's pretty much from me today. More later! Bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-113094720001543009?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/113094720001543009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=113094720001543009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/113094720001543009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/113094720001543009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/11/lone-ranger.html' title='Lone Ranger'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-112973302587795799</id><published>2005-10-19T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T22:43:45.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS OVER! I'M FREE...well, not really!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! I'm back again! Ah...after almost 3 whole weeks of hardcore studying, I'm finally FREE!!! Yippee!! Lol! Hmm, but to think of it, I'm not exactly that free! I'm just...like a bird which is tied to a string, trying to break free. What am I talking about anyway? goodness! Tralalala...now I can't go to bed feeling alright. I felt as though something is missing! Like...not studying before falling asleep flat on the book! ha ha...now that exams are over, the results are slowly crawling out to kill us (softly), i wanna rock the world! Tee hee...like I could lar. Btw, I'm going to Korea at the end of the year! But...I'll miss the Form 1 Orientation this year!! Oopsie. lazy to blog on now. Will continue tomorrow! Bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-112973302587795799?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112973302587795799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=112973302587795799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112973302587795799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112973302587795799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/10/exams-over-im-freewell-not-really.html' title='EXAMS OVER! I&apos;M FREE...well, not really!'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-112541965881414121</id><published>2005-08-30T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T00:34:18.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day. . .In School~</title><content type='html'>I woke up, feeling a bit blurry as I had a nightmare the night before. Suddenly, all thoughts came flying back to my head: Today is a day in school where we celebrate our Independance Day (earlier) and our Hari Anugerah Koko. Then, another thought came across my mind. We all had to wear our 'traditional' clothings. No tight clothings, no high heels, can't over-accessorized. I put on my baju kurung. Never bother to accessorize. Lazy. Wore the not so high heels 'cause that's all that I've got which is not a high heel. Anyway, brought my PE clothes in case I wanna change. So, well...dragged myself to school feeling weird. Everything was quite normal. Then, we lined ourselves up (for those who're receiving the cert). After all the shake, smile, thank, grab, go...I made my way to the crowd to look for a space to sit. Oh, before that...I was asked to jot down notes for the report of the day...(EDBOARD!!!)...because P.Pui Man didn't turn up for school (as usual). So I had to do it. Doesn't matter. All the same. Jotting down notes so...don't really have the time to look for friends to sit with...or take pics of myself with friends...or take pics of ANYONE!...sad huh? Wait. Scratch that! I took a few pics of someone! Tee hee. Okay, so. *checks notes* Then, the Form 1's did their performance. A sketch. Which was quite ok. That's the last thing before recess...which I spent with...um..everyone in the cafe. Ate my mooncakes. yummy! Lepak-ed in the library. Nothing to do. Boring! After that, went walking with Aileen, Jeff and Ebbe down to the Bomba Truck. Everyone was like monkeys...climbing the truck...up and down, playing with the horn, siren, p.a. system...the tools and everything was so cool! If I wasn't wearing heels...I would be delighted to climb the ladder and stuff. Hmph! After that, few more performances. Form 4's performance was GREAT!!!!!!!!! 3 cheers for it! Yeah! Go guys! It was so cool!!! One word: Grool! ;-)! Then a few more performances, few more laughters, few more prezzies to give away...then we start singing the patriotic songs...for a few times! Well...after that, that's the end. That's more about it. Really detailed entrie. Will be working on the report tomorrow. Lazy now. Goodnight. Happie Merdeka Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;*curtsies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-112541965881414121?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112541965881414121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=112541965881414121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112541965881414121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112541965881414121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/08/independence-day-in-school.html' title='Independence Day. . .In School~'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-112524136117431878</id><published>2005-08-28T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T23:02:41.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wormy day...</title><content type='html'>I am like the stupidest human on earth!!! I was...happily cleaning my room today. When I found...the most yuckiest things on Earth, contaminating my room. *Flashback* ...Got back from Millie's sister's wedding reception, took back "bunga telur"and put it on my decoration shelf. Unfortunately, I forgotten about the EGG in the glass. (damn!) Few weeks later, my room started to stink. It got worse. And I got fed up, I FINALLY traced the source of it. THE EGG!!!!! ARGH~!!!!!!!!! I raN out of my room, taking the rotten egg really carefully and threw it away...far far away!!!I sprayed the whole shelf with Shieldtox..(whatever you call it)...twice!!! And then i fell back on my bed, exhausted. Unfortunately, I forgotten all about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know more? ...[will be continued]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-112524136117431878?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112524136117431878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=112524136117431878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112524136117431878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112524136117431878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-wormy-day.html' title='What a wormy day...'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-112498674293215029</id><published>2005-08-26T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T00:19:02.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A life of my own...NOT</title><content type='html'>A question to ponder: Do I actually have a life of my own? ...someone...please answer me through the comment thingy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my personal point of view, NO I DON'T. Shucks..gtg now. BYe bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-112498674293215029?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112498674293215029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=112498674293215029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112498674293215029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112498674293215029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-of-my-ownnot.html' title='A life of my own...NOT'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-112489613434712477</id><published>2005-08-24T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T23:48:12.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom's survey.</title><content type='html'>1. Full name : Wong Zun San&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicknames : Zunny, San San, Alex..Blah...&lt;br /&gt;3. Eyes : Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;4. Height : 164cm&lt;br /&gt;5. Hair : Black&lt;br /&gt;6. Siblings : 2&lt;br /&gt;7. Do u like to sing in the shower? : Errr.... no.&lt;br /&gt;8. Do u like to sing in the toilet? : Definitely no.&lt;br /&gt;9. Birthday: 22nd May 1990!!!&lt;br /&gt;10. Sign : Gemini&lt;br /&gt;11. Address : Hmm...I live in Taman Tar. (Fullstop)&lt;br /&gt;12. Gender : Female&lt;br /&gt;13. Righty or lefty : Righty&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you want in a relationship most? : Loyalty, understanding, trust, care..bla..&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever cheated on someone : As in?...no idea. Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;16. Martial status : Single&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have a car? : Nope.&lt;br /&gt;18. What kinda car do you have/want? : Depends on what car I can afford when I'm old enough! :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;19. Movie : Charlie And The Chocolate Factory! Can't think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;20. Song : First Love (Utada Hikaru), Black Humour (Jay Chou), Dusk (Nicholas Teo), Simple Love (Jay Chou)...must you know everything?&lt;br /&gt;22. TV Show : Changes all the time. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;23. Actor : EDISON CHEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;24. Actress : Em...not very sure.&lt;br /&gt;25. Food : CHOCOLATES!!! (yummy!)&lt;br /&gt;26. Number : 5...&lt;br /&gt;27. Cartoon : ErM...ALL OF THEM! He he he...&lt;br /&gt;28. Disney : Like I said...all of them...&lt;br /&gt;29. Colour : Blue!!! White, Black, Purple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LIFE ETC&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you plan on having children : ^^"....I’m only 15.&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you want to get married : ditto above&lt;br /&gt;32. How old do u wanna be when you have your first child : ditto above&lt;br /&gt;33. How old do u wanna be when your married : ditto above&lt;br /&gt;34. Would you have kids before marriage: Never. The horror of it...&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you have a crush : I prefer not to answer this...(lame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EITHER-OR (PICK WHICH ONE YOU PREFER)&lt;br /&gt;38. Music/TV : Music&lt;br /&gt;39. Guys/Girls : I'm not a bi. But really strange question.&lt;br /&gt;40. Green/Blue : Blue&lt;br /&gt;41. Pink/Purple : Purple&lt;br /&gt;42. Summer/Winter : Winter&lt;br /&gt;43. Night/Day : Night&lt;br /&gt;44. Weird saying I have : Cool.&lt;br /&gt;47. What school do u go to? : SMK Seri Bintang Utara.&lt;br /&gt;48. Have you ever taken drugs? : Penicillin?&lt;br /&gt;49. What's a major turn on for you? : What turn on? For what?&lt;br /&gt;50. How far would you go on a first date? : I'll tell you when I go on one...&lt;br /&gt;51. The PERSON you know who is...&lt;br /&gt;Funniest : Well...a lot actually. I'll name one. My AddMaths teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Happiest : Em...Mei Ying. Never seen her mad before.&lt;br /&gt;Strangest : "Stationaries"&lt;br /&gt;Most Caring : Em...I dunno lar.&lt;br /&gt;Tallest : Audrey L., Sat, who else? Whoever as tall as them.&lt;br /&gt;Smartest : Piriya.&lt;br /&gt;Best All Around Person : Em...my teddy bear?? ^^"&lt;br /&gt;52. Which 5 people do you trust and are open with the most? : 2 or 3 only. But...best..Farah Azwin!!!&lt;br /&gt;53. What do you think of soul mates? : I'll tell you when I find mine.&lt;br /&gt;54. Is it right to flirt if you have a bf/gf? : Nope nope.&lt;br /&gt;55. What was the last thing you cried over or got teary about? : You don't wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;56. What's something about guys/girls you don't get? : Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;57. Are you happy? : Yup yup...!&lt;br /&gt;61. Silver or gold : Silver&lt;br /&gt;62. Diamond or pearl: Diamond!&lt;br /&gt;63. Sunset or sunrise : Well...both!&lt;br /&gt;64. Have you ever gone skinny-dipping (to swim in the nude): No way.&lt;br /&gt;65. Do you sleep with stuffed animals: Yup yup!!&lt;br /&gt;66. Do you have any piercings? : One on each ear.&lt;br /&gt;68. What song are you listening to right now? : At the beginning (Donna Lewis &amp;amp; Richard Marx). Now changing to Dearest (Ayumi M.)&lt;br /&gt;70. Where would you want to go on your honeymoon? : Lol...em. Japan, Paris, practically, the whole world!&lt;br /&gt;71. Who do you want to spend the rest of your life with? : I'll answer this after 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;72. What's your favourite sport? : Basketball and swimming. Oh, and cycling.&lt;br /&gt;74. What makes you happy? : CHOCOLATE!&lt;br /&gt;75. What's the next cd/s you're gonna get/buy? : none&lt;br /&gt;76. Do u wear contacts or glasses? : Glasses&lt;br /&gt;77. What's the best advice given to you? : Can’t remember.&lt;br /&gt;78. Have you ever won any special awards? : Well...not really.&lt;br /&gt;79. What are your future goals? : The road is not clear yet.&lt;br /&gt;80. Worst sickness u ever had : ALL TYPES of sickness.&lt;br /&gt;81. Do you like funny or scary movies better? : Funny&lt;br /&gt;82. On the phone or in person? : In person&lt;br /&gt;83. Hugs or Kisses? : Both.&lt;br /&gt;84. What song seems to reflect you the most? : Hmm...good question.&lt;br /&gt;85. If you die tomorrow who would u leave everything u own to? : My family (duh)&lt;br /&gt;86. Do u have any enemies? : Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;87. What is your greatest fear? : Fear&lt;br /&gt;88. Would you rather be rich or famous? : Rich.&lt;br /&gt;89. What time is it in Albania now? : Ask yourself&lt;br /&gt;90. Have you ever been in love? : Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;93. When was the last time you talked to the person that you like : ^^" Must you know?&lt;br /&gt;96. Do u have any pets? : Yeah, tortoise.&lt;br /&gt;97. Are you an alcoholic? : Nope.&lt;br /&gt;98. Who sent this to you? : Got it from Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;99. What do you think of this person : COOL.&lt;br /&gt;100. Do you want your friends to write back?: Write back? You can have THIS in your blog. I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most boring thingy I've ever done. Oooo..wait I've got one even more "cool".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-112489613434712477?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112489613434712477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=112489613434712477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112489613434712477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112489613434712477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/08/boredoms-survey.html' title='Boredom&apos;s survey.'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-112446836213336260</id><published>2005-08-19T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T00:19:22.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UBS Farewell Party 2005</title><content type='html'>Finally, it's all over! Though I do missed the Form 5's and the whole party thing. Despite the major food crisis that happened during the party. Everything went well as planned. Just some over-budgeting in food department. But nevermind that, the food was o.k. Just the pizzas that created all the problems. Hish...really made me worried sick! Everyone was done with their spaghetti and the pizzas have not arrived. Then, they made some really stupid fuss outside when they refused to give us compensation for waiting almost 2 hours!!! THe horror of it. But, the games were quite a success. Cleaning wasn't too bad either. Attendance...complete rubbish. They are sooooooooo gonna get it from Pn. Song. Whoever who did not turn up today. Especially form 2's and 3's. Thank god, everyone paid! No, wait. Ebbe didn't! He's supposed to pay...oh, he's so gonna get it from me!!! My door-keeper but he himself did not pay! Geramnya....!!! Okok...well, I didn't mean to but I skived my Moral and Physics class today! AGAIN! I feel so bad! I'm supposed to do presentation for Physics and yet, I've made my group suffered. Haihz. But, I was cleaning and helping out for the Farewell Party. ISyk...isyk! Hmm...practically..my whole day was lighten up by the presence of my 2 really cute nephews! My nephew actually talked to me again!!! He called me! And he was concerned when I wanted to head back to my room! Yippee!!! So happy! Oopsie...gotta chow now! Bye bye! May the force be with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-112446836213336260?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112446836213336260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=112446836213336260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112446836213336260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112446836213336260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/08/ubs-farewell-party-2005.html' title='UBS Farewell Party 2005'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-112394968260036905</id><published>2005-08-13T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T00:14:42.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty, tired, exhausted, bored...wth?</title><content type='html'>Today was supposed to be AS NORMAL AS USUAL. But no, fate had to mess it up for me. My day started normally. REally normal. After tuition, went for lunch. Oh god, I've waited for aged for my food to come. Turns out: the waitress forgotten to write down my order. How awful can that be? It wouldn't be bad if I don't have an appointment with my dentist. My appointment is at 3 pm. My food arrived (with endless apologies) AT 3 pm. What more, I had to wolf down my food without giving any splendid thoughts. Not only that, I was FORCED to finish up my order, THEN continue wolfing down my sister's leftovers. We don't want to waste you see...but my sister don't even bother. So, me..being the dustbin..(growing fatter and fatter everyday...), you get my drift. I reached the dentist's office at about 3.30 pm. Hmm, a 10-minutes of painful experience. Lol...was joking. Not that painful. I was doing filling you see. So...only the part where he drills god knows what was painful. Bla bla..next stop was at Great Eastern Mall. It's supposed to be a complete cycle of happiness as I get to buy another book...but this is different: 3 books in a set...! And it's about RM20 cheaper! So, yeah, happy go lucky me. Until my sister...my 'beloved' sister had to make a scene with my mum. She got SOOOOOO mad at mummy for not allowing her to buy a mechanical pencil which costs RM 5.50...heck..my pencils were so much cheaper than hers. And, she made a whole scene by saying that my mum was unfair for allowing me to buy my book which costs so much more. Out of anger, my mum changed her mind and tried cancelling the payment. I was...shocked and hurt. So, without thinking I told her that she was unfair and that just because of one pencil, I get involved. In the end, my mum changed her mind again and resume the payment. After that, she didn't talk to us both. I felt so guilty after the whole thing. I wished she had stopped me earlier from buying the book and I wouldn't have made a scene too. Now, I'm so sad. On our way home, I realised how tired and exhausted I was. I didn't know that excitement + shock + anger + guilty = tiredness and exhaustion. Now, things are normal once more. My sis still refused to talk to my mum directly. And during dinner, she said something very hurtful that I was SOOOO glad that mummy wasn't there when she said it. It's something that, even I, as her sister felt ashamed of. I won't say it here. It's bad enough when I heard it, what more tell the whole world about it. Besides all of the above, I still haven't get to stay firm and confirm tuitions for physics and chemistry. My dear 'brother', Louis, is driving me up the wall because of his undecided decisions. Guys...all the same. *shakes head*. He even accused me of not telling him that one of our friend is not taking these two subjects, well, honestly, it was him who told me that he knew our friend's secret of dropping the subjects or something. How dared he accused me of being to sleepy that time and slow? Mengada gila...hish hish...LolZ! At this moment, my sister fell asleep on my bed...and she just mumbled something weird. Dream-talking. Ha ha ha...oh, alright. I think I bother you lot enough with my day. How about yours? Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`zunny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-112394968260036905?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112394968260036905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=112394968260036905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112394968260036905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112394968260036905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/08/guilty-tired-exhausted-boredwth.html' title='Guilty, tired, exhausted, bored...wth?'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-112385870427456113</id><published>2005-08-12T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T22:58:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin!</title><content type='html'>This is the most challenging blog skin-changing I've ever done! Well, cracking my head over the modifying and stuff...this is a nice one. Oh well, just to tell you that school had been closed for the past two days...started on Thursday. Announcement about the holiday was made on Weds...at 3 pm!!! My god. Pity those people who went to school the next day not knowing a thing about the hols. But, come to think of it...it's your own fault that you did not listen to the news at 8pm the night before. Wakakakakkaa...love to do that to people who blame others for these kinda things. Today was as ordinary as ever. Time flew really fast and before I know it, piano lesson finished and the sun was setting. Sighz...how I wish the haze is gone. The pros and cons of haze and holidays. . . I would love to tell you about MY point of view about this matter. But too bad, I'm TOO bored. And lazy nonetheless. Haihz. It's already Friday. Something is bugging me. I don't know if I should do it or not. Should I...or should I not? Some things...decisions are useless either way. Oh well, will tell you one day. If you're blur, that's the way it's supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'zunny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-112385870427456113?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112385870427456113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=112385870427456113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112385870427456113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112385870427456113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-skin.html' title='New Skin!'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-112342737894598154</id><published>2005-08-07T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T23:09:43.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mixed feelings"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm having mixed feelings right now. Don't ask why. Nvm, there's change our topic. Right. Nothing interesting today. Just that, there's no tuition this weekend. That's new. Lol. By the way, Friday was AGM day for Pusat Sumber Sekolah. Congrats to Pei Kit and your two new penolong plus your AJKS..bla bla...he he...hope you'll do us some justice and..'destroy' unnecessary rules!..hmm, well...praticallly the whole day I was so bored. UBS Farewell Party is looming. And I'm going to collect $$ tomorrow from all the members (exclude the Form 5's). He he..please note that I will bring a hammer with me (literally!!!) to whack those people who refuse to pay...and fail to pay in time. He he he...I can get pretty aggresive when I want to. Oh well, it's getting late. Will update soon. Before I forget, I'm changing the layout again. I guess. If I find the right one. Wish me luck. Bye-bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-112342737894598154?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112342737894598154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=112342737894598154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112342737894598154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112342737894598154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/08/mixed-feelings.html' title='&quot;Mixed feelings&quot;'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-112325367995274702</id><published>2005-07-30T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T22:54:39.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My sister...my 12-year-old sister, well, is 12 today. HA HA HA. She invited a whole bunch of lil' people to our house. At first, I wasn't too keen...you know, sick people wouldn't like themselves to be disturbed by naive young kids. So well, I was being all 'sad and sick', so that they would not think of kacau-ing me. When they came in...hate to admit this but...i got almost well...'cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. THEY'RE SO CUTE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. Too bad, I luv kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. Positive thinking! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;oh well. the end. nothing much else. bye-bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-112325367995274702?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112325367995274702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=112325367995274702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112325367995274702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112325367995274702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-sis.html' title='My sis...'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-112221862519735871</id><published>2005-07-24T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:23:49.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY IS BLOGGIE'S BDAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;PPL!!! I ALMOST FORGOT~ TODAY IS MY BEUATIFUL BLOGGIE'S BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Exactly a year! Gosh..how fast time flies...? *tears*.....Happie Birthday to you..happie birthday to you..happie birthday to bloggie..happie birthday to you...! Muakx!!! Luv ya so much bloggie. Have a wonderful day..(though i doubt that)...anyway! Thx for caring n 'listening' to me all these while...i won't forget you in a hurry. Oopsie. Getting late! C ya bloggie...nitez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-112221862519735871?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112221862519735871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=112221862519735871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112221862519735871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112221862519735871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/07/today-is-bloggies-bday.html' title='TODAY IS BLOGGIE&apos;S BDAY!!'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-112221619732460489</id><published>2005-07-24T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T22:43:20.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a week?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I think my blog entries these a days are shorter and mostly rubbish. Let's just say...I'm not THAT keen to share what's been happening in my life lately. Mainly because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1) i'M too lazy to blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2) Nothing interesting happening now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3) Bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4) Bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5) Bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;SEE??? SEE WHAT I MEAN WHEN I TOLD YOU I'M BORED???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Okiez. Let's cut the crap. I think no one bothers checking my page now. All of my friends have their own lives you know. So anyone reading this must have really love me to keep supporting my activeness of my blog. Thanks to all the ppl out there supporting me. I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;"First of all....I would like to thank my parents for allowing me a blog. Then my friends who are reading this entrie at this moment. Lastly...I would like to thank myself..for being so kind to credit you guys." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm crying out loud right now. I shall never step foot on earth again. I shall cover my face with a bag so no one will recognize me. Ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - THE END OF STORY- - - - - - - - - - - - - - .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-112221619732460489?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112221619732460489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=112221619732460489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112221619732460489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112221619732460489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/07/once-week.html' title='Once a week?'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-112325214092398240</id><published>2005-07-24T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T22:29:00.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh, and I almost forgot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPIE BIRTHDAY TEDDY BEAR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(SZEMIN!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Muaks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-112325214092398240?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112325214092398240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=112325214092398240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112325214092398240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112325214092398240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh.html' title='Oh..'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-112152439185377294</id><published>2005-07-16T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T22:33:12.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm SOOOOOOOOO BORED! God save me! ANyway, Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Half-blood Prince is out. YAY!!! He he...most of you ppl are already bored ryte? I'm just here to fill up my time! My endless time! Lol...jkjk. Haihz. I think that's it for now. I'm going to go do something BETTER! He he...c yA~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-112152439185377294?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112152439185377294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=112152439185377294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112152439185377294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112152439185377294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/07/bored.html' title='BORED!'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-112038518606831490</id><published>2005-07-03T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T18:06:26.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyaz~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Everything's as normal as usual here. Except that I've changed my background music. It's from Casper The Movie. Or something similar. And the title is...: Remember Me This Way...by Jordan Hill. Well...if you here the actual music with the singer singing the song, you'll hear the niceness of this song. It's sort of instrumental. So...it's more to soft music playing...but..it's nice lar. Ha ha. Oh..PENILAIAN II IS CANCELLED!!! Thx to the choral speakers for national day..but no thx at the same time....cuz...means..I'll be too lazy to study! Lol...okok..I'll study...I'll study...Rytez...GTG now. Byez ppl! enjoy life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-112038518606831490?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112038518606831490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=112038518606831490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112038518606831490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/112038518606831490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/07/heyaz.html' title='Heyaz~'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-111953999068609116</id><published>2005-06-23T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:19:50.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Horror of Choir</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Thursday. My first impression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dread. Lazy. Oh no! So fast Thursday? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yupz. Today. Thursday. Pretty much nothing happened. Except it's Swan Boon's birthday! Yay! hEE Hee...Ryte. Results for the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chosen Ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;" for Choral Speaking to perform on National Day. Uh Huh...you guessed ryte...I didn't get in. Quite disappointed at first as I wanted to get in for the fun and the so-called rewards you can get by getting selected. But...what I found out soon put my interest in this Choral Speaking performance for this August...off. Well, here's what I found out about it..:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Date, time and place of practice: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Everday starting this coming Monday (27/6/05), 7 am - 1 pm. At Cochrane..(how do you spell..?) School, under the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Means: No School till August 31. Or somewhere that time. I don't remember. Extra classes will be provided. After school if I'm not mistaken. Oh, and another thing. You get paid RM6 for every practice you attend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sounds a lot like my choir practice. Goodness. Oh well, at first I really really wanted it. Then, when Sze Min actually offered me her place in exchange of her freedom from Choral Speaking, I started thinking. As in, really thinking whether is it all worth it to drop 2 months of studies just for this. I've made up my mind. I'm not doing it. Practically I didn't get selected..I just have to tell my poor teddy bear..that I'm sorry and she have to reject her place without a replacement. Sighz..poor teddy. *Sniff...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Rytez. After that, another horror begins. Choir IS performing on Hari Anugerah Cemerlang. 9th July 2005. Yupz. THe horror is...so many people that I KNOW will be watching. Lucky my mum said she might not come cuz she's too lazy! Love her for that! Lol...Okok..more tomorrow. Gotta dash! Byez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-111953999068609116?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/111953999068609116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=111953999068609116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/111953999068609116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/111953999068609116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/06/horror-of-choir.html' title='...Horror of Choir'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-111953842091800684</id><published>2005-06-22T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T22:53:40.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Model Kerjaya~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;YaY!!! We won!! SMKSBU won third place for MODEL KERJAYA!! Yeah! I'm so happie and proud! Devis Rocks! Power Point Presentation Rocks!! Yeah! Lol...Sorry. Still hyper after all that happened today. Gee...Anyway, it's all thanks to Jason &amp;amp; Jeff's work. The most ''tecno'' PP Presentation I've seen in my life. Very COOL! Besides certificate, we won MONEY back! Well, not much...but still! RM30. It's a lil' sad though. He he...We skipped school the whole day..but, lucky for me and Devis, the whole day our class was chaotic as there were no teachers! Except for English period [which I've heard there's HOMEWORK!-essay- i think...] Pn. Sheela is as nice as ever to help calm my class d0wn. LOL! Oh, well. Pretty much for today. More tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-111953842091800684?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/111953842091800684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=111953842091800684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/111953842091800684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/111953842091800684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/06/model-kerjaya.html' title='Model Kerjaya~'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-111911091962299811</id><published>2005-06-18T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T00:08:39.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haihz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Today was just like any normal day. Boring no doubt. After tuition, I went to Millie's sis wedding party. Very nice. Met Shanaz there. He probably was surprised meeting me there. Anyway, everything went pretty well. I went back, feeling a bit tired. THen, nothing happened. Sighz...Oh! Now I remember. I'm having "mental breakdown". Caused by overlapping of work to do that is running in my head like a filmstrip. Over and over again. No wonder some people can go mental. There's just too many things to be done!!! I can't imagine how I can finish all up when all my tuitions and choir practices are taking up all my time...gosh. Oops..gtg now. Happie Father's Day. Byez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-111911091962299811?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/111911091962299811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=111911091962299811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/111911091962299811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/111911091962299811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/06/haihz.html' title='Haihz...'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721898.post-111910982517093401</id><published>2005-06-17T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T23:50:25.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I’m so hurt. Why? Once again, my sis told me some people have been talking bad about me. My sister heard it herself. You know what hurts? The fact that it was librarians who were talking about me…and there were librarians that told other students (non – librarians)…bad stuff about me. THOSE people…talking about how I’m faking ‘myself’ like a goody, innocent girl so that I will get the post for the next librarian board. What do you think about it? I mean, if those people out there…who are all talking bad about me…thinking that I’m one of those who wants a post so much…forget it. If you want that post yourself, you are most welcomed to have it. I won’t rebut with you. You can take everything, like I care. If whoever you are, ever talked about me in this way before…reading this very post, you know what? I DON’T GIVE A DAMN! And I don’t care what you say cause I know I’m not acting for a post, I don’t need a post, and you don’t know me that well so just shut up and get a life. Just get out of my life and take all your rubbish talk with you. You can very well keep it. I don’t need this. Sorry people. I just hate it when people thinks I’m ‘acting’. It just …urgh! P*ss me off! (Excuse the language…) If you think you’re so smart…why not stand up and give a chance to yourself to take up that post instead of talking rubbish. *Breathe* Anyway, conclusion now, since I’ve relieved my deepest thoughts about those stuff…like KJH tells me to do….”WHATEVER!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721898-111910982517093401?l=zunsanwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/feeds/111910982517093401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7721898&amp;postID=111910982517093401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/111910982517093401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721898/posts/default/111910982517093401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zunsanwong.blogspot.com/2005/06/hurt.html' title='Hurt...'/><author><name>Zunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748577305115444840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s217/zunsanwong/Picture002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
