<?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-3598823245407513188</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:41:33.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life I'm Living</title><subtitle type='html'>Still have a long way to go...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561863647298834522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/StNQLkZj7qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ALJ3Hn3VDuc/S220/Forest+Flowers.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598823245407513188.post-7576916434388170173</id><published>2010-09-02T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T05:35:46.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You told me you loved me. Yes, I love you too.&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;You held up my hand, and said to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'You are my future, and I will be yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will take care of you forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't let your hands off mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to stick with you like a gum for my whole life.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not meant to be a commitment, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you said you couldn't promise me on that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because nobody was going to know what would be happening in the future, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our future.&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;You said you loved me with your life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes darling, I do know that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were always so good to me, cared for me, and spoiled me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't imagine how the world would be without your existance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you ask me now, whether if I would sacrifice for you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will say, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were always happy being together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least, this was how I felt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or have I mistaken it?&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;You were having lots of problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you did not tell me about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You still smile with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You joke with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And laugh with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You look so happy to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You hold my hand quietly, I sit by your side, with my eyes closed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I wish I did not see your redden, wet eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I wish I did not hear your nose sniffing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'What's wrong? Anything happened?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Nothing.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You smiled happily infront of me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and were being in pain behind my back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could see how tired you are from your eyes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you still wanted to stay with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You might be having your tears rolling down your cheeks right now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I will never know about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I wish you can share your problems with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I wish to be by your side right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I wish you know I do love you a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512288126627545298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TH-U2Ic9ANI/AAAAAAAAAE4/neZHx8rUmLs/s320/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love for you is this much :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just be happy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVESSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3598823245407513188-7576916434388170173?l=cheetan25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/feeds/7576916434388170173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-told-me-you-loved-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/7576916434388170173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/7576916434388170173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-told-me-you-loved-me.html' title='I Love U'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561863647298834522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/StNQLkZj7qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ALJ3Hn3VDuc/S220/Forest+Flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TH-U2Ic9ANI/AAAAAAAAAE4/neZHx8rUmLs/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598823245407513188.post-8774688323025097253</id><published>2010-07-29T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T03:53:45.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today is Thursday. Today's date is 29th July 2010. July is gonna end. August is arriving soon. I don't want to welcome August. August means Trial Exam. October means Final Exam. I'm afraid I would not live any longer. Maybe I would just go die. Urgh, emo emo comes again. Biology test tomorrow, who cares? Chemistry is super hard now. Physics with its crazy formulas. Forget about Maths and Thinking Skills. Curse Thinking Skills. Why does a college student's life has to be so hard? Cheeying, just stop complaining right now, useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology practical today. Observing trachea with its tissues, alveoli, artery and vein vessel walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TFFYqMI-2QI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8TbBBM1BgcY/s1600/DSC00366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TFFYqMI-2QI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8TbBBM1BgcY/s320/DSC00366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499274101832734978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the ciliated epithelial cells lining along the trachea.&lt;br /&gt;Our trachea is hairy. eww, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TFFYpzU-aTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aY_OuWk5brw/s1600/DSC00365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TFFYpzU-aTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aY_OuWk5brw/s320/DSC00365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499274095172151602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at my super scary big eye! With super big dark eyebag!&lt;br /&gt;And my point is, this thing is called hand lens. wow.&lt;br /&gt;Hand Lens. Magnifying glass is so commoners.&lt;br /&gt;lol so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598823245407513188-8774688323025097253?l=cheetan25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/feeds/8774688323025097253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2010/07/randomly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/8774688323025097253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/8774688323025097253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2010/07/randomly.html' title='Randomly'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561863647298834522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/StNQLkZj7qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ALJ3Hn3VDuc/S220/Forest+Flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TFFYqMI-2QI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8TbBBM1BgcY/s72-c/DSC00366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598823245407513188.post-653959347562139243</id><published>2010-07-29T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T03:29:38.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day 7/25</title><content type='html'>I am finally 18!!!! Honestly I am very happy and a little bit sad. I am very happy that I am finally eighteen! But at the same time, I AM AGING!!!! Time flies really fast! I still can remember my look when I was in primary. Childish, innocent and carefree. How I miss my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its okay! Human like me grow. And I know I can't turn back like last time. But I can make my childhood a special memory and I will bring it to to my grave till the very end in my life. Very soon I will reach to the end of my adolescent stage. So, three years more left before I officially turn into 21, I have to enjoy these last three years to the fullest!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, straight to the point now. My college friends are sooooo friendly!!!!!! They really touched me!! *tears* They knew my birthday was near and bring me out to celebrate. We went to Sunway Pyramid and bought a cake in the Bread Story. My college friends decorated the cake and we eat!! No lies. A very delicious cake! They are just so nice and kind and friendly and helpful and nice and friendly, aren't they? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TFFKnFSE8JI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uRBrgVy_IL0/s1600/34785_1160054617839_1722026120_308855_500409_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TFFKnFSE8JI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uRBrgVy_IL0/s320/34785_1160054617839_1722026120_308855_500409_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499258655289438354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the cake they decorated. Full of signatures. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TFFKmyI3LtI/AAAAAAAAAD4/50MzpFUDDZw/s1600/38665_411656208338_711018338_4806666_5641160_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TFFKmyI3LtI/AAAAAAAAAD4/50MzpFUDDZw/s320/38665_411656208338_711018338_4806666_5641160_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499258650150514386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks you all :) love you all!  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday fell on Sunday, family day, a perfect day for me to go out with my family to celebrate. But my parents were outstation on that day! So I decided to celebrate my birthday with my gang, my old friends. My best friends drove me to KL. We watched a movie, a very bad movie, thanks to ChunShin, and my bestest friend, Ren bought me cupcakes. And without James and Leng, that day wouldn't be any better. Love them lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TFFOumxNsVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jwiwjg3ERKU/s1600/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TFFOumxNsVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jwiwjg3ERKU/s320/DSC00362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499263182584000850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TFFUNMT8UeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1waFXopIfI4/s1600/DSC00363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TFFUNMT8UeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1waFXopIfI4/s320/DSC00363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499269205615989218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wahahah, I am so 18!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my birthday this year :)&lt;br /&gt;and oh yea, Vivianne, you still owe me one celebration!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598823245407513188-653959347562139243?l=cheetan25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/feeds/653959347562139243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-day-725.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/653959347562139243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/653959347562139243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-day-725.html' title='My Day 7/25'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561863647298834522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/StNQLkZj7qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ALJ3Hn3VDuc/S220/Forest+Flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TFFKnFSE8JI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uRBrgVy_IL0/s72-c/34785_1160054617839_1722026120_308855_500409_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598823245407513188.post-1053802281723386224</id><published>2010-06-11T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T09:52:46.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lavender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG I think I've just met the most handsome+hot+cute+lovely guy in my dull+boring life as far as I can remember!!!! Sorry, but I am very excited about it!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*SCREAMING TO THE TOP OF MY LUNGS*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I found him when I was watching a very old taiwanese drama today. Well, it wasn't me who started to watch it, it was my sister, that crazy girl. That taiwanese drama is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lavender, 薫依草&lt;/span&gt;. It was a super duper old drama. I remember the first time I watched it. I was only 10 or 11 (in Year 2003). And now, I watched it back. And I found him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not sure what is his real name. He's casting for the younger version of the main male character. From the drama, I can see that he was only in the age of 11 to 13, in the year of 2003 (I think). Seriously, go look for the drama and watch the first episode!!!!!!! Because he is there only in the first episode, well, he is just the younger version of the real main male character after all. But just the only episode, the only episode has already given me a very deep impression of him. I've never seen such a lovely boy before. How can I not know or notice about it when I watched this drama in seven years ago?!?!?!?!?! It's such a sin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And now, I met him. I tried to find who is he or what's his name, but I found non of these important infomation!!!!!! I am so sad!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HE IS SOOOOOOO LOOOOOVELY!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; I bet he is very very very very very very very very very very very very very (x1o to the power of infinity) handsome right now. OMG I think I am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;IN LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481551394591887890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TBJh82yyUhI/AAAAAAAAADw/CSCtlD1qOgk/s320/DSC00260.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;OMG, just look at him once I will fall in love once again. No kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481550730626404354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TBJhWNVFEAI/AAAAAAAAADo/JaeE5NSNHrs/s320/DSC00258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Okay, I did not capture his smile nicely for this picture. But it's okay, he is still LOVELY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481550187252780546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TBJg2lGtjgI/AAAAAAAAADg/V-9Gm8mkDtY/s320/DSC00259.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;May I know who are you exactly?? Please tell me..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, I took these pictures of him when I was watching the drama at YouTube. The video quality wasn't very good, with such low resolution. I feel so not satisfied. I want to find more about him!!! But there is NOTHING!!!! or I am not pro enough in researching? Maybe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In the drama, he is very protective to the girl(the younger version of the female main character) he likes, who always got bullied by some bitches. And then, the most lovely part is they made thier own promise to meet back again when they turn 20 as he had to migrate to another country. SO SAD!! Then the story just moves on to when they turned 20 and so on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The conclusion of me crapping so much here is, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HE IS SOOOOO HANDSOME!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; and I think I am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;IN LOVE&lt;/span&gt; with him!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;*SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS AGAIN*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598823245407513188-1053802281723386224?l=cheetan25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/feeds/1053802281723386224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2010/06/lavender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/1053802281723386224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/1053802281723386224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2010/06/lavender.html' title='Lavender'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561863647298834522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/StNQLkZj7qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ALJ3Hn3VDuc/S220/Forest+Flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TBJh82yyUhI/AAAAAAAAADw/CSCtlD1qOgk/s72-c/DSC00260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598823245407513188.post-6597199913740202735</id><published>2010-06-08T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T00:53:58.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since my blog looks so dull and boring, so I just randomly upload some pictures to make it look more, erm, lively and interesting? lol, I doubt that. &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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TA8wJ89pIPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UqqLHfOpZtY/s1600/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480652219074814194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TA8wJ89pIPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UqqLHfOpZtY/s320/DSC00174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TA8v92G5vuI/AAAAAAAAADI/Hn88fMW-hw0/s1600/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480652011076173538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TA8v92G5vuI/AAAAAAAAADI/Hn88fMW-hw0/s320/DSC00179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TA8vZakZ-9I/AAAAAAAAADA/Ae-GbOtoqGA/s1600/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480651385208437714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TA8vZakZ-9I/AAAAAAAAADA/Ae-GbOtoqGA/s320/DSC00176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peace* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TA8uyfu-ghI/AAAAAAAAACw/oudAUoC8jXk/s1600/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480650716580053522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TA8uyfu-ghI/AAAAAAAAACw/oudAUoC8jXk/s320/DSC00178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This reminds me of her. I wish she can always smile with me everyday. Like this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TA8ugi591HI/AAAAAAAAACo/KLkarKmO1yk/s1600/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480650408193807474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TA8ugi591HI/AAAAAAAAACo/KLkarKmO1yk/s320/DSC00184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This reminds me of him. Although he looks so much uglier than this :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TA8uS4p1I4I/AAAAAAAAACg/hivSvWHiDNc/s1600/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480650173513540482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TA8uS4p1I4I/AAAAAAAAACg/hivSvWHiDNc/s320/DSC00182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TA8uAG7wrsI/AAAAAAAAACY/sG12oS3at9Y/s1600/DSC00183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480649850929327810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TA8uAG7wrsI/AAAAAAAAACY/sG12oS3at9Y/s320/DSC00183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TA8trEOMwCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8bQcRtrHwmk/s1600/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480649489424105506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TA8trEOMwCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8bQcRtrHwmk/s320/DSC00180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This reminds me of them. We are always united and happy and peaceful and cute. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598823245407513188-6597199913740202735?l=cheetan25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/feeds/6597199913740202735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2010/06/since-my-blog-looks-so-dull-and-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/6597199913740202735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/6597199913740202735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2010/06/since-my-blog-looks-so-dull-and-boring.html' title='Random'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561863647298834522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/StNQLkZj7qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ALJ3Hn3VDuc/S220/Forest+Flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TA8wJ89pIPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UqqLHfOpZtY/s72-c/DSC00174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598823245407513188.post-8796893438938667054</id><published>2010-06-08T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T00:08:12.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Semester exam is finally here! And today's paper is Chemistry 1&amp;amp;2. No need to ask, I did it really badly. My yesterday's plan was not to sleep for the whole night and go for the paper in the next morning, then come back home to sleep like hell. And I failed to follow the plan. I went to sleep really early yesterday night. Both my eyes and brain couldn't bear any longer, I was so tired! Wanted to wake up early and continue my chemistry study, but I couldn't leave my comfortable bed even for just a second. So, I screwed up my chemistry paper today. I wonder if I can pass. Anyway, I feel so relieved and relax now! Chemistry finally is OVER!! As if the examination is already over, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's papers are Mathematics and Physics. Calculating and calculating. Formulas and formulas. More and more numbers. It is so lucky that calculator is invented.&lt;br /&gt;Biology paper is on Friday. Good.&lt;br /&gt;And then, EXAM WILL BE OVER!!!!! Followed up by HOLIDAYSSSS!!!!! oh man, I wish to be a student for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Okay cheeying, go study now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But but but... I am so tired. I want online first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;No buts! GO NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-.- FINE. I hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Newton's First Law &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Every body continues in its state of rest or uniform motion in a straight line unless a net external force acts on it to change that state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Newton's Second Law &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The rate of change of momentum of a body is directly prportional to the net force acting on it and takes place in the direction of the force. &lt;strong&gt;F=ma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Newton's Third Law &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When two bodies interact, they exert equal and opposite forces on one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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:#cc66cc;"&gt;What is weight? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-Weight is a type of force due to gravitational field on a mass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Principle of Conversation Of Momentum&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The total momentum of a system is constant(closed system), provided no external resultant force acts on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, Issac Newton is such a great man, with such great brain and creativity. I love Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I don't care okay. I hate Physics. I just want holiday now!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480666097739048418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TA88xzBDJeI/AAAAAAAAADY/ylzj0lpSut0/s320/sir_isaac_newton_1702.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Issac Newton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598823245407513188-8796893438938667054?l=cheetan25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/feeds/8796893438938667054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2010/06/chemistry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/8796893438938667054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/8796893438938667054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2010/06/chemistry.html' title='Chemistry!'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561863647298834522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/StNQLkZj7qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ALJ3Hn3VDuc/S220/Forest+Flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/TA88xzBDJeI/AAAAAAAAADY/ylzj0lpSut0/s72-c/sir_isaac_newton_1702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598823245407513188.post-4867971786845995103</id><published>2010-05-15T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:46:12.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Level Semester Exam</title><content type='html'>OMG the semester exam is here already!! So fast~!! Still left about one month, shoot.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is happening to me in these few weeks, I have been very emo, moody, lazy, and not interested in doing anything. This is seriously serious. I can't find any motivation at all. I can't believe this is happening to me. What is wrong with me??? Where is the old, confident, high-spirited, easily-impressed and happy chee ying gone to?? Oh nooooo... I cannot be like this anymore. I need to find myself back. I need to find my motivation back. I need to manage my time well. I need to start planning my future life already. No more staying at the same spot or looking backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time waits for no man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay time to get back to work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more watching TV!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more facebooking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more The Sims 3!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more anything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do homework and revision now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, I will go now :(&lt;br /&gt;okay bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598823245407513188-4867971786845995103?l=cheetan25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/feeds/4867971786845995103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2010/05/level-semester-exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/4867971786845995103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/4867971786845995103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2010/05/level-semester-exam.html' title='A Level Semester Exam'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561863647298834522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/StNQLkZj7qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ALJ3Hn3VDuc/S220/Forest+Flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598823245407513188.post-8265028888896986915</id><published>2010-05-15T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:29:59.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 First Times :)</title><content type='html'>In this year 2010, I'd experienced a lot of first times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First part-time job&lt;br /&gt;2. First time driving&lt;br /&gt;3. First time studying in a college&lt;br /&gt;4. First laptop&lt;br /&gt;5. First new phone of my own (soon)&lt;br /&gt;6. First time in a class which females dominate males&lt;br /&gt;7. First time doing experiments by my own :D&lt;br /&gt;8. First relationship&lt;br /&gt;9. First time finding the real importance of my family, and found myself love them more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;10. First time weighing 50kg (tears*)&lt;br /&gt;11. First time knowing that I suck at everything, lol.&lt;br /&gt;12. First successful 6Rose 2004 reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that these first times are not something special, but it actually tells out what have been happening around me this year and is worth to be written down :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is really meaningless. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598823245407513188-8265028888896986915?l=cheetan25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/feeds/8265028888896986915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2010/05/12-first-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/8265028888896986915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/8265028888896986915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2010/05/12-first-times.html' title='12 First Times :)'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561863647298834522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/StNQLkZj7qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ALJ3Hn3VDuc/S220/Forest+Flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598823245407513188.post-7552142122377466667</id><published>2010-04-03T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:30:16.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Age 18, 2010!</title><content type='html'>It's Year 2010 now! And is already in the month of April. New year always must have a new resolution! My new resolutions this year are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. Do well in my new college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;2. Get myself more girlfriends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Get a P License and DRIVE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working in Pizza Hut for two and a half month, finally I quit and went to find myself a suitable college to pursue my tertiary study. Decided to get into pre-university course, which is A Level, so finally i had made my mind to get into Taylors College in Subang Jaya. It is not bad, the class i got into is PM16! The subjects i'm taking are Biology, Chemistry, Physics, and Pure Mathematics. PM16 is not bad too, more girls are there, which already fulfilled my wish :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know if i can do well in my A Level, cause the maths is getting more and more complicated, Bio has got a lot of new and hard and unfamiliar terms, Chemistry teacher is quite boring, don't know what she is teaching about, Physics is always involved with a lot if complicated calculations which i can't figure out well. OH HEAVEN!!! HELP ME PLEASE!!! It's just the first week of my college, and I'm already in confusion state!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I failed my first driving test, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAILED&lt;/span&gt;. I failed in both road and the slope. I FAILED IN EVERYTHING. So i was just so sad that i don't feel like driving anymore in the rest of my life. Cause my college is already started, so i guess i have to postpone the second test to the semester holiday which falls on June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new A Level class is like so scary, there is a guy, dunno named what, got 10A+ and the rest are As. I think he took 13 subjects. And another guy, also dunno named what again, got 9A+ out of 9 subjects. And most of my classmates scored straight As, of course, excluding me. I can only manage to score 9As, with only 3A+. I know i suck. Anyway, I will be very very very glad and happy if i can manage to pass my semester exam in this June. God, I'm asking for PASS, and no more than that, so please bless me!! Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Homework: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;1. Bio presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2. Maths exercises (damn lot, shit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598823245407513188-7552142122377466667?l=cheetan25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/feeds/7552142122377466667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2010/04/age-18-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/7552142122377466667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/7552142122377466667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2010/04/age-18-2010.html' title='Age 18, 2010!'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561863647298834522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/StNQLkZj7qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ALJ3Hn3VDuc/S220/Forest+Flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598823245407513188.post-3161340954366137711</id><published>2009-12-27T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T11:30:52.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM</title><content type='html'>I know the date shouldn't be on above, cause SPM is already OVER. I mean OVER a long time ago. But I wanna take down how I actually can survive through these torturing days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEFORE SPM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once I was studying sejarah late at night, and I got so frustrated about it as everything I studied couldn't go into my head. I didn't know how to do the subjective and the essay questions in the workbook. I didn't know what happened to myself at that time, maybe too stress, my head got dizzy and painful, suddenly felt really down, really upset, felt like ending everything. And that was only one way, killing myself. That was what in my head. It would be so good if I can escape everything. Can I kill myself. I wanna cry, but no tears were coming out. My, that was the most and the only suffering moment which I'd ever been through.&lt;br /&gt;At last, I forced myself to calm down, and I put a lot of effort on that. Then, I start writing out the sejarah notes, writing hardly on the papers. Soon after that, I felt a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;A few days before SPM, I found a guy, named Andrew Pua's blog. He wrote a lot of good and meaningful things. And I found one of his sentences:&lt;br /&gt;  "其实失败是上帝赐给我们的礼物，上帝要透过这方式让我们更加对上帝有信心，同时上帝要我们从挫折中不断的磨练，学习。"&lt;br /&gt;which means failure is a gift from God, through this method, we can be more confident to God, and He wants us to learn from our mistakes and practise more. After I had seen this sentences, I told myself not to be so greedy. Since there was no much time left, I will just have to try my very best. I won't ask for straight A's, I will just try my best. Its okay if I get terrible results, I can at least know where is my best level, and work harder for better level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DURING SPM&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I was really scared on the first day, after that I felt more relax and felt like doing normal exam in the school. And it was not good, I know. After days by days, papers by papers, I actually started to feel so sick of SPM. I was counting down to the end of it. Honestly, that way actually made me feel better and stress-free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598823245407513188-3161340954366137711?l=cheetan25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/feeds/3161340954366137711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2009/12/spm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/3161340954366137711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/3161340954366137711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2009/12/spm.html' title='SPM'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561863647298834522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/StNQLkZj7qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ALJ3Hn3VDuc/S220/Forest+Flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598823245407513188.post-3944959156948253692</id><published>2009-10-10T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T04:26:05.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, the first post!</title><content type='html'>Yay, the first post! Since this is the very first post in my blog, I'm going to write down what happened today in my life =) Yes, I do know that we should introduce ourselves first in our very first post, but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at what time today? No. I didn't wake up today, cause I didn't sleep for last night at all! I was studying for the undang test which I was going to take this morning. I started my study at 1.00am last night, and cant believe that I have to take so much time to complete the whole syllabus! Then, when I got ready for everything and planned to go for the test at 7.40am, what gave me a shock was daddy actually left me behind and gone! OHMY, the problem was, WHO IS GOING TO TAKE ME THERE?? How can he do this to me? I felt like crying at that moment, thinking, "he is such a bad person! can't believe that he actually do this to me!"Okay, let's look over the matter, I told him that we should go out at 7.30am in the morning as the test starts at 8.00am. And this morning he was waiting for me, and I was late for just 10minutes! 10 minutes ONLY! He just can't wait for her daughter for the darn 10 minutes!!!!!Feeling disappointed, I decided not to do it today already. Then, mother scolded me for not being punctual, and at last, she herself took me there. Luckily, I can still made it in time, thankgod!I was so nervous about the test, cause I just started studying last night and can't be confident about passing. Surprisingly, without the confidence, I passed the test. Yes, I know, it is very normal to pass the test, but I just can't help to feel relieved and happy, YAY =DHaha, it seems like I have made another small step towards getting the driving license! GOOD~Yea, I remembered what mother scolded me today. She said I am always like that, taking things as lightly and easy. I mean, I always make ppl to wait for me, not being punctual. I understand, and I am trying to work on it already. I have to admit that this is one of my weaknesses. The worst thing about me, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, I did not take this word - puntuality seriously. What was on my mind is, "Oh, I'm sorry that I am late, but I got excuses, please forgive me." I got a lot of scolding from my friends, family and even the teachers. I had been having this thought in me, which is "I'm just late, it doesn't really hurt to wait, right? Well, I don't mind waiting." Terrible, right? After getting so many troubles and scoldings, I finally learnt the lesson, and have been trying to correct this habit of mine. I can't say that I have completely corrected this habit, but I am improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puntuality is very important. It is like a rule which we follow so that our plans are working in the right way, in the right time. Peaple don't mind waiting, but they may feel that they are not respected, cause making ppl to wait is very RUDE. Once you make ppl to wait, they will lose the trust on you once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3598823245407513188-3944959156948253692?l=cheetan25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/feeds/3944959156948253692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2009/10/yay-first-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/3944959156948253692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598823245407513188/posts/default/3944959156948253692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheetan25.blogspot.com/2009/10/yay-first-post.html' title='Yay, the first post!'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561863647298834522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXAhKoZg_Xc/StNQLkZj7qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ALJ3Hn3VDuc/S220/Forest+Flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
