<?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-4782694562862399440</id><updated>2012-02-07T05:03:14.808+08:00</updated><category term='exam'/><category term='fuck'/><category term='advice'/><category term='3A'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='stress'/><category term='movies'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='teresians'/><category term='music'/><category term='event'/><category term='band'/><category term='life'/><category term='josephians'/><category term='crap'/><category term='study'/><category term='4A'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='brothers'/><category term='fun'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='pest'/><category term='love'/><category term='drumline'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Picking Up Where I've left Off</title><subtitle type='html'>Going through our busy life, we might 'drop' a fraction of our memories. They may seem small, useless or plain. But as time bound us into its arm, we will figure out how important those things are to us. 

So, I'm picking up where I've left off...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-29317496663692116</id><published>2010-03-05T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:50:10.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I was tagged by Martha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the game the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time : 1936&lt;br /&gt;Name : Adnan Zaki Bunyamin bin Abdullah&lt;br /&gt;Sisters : 4&lt;br /&gt;Brothers : 0&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size : 8 or 10&lt;br /&gt;Height : 185cm...i know...too short..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live : kuching&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drinks : Green TEA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast : non...i NEVER had any breakfast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane : yea&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school : Never...&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart : I don't know...is she?&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair : yea...in kindy&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone and waiting for someone to call : never&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like : Big enough to fit me, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you : My two adopted 'children' (phone)&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate : Oreo biscuits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had ;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox : yea.&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat : Having it right now...=.=&lt;br /&gt;Stitches : No&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose : Never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight : no.&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics : yea!&lt;br /&gt;Who was, were the last person;you danced with : Ian and Edmund!&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile : Ian and Edmund..haha...we're friends!&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at : Edmund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you ;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like : i only talk to people i like, so, yeah. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone : noooooo&lt;br /&gt;Get sick : sore throat...so yea.&lt;br /&gt;To to an ex : to to an ex? apa tu?&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone : yes. the special someone.&lt;br /&gt;Eat : i eat like every second of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world : being with people that i love...my friends and all...&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals : no..i have none.&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed : books...magazine....dust...'woogy-man'&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate : I won't tell&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now : 2234...*what a difference of time here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things i was doing 10 years ago&lt;br /&gt;1. that time i was in primary one&lt;br /&gt;2. rasa bijak&lt;br /&gt;3. rasa cute&lt;br /&gt;4. like Martha, i was actually smart 10 years ago. Don't know where all the smartness went to...&lt;br /&gt;5. joined the tae kwon doe, manage to get the blue belt...then quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today&lt;br /&gt;1. none.&lt;br /&gt;2. go play viola&lt;br /&gt;3. play the piano&lt;br /&gt;4. drive the car&lt;br /&gt;5. study a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks i enjoy&lt;br /&gt;1. Canteen's poppiah&lt;br /&gt;2. Green tea..&lt;br /&gt;3. tao kei noi seaweed&lt;br /&gt;4. Keropok ikan&lt;br /&gt;5. Anything that's yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things i would do if i were a billionaire&lt;br /&gt;1. buy new viola&lt;br /&gt;2. buy a keyboard...&lt;br /&gt;3. change all the piano string&lt;br /&gt;4. finish my viola studies&lt;br /&gt;5. save for later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits&lt;br /&gt;1. procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;2. i can't keep my thoughts about someone to myself&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm too loud&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm kindda lazy when it comes to studies&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm TOO sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places i have lived in&lt;br /&gt;1. Imperial hotel&lt;br /&gt;2. my cousin's house in Perak&lt;br /&gt;3. my aunt's house in KL&lt;br /&gt;4. MY OWN HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;5. My own room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people i'm tagging is&lt;br /&gt;None...i'm ending this torture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-29317496663692116?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/29317496663692116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=29317496663692116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/29317496663692116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/29317496663692116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2010/03/cause-i-was-tagged-by-martha.html' title='Cause I was tagged by Martha...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-1420000521443135042</id><published>2010-01-18T15:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:11:45.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teresians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='josephians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>A journey end right..</title><content type='html'>Right now, I'm feeling very weird. I've always had this little spark of anxiety almost everyday. But weird enough, I feel very calm and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went as easy as it should be. Right now I'm listening to Alison Krauss' Carolina in My Mind. It's a very nice and soothing song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/S1QUPxGE9gI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HdumJgknNS4/s1600-h/allison_k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/S1QUPxGE9gI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HdumJgknNS4/s320/allison_k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427985711997711874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alison Krauss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A little introduction for the year 2010 (Wow..ten years after the millennium...)&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently still in St. Joseph &lt;s&gt;still&lt;/s&gt; . I never thought of changing school, not at all. I'm pretty much as happy a cat found fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in the band. Yea, you guys would've think that, "Have I no life?!" As the matter of fact, I do have a life, and its with my band boys. Don't think that I'm that blind, ok? I'm sane and obviously still alive. So, figure the maths yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to my musical life, I decided to pause my music activity for now. I'll continue my viola and piano lesson after SPM (?). I'm not sure about that. But for the time being, I'm playing music by ear. (I know its a disgrace to play by ear, but I can't help it..) I found music with chords then I play it on the piano. With improvisations of course. I hope anyone out there can help me on much detailed improvisation. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm looking for more violist in Kuching. I hope to meet up more violist from the local community. Currently, I only know 5 violist in Kuching. Only 3 of them are originally violist while the other 2 were 'celup-ed' ones. Yea, 'former' violinist. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes Master, Olivia is the ori ones.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm off to some place better. So, look out world, super dody is coming to town. Living life with no regrets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-1420000521443135042?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/1420000521443135042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=1420000521443135042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/1420000521443135042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/1420000521443135042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2010/01/journey-end-right.html' title='A journey end right..'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/S1QUPxGE9gI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HdumJgknNS4/s72-c/allison_k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-7031405984066917566</id><published>2010-01-17T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:32:15.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drumline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='josephians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>A breath of the lips of the universe.</title><content type='html'>A few weeks had passed unnoticed. I'm going through a metamorphosis phase. I'm trying to change for the better or maybe for the worse, that'll be my options to choose. I'm not blaming anyone on my wretched luck, but I'm blaming myself. Okey? Get it? Let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band practice has start since the first week of school. First mission? Recruitment drive. We had practices a few days before the drive and a few hours before it too. The results? Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice practice &lt;s&gt; NOT&lt;/s&gt; . Though it was a tiring one, I'm still happy to be around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at all the ex-members, I see faces, darkened by idleness.  Nah, I'm not gonna talk about them anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, my back hurts, TOO BAD! It's like I've been doing stretching the whole week. I can't imagine how Fernandez feels right now. Must've been hell of a night. I got a junior, his name? Fernandez..ermm...Fernandez what? I don't know. Go ask his brother, Louis. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is fine. I'm meant, real good. Friends I found everywhere. Not that I condemned my last class, but that's the fact of it. I hate that class. Yea I made a couple of good friends, but a man gotta do what a man gotta do in times of trouble, MAKE THE RIGHT DECISION.&lt;br /&gt;The teachers in my new class are good. They teach us well, and answer our every little 'bonus' questions. And one more thing, I decided to sit right in front of the class. So, deal with my tall-ness. Ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/S1KEVy-uFNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z4rGBRdpWBE/s1600-h/school_choice2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/S1KEVy-uFNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z4rGBRdpWBE/s320/school_choice2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427546010931827922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get my head ready for the conviction...*nah..!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-7031405984066917566?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/7031405984066917566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=7031405984066917566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/7031405984066917566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/7031405984066917566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2010/01/breath-of-lips-of-universe.html' title='A breath of the lips of the universe.'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/S1KEVy-uFNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z4rGBRdpWBE/s72-c/school_choice2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-4360406335162235336</id><published>2009-12-29T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:05:52.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28122009 2357</title><content type='html'>My current affection...none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month *or more* with no updates...here i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's like one of those nights that I'll feel the urge to blog. I'm full of surprises..*u know that don't you?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight. I've got to admit, that movie is awesome. Used to hate it. Wondering why every one love it so God-damn much. Now I've seen it myself, I'll make sure the third movie is in my list of ' Must-See Movies'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just got back from the KL trip. It was a long trip anyway. Can't bother much to talk about it. But as this post goes on, I'm sure I'll slip it into it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing those instruments are supposed to be an easy task. But when your 'supposedly-be-there' box is gone, your hopes crumble, and vanished right between your eyes. Yes, I lost my box. That was the only thing that got me going that day. Looking around, searching for the box. My drums are not really the type of drum that could fit in any box you know. You have to cut it, to fit it in...*duh*. Now I really wonder what happen to that box anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to airport the next day. It was a long day, literally. Stranded at the airport, with cancelled air tickets...beat that! We're not even in KL yet. But thanks to one of the member's mum, its all settled. Never thought that 'his' mum could be a saviour. But thanks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the hostel, (Alam Shah Science School) at around 7 or 8 p.m.. When I reach our room, Joo Lung showed me the 'bad news'. Our fourth bass drum's rim is broken. Really wondered how that happened. Was it our fault or the MAS' fault? Case left unsolved anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days passed through a lot of memory banks. I'll miss it..seriously. Its one of those memories that I'll care...not as much as the 2007 KLWMBC memories of course. That's a true nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back to Kuching, i fell sick. One of the worst in my life. Still can't figure out what it was actually. My head was spinning around like a merry-go-round. In the plane, i tried to vomit it out, but nothing came out. Haha. Weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on as usual after that. Back to boringness and stupidity to the max. I can't believe how much I've gotten over that 'person'. I'm sure this is all just another hallucination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can cause so much pain in our heart. How I was naive to fall into it, better luck next time. I'm thinking, SINGLE but not available. What do you guys think? Pop up some opinions. Let's discuss this 'matter-of-the-heart'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year is coming soon. Oh! Before I forgot, Salam Maal Hijrah to all my muslim friends out there. I know it's kindda too late. *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, school's starting too. I'm looking out to studying...*total hypocrite..*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-4360406335162235336?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/4360406335162235336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=4360406335162235336' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/4360406335162235336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/4360406335162235336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2009/12/28122009-2357.html' title='28122009 2357'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-2086899985720052418</id><published>2009-11-13T08:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:16:41.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='josephians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teresians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Tired...Still breathing.</title><content type='html'>I'm alive!&lt;br /&gt;Still alive..*duh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's going to be the day, for the Majlis Penangguhan Safari Membaca 2009. And this is my second performance as a violist! YEAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice was tiring and torturing. My fingers are hardened due constant playing. I can see that it's a little bluish. And that sums up when an amateur like me tries to play the violincello. Like OMG! It's very tiring. But i love the sweetness and mellow sound of it. Not to turn my back on my viola of course. I still love my viola..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that i learnt from this whole experiance is that KUCHING NEEDS MORE VIOLIST!!! rather than having more violinist. And I can see that I'm the only Malay, Muslim, in the string line and the ONLY VIOLIST FOR THIS FREAKIN' ORCHESTRA!!! That's no fun at all. *believe me..* And another trivia is that I'm the only muslim to play the viola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to know more friends by the way. Ashley 'Bashley' Ng from the cello line. She's kindda messed up i guess, thanks to Amanda 'si gila' Thian. I like her chill attitude before getting 'infected' by Amanda. Haha. Don't laugh at this one Ash. Amanda on the other hand is the crazy teenage girl who's mental is slightly of centre. I'd say she's one crazy cellist. But I know she's very talented. Blueh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Liaw, another cellist. He's form one, from S.M.K Sungai Maong. Lately he's getting more social and start laughing when Ash and I were playing jokes on Amanda. * sounds sadistic to me..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, sitting next to me is the talented 15 years old violinist, Julia Peter. She is a Eurasian *beat that Kevin!* But people claimed that she's Indian. Believe me, she doesn't look like one though. She's friendly, loud and happening everytime. Blurry at times though. Then, we have Mr. Doron Teh. A Josephian and an ex-member of St. Joseph's Band. Very quirky though. Haha. He'll be smiling and give me that 'Doron-face' of his. Then, his sister Caryl Teh, sitting next to him. She's like the smallest thing in the whole orchetra. So small, adorable but not to be taken lightly. Well, she's 12 and she already have a crush...*woohoo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on and on. People from all walks of life come together for this one performance and I 'm proud to be one of them. What more to do when you're the ONLY violist in the whole orchestra. *Olivia! You owe me something for this!* Beautiful minds work together and that shows how united we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear friends who's going through heartbreaks, get over it. I know i did...long time ago. It's not the end, it's merely a new beginning. Start a new life and it shall lead you up to somewhere better. I'm not talking from experiance though. Mine's a pure failure. But i'm sure everything will turn out as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll be getting ready for the performance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-2086899985720052418?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/2086899985720052418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=2086899985720052418' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/2086899985720052418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/2086899985720052418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2009/11/tiredstill-breathing.html' title='Tired...Still breathing.'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-363518579972458539</id><published>2009-11-01T12:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T12:51:37.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='josephians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drumline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>Get over it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/Su0QBlGXw0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/7c5BWHgLvMY/s1600-h/8831_1155696090443_1168932093_389799_1860699_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398989147611841346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/Su0QBlGXw0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/7c5BWHgLvMY/s320/8831_1155696090443_1168932093_389799_1860699_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blog is dead~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of things had happened this few weeks. I'm still alive, walking on this green grass of home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired of course, and a little bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup, that's me, with my viola. Thanks to Alyss for that 'wonderful' picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You guys can see how bad my posture is while playing the viola. Hah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next event, well I'm not quite sure of what it is, but i'm pretty sure it'll be fun as always. I'm looking forward to that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next week is still exam week. Blueh~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I see the form 3s are enjoying their 'holiday'. NOT! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seems that the principal is not going to let them go after three years of studying for that 5 days of horror. Like hello? What else can they do in school? You're gonne let them smoke around behind the stadium, watching 'weird' stuff and all. Lucky that my batch we're given permission to skip school after the PMR last year. And God, we had so much fun. Sorry kids, its just not your thing huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Band is coming up, we're looking forward for another great year ahead. But before that, let me introduce some of the leaders for next year...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afternoon Supervisor : Muhd. Shahiran&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Section leaders : Flutes - Sebastian Tan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                              Clarinets - Camilus Caem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                              Saxophones - 'idk'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                              Horns and Trumpets - Bertrand Albert Jugah and Jeffrey Mark Law&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                              Trombones - Stanton Tan &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                               Euphonium - Nasrullah Yusup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                               Tubas - *i cant remember his name*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                               Drumline - Raphael Isaiah (clap clap)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Welfare Committe: Abdul Waie bin Abdul Rahman&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                  Faizul Zuraimi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                  Shilton Speilberg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marking Committe : Brendan Albert Jugah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                     Louis Vissal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fitness Committe : Drum majors&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Secretariates : Luke Kennedy Sia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                          Timothy Ng Jun Jia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                          Sebastian Tan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drum Majors : Jordan Wee Yang Yaw and ***** **** ********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assistant drum major : Frederick Toh Wen Fu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Band Major : Jeffrey Mark Law &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assistant Band Major : Ian Rino &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good Luck to all leaders. *except me*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gosh, I must be very bored right now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-363518579972458539?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/363518579972458539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=363518579972458539' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/363518579972458539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/363518579972458539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2009/11/get-over-it.html' title='Get over it...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/Su0QBlGXw0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/7c5BWHgLvMY/s72-c/8831_1155696090443_1168932093_389799_1860699_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-8130712257635141736</id><published>2009-09-30T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:11:47.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='josephians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teresians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>Drive me baby!!</title><content type='html'>Yup, the tittle says it all. I'm finally 'car-literate'. &lt;s&gt; if there is such word&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can drive a car. Yeay me! *boo* And I had my first car trouble this evening. Yup, BOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the petrol station when it all happened. After filling up the petrol tank, I turn the ignition on, but the car won't start up at all. I figured that it might be the usual 'dead-for-a-while' syndrome. So  I switch it off, and tried again. After more than 15 attempts, the petrol lady quickly came to the rescue! *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pahal nih Dik? *I'm obviously younger than her..* Enjin tak nak idup ker?"&lt;br /&gt;"A'ah. Enjin ni rosak kot.." Me with my dumb-ass face, giving her the innocent 'get-me outta-this-mess' face.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. Sikpa, kelak mek panggil Pak Malik. Tunggu lok."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok-ok. Trima kasih ye kak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***after a short while****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, pak cik mok &lt;em&gt;start&lt;/em&gt;kan kereta tok, korang tolak k?" said hte mechanic.&lt;br /&gt;I nod my head, dumbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pushing the car for some time, the car finally started.&lt;br /&gt;Owh, how I almost cried with reliefe. How I missed that loud-strong sound of that old engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into the car and drive home, SAFELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****at home*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mum about the car. Well, surprisingly, my mum wasn't that furious. It was expected she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad called the mechanic and got the car fixed in half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SAVED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   ********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with driving cars alone. I'll try to overcome temptation to drive the car. I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   ******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't go to school today. I had this serious stomach ache. It all started last Saturday. I thought it was caused by my stupid habit of skipping meals. Believe it or not, I didn't eat the whole day. So, my mum thought it was gastric. I thought so as well. I drank lots of milk to soothe the pain in the stomache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After five days, FIVE days, i finnaly went to the hospital. I got the diagnosis, and the doctor pronounce that I had an infection. My tonsils gotinfected and that caused the stomache ache. So, I'll live..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive, still breathing and will keep on breathing. I'll move on with my life, living it to the fullest. I'll enjoy whatever time I had left to spread joy to people around me. And if you guys got a problem with it, deal with it yourself. I'm not a joker, nor am I a saint. I love my life. I know some of you guys out there doesn't really love your life, but I do. I will always do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-8130712257635141736?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/8130712257635141736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=8130712257635141736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/8130712257635141736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/8130712257635141736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2009/09/drive-me-baby.html' title='Drive me baby!!'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-3169448264427854033</id><published>2009-09-25T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T01:36:46.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teresians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I'm into it....i think...</title><content type='html'>Psychology...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a very mysterious part of human life. But I'm weirdly attached to study about it. But I'm prone to mental-illness and being a psychotic that way. But hell yeah, I'm insane already anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      **************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in deep shit. Honestly in deep ugly-smelling-hideous-looking pile of shit. I'm obsessed head over heels on someone. Usually, I'm not THIS crazy and...erm...well, just crazy. I don't know when this whole 'I'm in love' thingy started but right now, it is a God damn serious hell-of-a-deal to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type of person who blog out all the gory details about my affection for somebody, but this is out-of-ordinary. I'm confused and starting to feel as if I'm in between. I can't make any wise decision. Right now, so, be wise and don't ask me to do any decision, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     **************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apart from being 'lost-in-self-made-metamorphosis', I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     ************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA MARDIANNA MESSINA!!!!! SHARON MELISSA!!! YOU TWO GIRLS BETTER START STUDYING FOR PMR! IT'S JUST AROUND THE CORNER, AND YOU TWO CAN SIT DOWN THERE, MAKAN KUIH-MUIH! CHEH! MEMALUKAN SAJA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wished you guys all the best for this coming exam. Do your best, and let GOD do the rest for you &lt;s&gt;guys&lt;/s&gt; gals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-3169448264427854033?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/3169448264427854033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=3169448264427854033' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/3169448264427854033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/3169448264427854033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-into-iti-think.html' title='I&apos;m into it....i think...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-3513391592349116542</id><published>2009-09-19T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:06:09.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4A'/><title type='text'>Depressed...life...it sucks!</title><content type='html'>This year marks my first time cleaning up the house without &lt;s&gt;using&lt;/s&gt; my sisters' help. Yup, for the past 15 years, it was me and sisters, or rather my sisters all by themselves. Yup...good times, good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hand is still shaking from the water jet. Now I understand how Parkinson patients feel. Pheww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to realise one thing. My life is not the same as it was few years back. I'm no more a young, lost, little boy that i once knew. I'm an almost-fully-grown teenage boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone through lots of dilemmas, troubles and sad moments. But that doesn't mean that I'm a loser you know. I'm still strong. I've always been strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that sometimes, we have to give it in for our own inner emotions to let out. It's not okay to let your self feel sad ALL the time. At at one point, it'll be called depression ; and leaving it too long means death sentence for your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no joke. It might seem harmless at first, but when more and more distress and calamities arise, that's when we'll break down and start crying for puddles of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speaking from experience. Stress, tension and Adnan, are like best friends. Band, school, home...anywhere, there's always glitch of moments where I feel like breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most recent breakdown was a few days before the national band competition. That time, I let myself out and cried, in front of everyone...juniors, seniors, instructors and ex-members. I felt that I can't take it anymore, so I chose to cry, coz that's what I will always be good at.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me, I have friends supporting me through out that painful moments. Everytime we breakdown, friends are there to pull us up from the unholy hole of distress. And I can't ask for better friends than what I've had now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the upshot? Two days of high fever, serious headaches and fatigue. Thank God it was not a case of H1N1. I almost want to quit myself out from joining them to Johore for the competition. But I was feeling well by the second day, and flew with them to embrace the crusade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice? Learn to control our emotions. Don't keep things in your heart. We must let things out sometimes, rather than be kept in minds are eating ourselves inside out. That's the reason I started to be more out-spoken and a little straight-forward on thing that doesn't come to my liking. Sarcasms are just my way to say it out loud, the 'nicest' way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, keep in mind that I care for all of you. Take this advice well...and I hope you won't fall into the 'depressed pit' like I wa once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-3513391592349116542?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/3513391592349116542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=3513391592349116542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/3513391592349116542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/3513391592349116542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2009/09/tiring-day.html' title='Depressed...life...it sucks!'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-8891792652763450173</id><published>2009-09-15T23:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:17:22.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>pheww~</title><content type='html'>Very sorry for the super-duper-god-damn late post. Haha&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that slothness and laziness really got into me this year. I've been planning to blog about everything that happens in my everyday life ; it'll end up as a draft post. &lt;s&gt;so much for some hard work&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially a grade 5 pianist, a grade 5 theory student but...but a grade 4 violist. Oh my gosh! Never expected to be slow on viola huh? =.=&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't really my fault. It's the IMH staff's fault. I've been ordering the last book for my music exam for the last 6 months, and this is what i get : "I'll tell you when the book is here,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, is this how productive you guys can be? Don't try to get silly with me. I know most of you will start thinking about that urban term for meiosis. looks like Noraini's bio lesson had really gotten in my head after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the productive story. Well, I'm sick of waiting for that f*cking book. Like hello? You're ordering from the U.S.A, not the Artic! Unlike Avant Garde music school, IMH is an international acclaimed music academy. But it took them more than 6 months to order a simple book for their not-so-talented student. How pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! It had been an exciting journey with the band this year. Buckets of sweat drench, blood shed and tears dropping...What an amazing year indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we've been together for almost 4 years, I feel like we've been friends more than that time well spent. Except for my primary school friends of course. I enjoyed being with you guys. All of you are my fire wood to light up my dull, boring and useless life. I wish this year would've ended with tears of happiness and contempt, not tears of disgust and failure. But its okay, this is life. Ups and downs are part of it. We'll just have to go with the flow. But if you're strong enough like me we'll be able to go against it, and be the pride of anybody! XD XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No victory comes with out sacrifice, nor failure comes without experience and lessons. I know it was hard to swallow that awful so-called truth into our head, but at least we'll have each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're brothers! Together we can do more. No man can do anything alone. Alone is alone....together is forever. History is the best example for it. Learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I can to turn back time, I won't change a single thing. Because if i changed it, I won't be able to learn from my mistakes and soon to do it in the future. Its best to suffer now than to let our selves crying for a pool of blood later. So, learn ; my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, Indivisa Manent! May we never be DIVIDED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-8891792652763450173?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/8891792652763450173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=8891792652763450173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/8891792652763450173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/8891792652763450173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2009/09/pheww.html' title='pheww~'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-4306136158344861391</id><published>2009-07-03T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:07:53.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>Got it all mixed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been getting lazier and lazier each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'll be sitting for my grade 4 piano exam next week. OMG!! My first ever ABRSM exam. I know, lame right, after 3 grades, just now I decided to sit for ABRSM exams. I've been working &lt;s&gt;effortlessly&lt;/s&gt; hard for this exam. And yea, my teacher commented on my scales. It was bad, honestly. Good thing I'll have an extra class today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out that being ignorant is something very usefull. Its not that I like being one, but it seems like everyone in the whole world wants me to be one. And I, at the same time, enjoy being one ; every single moment of it. This is my only way out of all the &lt;s&gt;pain, tension in the ass&lt;/s&gt; troubles I'm getting in to. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354171287897969010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/Sk3WazHBEXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/O2L2OZ8xyN8/s320/1_a2---usoil-500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like I said. I don't want to be rude, but some people just have to give that lesbian humour of their's. Sheesh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd like to apolagize to anyone whom I might accidently hurt. I know my words can be very sharp. And maybe I got myself a little carried away with my own 'lesbian humor' that I accidently make some of you guys mad. Very sorry...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-4306136158344861391?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/4306136158344861391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=4306136158344861391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/4306136158344861391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/4306136158344861391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2009/07/got-it-all-mixed-up.html' title='Got it all mixed up'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/Sk3WazHBEXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/O2L2OZ8xyN8/s72-c/1_a2---usoil-500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-2319924093269960065</id><published>2009-07-02T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:58:40.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4A'/><title type='text'>Think again...</title><content type='html'>Right now, thinking about everything that is happening around me. It is pretty messy, I'd admit. I don't really know how to get out of this. Maybe, some people are meant for this sticky situations....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay this morning. I'm very happy to say that I'm starting to be more socially involved with my classmates. Yup, that's right, after 6 months of being in the same class, I just realized the hidden gems, the light and the path of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why most people say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Sometimes, you have to give it up, and stop searching for those things. When you stop, you'll finally realized the happiness that you've missed this whole while."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the truth anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my flu keeps getting worst. I have a partially blocked nose for almost a week now. Gosh, I need medicines! And all the mucus in my mouth! Uekk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering that it is late now, I'll go to sleep now. Don't want to wake up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WAIE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not saving you from the&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; eggs&lt;/span&gt; just now....&lt;br /&gt;honestly, I enjoyed watching you walking around with eggs. (such sadism in me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;signing off, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dody_durian 4 u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-2319924093269960065?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/2319924093269960065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=2319924093269960065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/2319924093269960065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/2319924093269960065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2009/07/think-again.html' title='Think again...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-4621651490277940145</id><published>2009-06-29T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:24:04.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>Get it?</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the very late post. I've been out of my head for a few days. Can't really give much when you whole life is turning 180 degrees. Of course, it turns out to be pretty much exciting. I realised that being alone is not that bad after all. I got my friends, safe in my phone book, an unlimited phone bill and a life that's &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; going to stop..sooner or later. Yup, that's the magic of telecommunication....such miracle, created by human, exploited, and misused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, you've heard the news. Dody here is alone. He has been riding the lonesome ride for a couple of days. Yet, I never felt so high. I love the feeling of being INDEPENDENT. Not that I'm okay not having friends, but I just have to accept the truth: Not everybody likes you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, being the centre of dis-attraction really gets into me. It is so enlightening to be able to recognize your friends or foe, true friends, or fake friends. Yup, I've been there once or twice, or even thrice. But that doesn't stop me from continuing my adventure to live my life as I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really appreciate my life. I know I wasn't doing a good job at some point. But sometimes, its hard to resist temptations. And being a leader is by far one of the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'You have to set the example'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'You know, being an idiot doesn't help'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'You have to take responsibility'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Nothing in life is easy, that includes being a leader'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Don't lead us like you lead your group of sissy's'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were 'praises' I received for the past one year and a half for being a section leader. Not an easy task, I know that. I'm pretty much a bummer. Exactly what 'others' had expected. They know what they said. Can't beat the old school, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really want to thank meow and miaw, for being there when I'm desperately in need of a friend. They showed how long-distance friendship could survive through SMS and online chats.&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate those heart warming moments, and talks, and everything. You guys are the best. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-4621651490277940145?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/4621651490277940145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=4621651490277940145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/4621651490277940145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/4621651490277940145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-it.html' title='Get it?'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-7722509461327910299</id><published>2009-06-13T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:33:13.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drumline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>TD1</title><content type='html'>Well, I just dropped by Roland's blog, and i saw his post on introducing his section. So, i figured that I might as well do the same thing...:P~ just for smiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the instrument which most people, &lt;s&gt;including noobs&lt;/s&gt; knows. THE SNARE LINE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SD1-Louis Vissal ak. J****n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest member of the drumline. He was a colour guardian last year. But interest sparked in him, so he joins us. His talent is quite surprising. A great guy to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SD2-Raphael Isiah L*ngg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed a year in band. Now joins us and ready for show. This guy is a great player. He's currently learning drum set at IMH, same with me, just that i don't take drum sets. He was a cymbalist, and a bass drummer. His mother doesn't really support him on joining the band. But as long as he's in the band, i'm okey with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SD3-William McNail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing to say about this guy. Sometimes, I feel that this guy is worthless, but sometimes I see the talent in him...whatever it is, he will have to prove he is worthy of his position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we have the bass line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BD1-Edmund Nayong @ Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that Edmund. He is my assistant in controlling the &lt;s&gt;dogs&lt;/s&gt; section. I've never seen him shouting. He's an easy-going guy. He's one of my close friends. He's exceptionally talented and funny too. Although he can be seen lost in thoughts, believe me, he's not that stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BD2-Shalom Wong In Qion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the rare 'collection' in drumline. He is only form 5 in drumline. This guy is kindda rebellious. But he's commitment to drumline is something to be proud of. KEEP GOING BRO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I know how it feel to watch your drumline grow to be better my friend. Trust us...we'll go higher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BD3-Jeremy Menja ak B*mphr*y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is 90% insane. He's loud, insane and funny. He's also one of the best bass drum player I've ever met. He has been a bassist since form 1. I really hope he'll consider switching to tenors.... Although he's commitment might still be a winding road to me, I'm sure he'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BD4-Arthur DOn EMPAGA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy, well, erm...I got nothing to say. Anyway, he's the latest addition to bass line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we'll go to tenor line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TD1-Adnan Zaki Bunyamin bin Abdullah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that my full name. I got nothing to say. It'll be much better if you tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The KeyBoarDs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glockenspiel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BL-Thian Ke Vin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year with the bell. He keeps on complaining that his bell is heavy. I understand that becuase Edwin once told me that it has something to do with body size, in other word, HEIGHT. Maybe this guy shoud start drinking more milk.Quite good. He dream of becoming a snare drummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xylophone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XY-Jesher Wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newest member. He's Shalom's younger brother. He's quite slow for me. I'll figure out a way to make him better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the cymbalist. Ermm, I'm not quite sure of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CY1-Fareez Rizal (egg-head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 1. We call him egg-head. If you know him, you understand why we call him with that &lt;s&gt;sdorable&lt;/s&gt; name. He is a committed young guy. He is also a drumset player. That makes me feel better and not to worry about finding a drum set player after Raphael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CY2-Afif Arimi (Apep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 2. Another new edition. He was a colourguard last year. But we decided to take him in. This guy is very talented. I axpect him to be able to play the snare by year end. I think this guy has a hidden talent. Just need to brush it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CY3-Muhd Firdaus Azman (P-dauz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is a total insane. Even Mr. Foz called him 'carzy-pants guy'. He is funny. Fun to be with and very good at heart. He is what I want to see in the cymbal line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, although you guys make me feel angry, mad and insane at some point, I believe that you guys must hve learn to respect me. I'm a very sensitive guy....(seriously). PLease make me feel proud being your leader....and I'll make you feel proud to be under me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are brothers....one drumline.....together we achieve more....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-7722509461327910299?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/7722509461327910299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=7722509461327910299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/7722509461327910299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/7722509461327910299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2009/06/td1.html' title='TD1'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-5044754694715573615</id><published>2009-04-04T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:39:31.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drumline'/><title type='text'>Gosh...</title><content type='html'>I'm boiled-up this whole day. Why do I have to suffer like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of all the stupid excuses you guys give me every single day. You gave me lame excuses. And some even dare to say you went for movies. What-the-farking-hell are you doing?! Its band practice! Do I have to teach you to read the clock. You better off quit than making my life so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you guys feel ashamed? Look at your juniors. They don't even have an exact position in the field, yet they come for practices. They showed their commitment to the band like any other seniors (except you). They even got shouted and laughed because they can't play but trust me, I'm sure that'll motivate them to go higher. They understand the rules of the band. They learn, they grow, and get matured. However, for you, being in the band seems to make your brain shrink. Look like you're a little child again....rebellious and stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys might think that, "We're professionals, we can play anything..." Helloo, have you look in the mirror lately? Or are you just another dumb-ass two-faced? Look at yourself. You're stupid and stubborn to listen to your own section leader for orders. I've wasted my time, sms-ing people to come for practice, and this is what you give? The thought of it just makes me wants to drop the section leader title and be a normal member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you guys just trying to show your rebellious acts around. You guys hate me for becoming your section leader? Fine! Take it. You think you can lead? You think you're tired? Ever look around and realise that you're not alone? Have you even take time to think about the song we sang? "You'll never walk alone" Then, why should you talk about your stupid dumb reason like, "I'm tired. Very tired. After exam bah" What the hell. You're just sitting for subjects that you've been learning for the past two yearsand one years. And it's just eight basic subjects. What difference does that make? I'm sitting for 11 subjects. And that is an extra three subjects for your information. Ever thought of that? So stop giving me that stupid crappy reason. If you're a good time manager you'll know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i punishing you guys, you'll start giving that stupid face. Bringing the racist issues up. You think I like punishing you? I'd be happier if I could do something better than sitting around and counting your push-ups. I'm not that saddist-kind of guy. I don't enjoy watching people suffer as much as i enjoy watching the tv. I have a life. And I don't want to waste it thinking about the bad things you guys said about me. But what hell, you guys can go on like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one thing I'm fucked up about is that you guys took my words for granted. I know you guys thought that I'm the softy type of person. So what?! That's me. Not only that, you guys even dare to be rude to the higher board. Talking nonsense! Shouting like a couple of barbarians. Complaning how this guy can't play, its too heavy and the piece sooooo stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you reflect some memories in your big head? You think you're so damn talented that you don't deserve this kind of shitty music. Then, compose one for me. Make it an extra hard. Don't put any crotchets. I only want 16th notes and above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how much time it took for a composer to compose a good music. A music is masterpiece for a composer. It takes time to compose a music for a band. And complains are not something that these fine composers wants to hear after composing a music. If the music is crappy, then DEAL WITH IT!!!! You think you deserve a harder and better music? Oh come on, you better take a deep look in the mirror. You can't even play a warm up cadence! What more to say a song. Even if you can play it, can you play it cleaner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guys ask for new drumsticks, we ordered. We asked you to pay, you give us the stupid groaned, saying "Ne ada duit!" Fine. We give it free for you guys. The stuffs arrived. Then, I've told you guys to not take it out. But your stupid-dumb-ignorant attitude got the best of you. You took out without my permission, and let me face the music from the higher board. After you deliberately 'stole' the drumsticks, you don't come for practices!!! Does this look fair to you?! The cymbals who didn't even receive any new stuff still come and do their best! Giving me excuses like, "Aku ada tuition, petang ku datang," and the hell, i don't even see a glimpse of your shadow around. "Aku perlu balik kampung lagi. Nenek aku sakit." What kind of an excuse is that? You guys can say that, you'll pass the letter, but I'll never trust you hypocrites. Fuck off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of listening to your stupid lame issues on racism. Itts lame an out-dated. If you want to bring it up, FINE. Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you want to be a bad ass drummer, I'll do my best to prevent that from becoming a reality. I see your talent, but its blurred by the haze of stubbornness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I'm referring this to the whole drumline. There is no way you can improve if you guys go on like this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-5044754694715573615?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/5044754694715573615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=5044754694715573615' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/5044754694715573615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/5044754694715573615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2009/04/gosh.html' title='Gosh...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-9188610102670775797</id><published>2009-03-31T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:13:25.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hear ye, hear ye....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is April's Fool. And also one of my friend's birthday!!! Yeay!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her &lt;s&gt;beautiful&lt;/s&gt; name is........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So, I want to wish this &lt;s&gt;monkey&lt;/s&gt; girl, an early birthday wish!!! haha...Her birthday is suppose to be tomorrow, but i figured that I'll be a little busy anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319351302478005842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/SdIh05O2hlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/isl9909PS6M/s320/martha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh...look at that, she's smiling....&lt;s&gt;haha&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;MARTHA MARDIANA!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;May you have a blessed year ahead, and do well for PMR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Kacang-kacang saja bah...&lt;/em&gt;' miao~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Martha, don't mind what other people think of you. You are what you want to be. Why search for happiness when true happiness is inside of you!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;WE LOVE CATS!!! ^oo^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-9188610102670775797?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/9188610102670775797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=9188610102670775797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/9188610102670775797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/9188610102670775797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/SdIh05O2hlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/isl9909PS6M/s72-c/martha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-8537863091865673579</id><published>2009-03-17T08:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:34:49.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Arigato Guzaimasu~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/Sb7tQ0oRh8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/E-qXgtOtZJw/s1600-h/Adnan+Zaki+Bunyamin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313945483605018562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 422px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/Sb7tQ0oRh8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/E-qXgtOtZJw/s200/Adnan+Zaki+Bunyamin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313946037559999378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/Sb7txERbu5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/8HgYRl2m1IU/s200/adnan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you Lukhman, for making the khat version of my name. And where you get my full name is still a mystery for me...:P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lukhmanyusufi.blogspot.com/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is where I request Lukhman, and thank Godness, he accepted and made it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THANK YOU LUKHMAN!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-8537863091865673579?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/8537863091865673579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=8537863091865673579' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/8537863091865673579'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-5857716661954653207</id><published>2009-03-12T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:39:27.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drumline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>day dreamer...</title><content type='html'>Gosh...this is the first post for March...and i'm guessing it'll be the last one too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little quickie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-band camp ended...&lt;br /&gt;-had a bad sunburnt&lt;br /&gt;-getting all sleepy in class&lt;br /&gt;-missing classes&lt;br /&gt;-tired&lt;br /&gt;-not enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm officially 16!!!!...yeah..&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to drive a car..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank my two best friend, Christy and Howard, for being the forst to wish me..at 12.00am...haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys are the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to be a good blogger and keep updating soon...haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time, miao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-5857716661954653207?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/5857716661954653207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=5857716661954653207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/5857716661954653207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/5857716661954653207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-dreamer.html' title='day dreamer...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-2351900572628131354</id><published>2009-02-08T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:14:38.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drumline'/><title type='text'>Finally....</title><content type='html'>After a week of not-enough-sleep mode, I can finally waste half of the day sleeping. I could barely smell, thanks to the hectic schedule last week. I've been running high and low, panting my breath for the 2009 BAND IDOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-in a brief-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning was as hectic as the night. It was our first prayer service. Me and Waie were in a 'holy-ness' mode. Not to mention the fact that sitting behind a group of 4I students really got my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then evening was filled with running and shouting from the Josephian block up to the Old Boys block and the auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the show was about to start, my team, Suthi Downgraded when to our assigned class and waited impatiently. And thanks to Jeremy and Firdaus' singing, the 'security-guard' just had to shout it to the whole group. That was okey with me. But when the 'guard' came in again and did the same thing, I got a bit irritated but still keep it cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other group, the Phantom Ape was the 8th group on preliminary night. So, I set up my viola and do a bit of warm-up and practicing the song. I didn't really practice the song well enough though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after the Phantom Ape's show, I quickly went back to the Suthi Downgraded class and changed my attire. And thanks to Roland, we were the last group in the list to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, the Suthis tried their best but we did some minor mistake. I myself did some &lt;s&gt; obvious&lt;/s&gt; mistake on the keyboard during Omes Of Love. =.=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night's show ended quiet miserably. We went home with new hopes for tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'll skip morning band practice story for another post-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the FINALS for the 2009 Band Idol. Luckily the Suthi Downgraded made it to the finals. I was glad that the judges liked us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We performed our best and thank God, we won. It was a memorable memories to share with you guys! And I hope we will practice well for the State Level competition.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are we?&lt;br /&gt;drumline....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are we??&lt;br /&gt;drumline...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO ARE WE??!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;DRUMLINE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-2351900572628131354?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/2351900572628131354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=2351900572628131354' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/2351900572628131354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/2351900572628131354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally.html' title='Finally....'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-3358201168293278144</id><published>2009-01-28T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:26:21.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A Hectic day indeed...</title><content type='html'>After hours of non-stop running, walking, talking and blabbering, I finally have the time to sit back, and enjoy the &lt;s&gt;show&lt;/s&gt; holiday. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started off with the sound of the rain. I woke up around 8 a.m.. First thing i did was to check my hand phone. &lt;s&gt;in case some bugger who don't understand the meaning of sleep, sms me at night&lt;/s&gt;. And indeed, there are a few. But  all I need is to delete those &lt;s&gt;useless&lt;/s&gt; sms out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went down and had a heavy early morning breakfast. Actually, its not breakfast. There were never a time called 'breakfast' in my house. So, let's just call it eating time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went straight to my room, open my viola case, set up my viola, and start practicing the songs. It only took a few minutes to bore me out, put down the instrument, and start surfing the Internet. Hahaha. Such a lazy musician am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon, I quickly get ready and asked my mum to send me to school. Arrived there around 1.35 p.m.. Waie and Anad came a bit late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi! Sitok oi!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waie and Anad just walk straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HOI! SITOK OI!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked at me, smilling, and walked straight to the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Celaka punya budak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we start practicing the so-called &lt;s&gt;satanic&lt;/s&gt; song. But ironicly, our young composer name Anad, put the the little description of the song as 'The Song Of Hope'. Like helloooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Looks like he doesn't really get the gravity of the situation. Hmph...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great practice. We enjoyed it. We manage to play, and rehearse and play and rehearse again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others are yet to be told...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, you know you love me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-3358201168293278144?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/3358201168293278144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=3358201168293278144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/3358201168293278144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/3358201168293278144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2009/01/hectic-day-indeed.html' title='A Hectic day indeed...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-4017188050744660844</id><published>2009-01-27T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:56:00.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>its greener alright...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone once told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that grass is much greener,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on the other side....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;s&gt;never&lt;/s&gt; believe what people said. It always sounds&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; real&lt;/span&gt; to me. So, I'll waste a few minutes &lt;s&gt;*or rather hours*&lt;/s&gt; of my life trying to figure out what it is. When, we realised that we're that gullible and naive enough to believe it, its already too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This always happens. No matter how hard i try to cut those thoughts out, it'll &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;be there&lt;/span&gt; and keep &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bothering&lt;/span&gt; me till I give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish i could stop this little &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'obession'&lt;/span&gt; and move on with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-4017188050744660844?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/4017188050744660844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=4017188050744660844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/4017188050744660844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/4017188050744660844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-greener-alright.html' title='its greener alright...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-2019900710237631529</id><published>2009-01-26T17:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:19:52.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>another day...=.=...</title><content type='html'>Yet, another week had passed before January close its door....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alive. Yea, this might be a &lt;s&gt;bad&lt;/s&gt; news for some of you. So, you guys can can dream on, or continue figuring out ways to get rid of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, days in school seems useless now. I miss my 2 &lt;s&gt;crazy&lt;/s&gt; friends. Too bad they move to other class. They were the source of my hyper activeness in class when we were in form 3.&lt;br /&gt;Some people even asked me "*dnan, pahal ko senyap jak tok? Geng ko ya sikda gik. Haha. Patutlah senyap jak...hahak!" and they continue laughing &lt;s&gt;behind&lt;/s&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, people move on. And, maybe it is time for me to move on too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/SX2M4Ao7sbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KCifOUnJ3Lg/s1600-h/2747588831_8bd215deb0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295543630729818546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/SX2M4Ao7sbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KCifOUnJ3Lg/s200/2747588831_8bd215deb0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Band Idol 2009&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;As all of you guys &lt;s&gt;and gals&lt;/s&gt; out there know, the Band Idol will be held on the 6th and 7th of February. And the teachers had asked all the members to sell the tickets. I've given each of my section members their 'share' of the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the teacher didn't think that 10 tickets is enough to ruin our &lt;s&gt;specially&lt;/s&gt; planned holiday. =.=. So, I ended up with 20 tickets.&lt;br /&gt;And again, with Jordan's social-mindedness, I only left with10 tickets to be sold. That's what friends are for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, to all my Chinese friends out there, do enjoy your new year!!! May this year brings you and your family a happy and prosperous life!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295559434803950930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/SX2bP7Z1NVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GV8dm8hT_2E/s200/crackers.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-2019900710237631529?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/2019900710237631529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=2019900710237631529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/2019900710237631529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/2019900710237631529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-day.html' title='another day...=.=...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/SX2M4Ao7sbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KCifOUnJ3Lg/s72-c/2747588831_8bd215deb0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-7024466928921829812</id><published>2009-01-05T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:10:52.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4A'/><title type='text'>Yup...the first day...</title><content type='html'>I know, its the first day of school. There's no need to blabber about it all-day-long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty bad I guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-0630&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived in school this morning, I went to my class *don't ask* and chose my seat for THIS WHOLE YEAR. Then, I went down to see my parents to get money for the registration fee. I purposely told my dad that parents are not needed for registration. Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;helloo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'm 16 already. I can do things on my own you know... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-0730&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All form 4 went to the auditorium for some (so-called) briefing by few of the administrative teachers. (What a waste of time for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;narcissism&lt;/span&gt;) I thought it will end early. But thanks to Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ayrrD&lt;/span&gt;, we wasted at least 45 minutes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt; to him, talking, and promoting the band. My friend, Isaac was like, "Well, look *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dnan&lt;/span&gt;, Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ayrrD&lt;/span&gt; is helping you guys to recruit band members. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!" Credits to Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ayrrD&lt;/span&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-0955&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Jordan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Waie&lt;/span&gt;. Nature's call, so we went to the toilet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. In the toilet, *some* people just HAVE to do stupid stuff, in the fucking toilet. =.=&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to publish anything on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the auditorium AGAIN, to hear a pretty (useless) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;briefing&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sekolah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Teknik&lt;/span&gt;. It is informative, but not ALL of us wants to move to that school, you know. 20 minutes wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1030&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the class. And this is when my blood boiled up. Right there, on MY fucking chair, which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; reserved this morning, was merely congested by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Darul's&lt;/span&gt; dirty ass! I was so fucked-up by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;that situation&lt;/span&gt; that i went to my (supposedly) seat, and asked him to move off. But his (little) supporters just brushed me away. So, this unlucky kid had to move out and give-up his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt; to that son-of-a-bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great news, (there's a great news, surprisingly) is that Ms Sandy, the most sarcastic, sporting, new teacher, is our class teacher for this year. My first impression on her last year was, a great, out-spoken lady, who is capable of controlling all 42 'rowdy-rough' boys of 4A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking ahead for a great year! I hope my mission this year will work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-7024466928921829812?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/7024466928921829812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=7024466928921829812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/7024466928921829812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/7024466928921829812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2009/01/yupthe-first-day.html' title='Yup...the first day...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-1357168768295334662</id><published>2009-01-01T10:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:47:01.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>oh yea~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my first post this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I going to put more effort on blogging. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks to blogging, my English is improving..*i think*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, I'm going to tell you guys out there about a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;movie&lt;/span&gt;. Its a very beautiful movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mozart And The Whale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little description about this movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by award-winning director &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Petter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Naess&lt;/span&gt; and written by Ron Bass, Mozart and the Whale is a dramatic yet romantic comedy that's not your typical love story. Inspired by the story of Jerry and Mary Newport, both people with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Asperger's&lt;/span&gt; Syndrome, who had married, divorced, then both went through suffering depression and suicidal tendencies. After a few years, they reunited and married again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People suffering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Asperger's&lt;/span&gt; Syndrome don't naturally find it easy to love despite having hearts that truly ache for it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Asperger's&lt;/span&gt; Syndrome can make social interaction painful, unbearable and embarrassing. They also have limited, stereotyped interests and activities as well as have poor communication skills, obsessive or repetitive routines, and clumsiness. But Jerry and Mary had to lose each other to &lt;a style="COLOR: #000000; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.mozartandthewhale.com/find.html"&gt;find&lt;/a&gt; themselves and realized that love can heal the soul regardless of circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story inspired the movie Mozart and the Whale, which tells the tale of Isabelle and Donald. Donald leads a small self-help group for people who &lt;a style="COLOR: #000000; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.mozartandthewhale.com/suffer.html"&gt;suffer&lt;/a&gt; from the autistic range and are more affected by their autism then he is. He is a taxi driver with a good heart that loves birds, patterns, routines and has a flair for numbers. When he meets Isabelle through the autism support group, he falls for her and their emotional dysfunctions warn to &lt;a style="COLOR: #000000; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.mozartandthewhale.com/damage.html"&gt;damage&lt;/a&gt; what could be.&lt;br /&gt;Portraying a realistic point of view from the autistic spectrum, Mozart and the Whale is charming and tells an alternative love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two main actors of this movie are Josh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hartnett&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Radha&lt;/span&gt; Mitchell. Both of them receive numerous critics about their acting in this movie. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; for me, they've did a pretty good job, impersonating an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Asperger's&lt;/span&gt; syndrome couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you out there will spend some time to watch this movie. You can search for this movie in YouTube. Its free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/SVw8dsYwZCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QMs6dS9NhkY/s1600-h/hartnett.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286166543454987298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/SVw8dsYwZCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QMs6dS9NhkY/s320/hartnett.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/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;em&gt;Just a little picture for you guys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have a nice day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-1357168768295334662?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/1357168768295334662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=1357168768295334662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/1357168768295334662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/1357168768295334662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-yea.html' title='oh yea~'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/SVw8dsYwZCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QMs6dS9NhkY/s72-c/hartnett.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-7236546731699156050</id><published>2008-12-31T21:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:22:32.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>PMR results. Smile~ thats the least we can do. (Wraped-up edition)</title><content type='html'>I'm still smiling. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;botox&lt;/span&gt; or anything. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; had ended months ago. Well, not that long ago. That time, I felt free! At last, after 3 years wait, I'm finally free to sit back, and enjoy my single life. Better yet, I'm free to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lepaki&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;with my dear friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Muahahah&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad, i still have my piano and viola exam waiting for me in early December. So, for me, life that time could never get anymore hectic. I still have band practices to attend, music classes, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lepak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;time and so on. Thanks to Edmund, some things were getting easier to handle. (that's the use of a ass. section leader...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;owh&lt;/span&gt;~) So, i could focus on my music exam, than putting much effort to control my own section. So, that time, it was a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the shows, the practices and events, finally ; time for us to rest. It was just a small treat for us from the administration. But for some people, they've started THEIR holiday quite early than us. *passed* I don't mind them going off so early, but shut up about it. Don't try to put your dirty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; into this. -putting-on-a brave-face-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as you guys know, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; 2008 results was announced yesterday. I'm not going to tell you guys my result just yet. Let's keep the suspense going....&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Okay&lt;/span&gt;, enough with that. I'll break the news for you guys out there. My dear friends first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I'll add in their section...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edmund &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Nayong&lt;/span&gt; - 4A 3B (bass drum...yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;Abdul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Waie&lt;/span&gt; - 5A 3B (clarinet...quacks...lolz)&lt;br /&gt;Ian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Rino&lt;/span&gt; - 3A 4B (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tuBa&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;Jordan Wee - keeping it a secret (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;flutEs&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Muhd&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Khairudin&lt;/span&gt; - 7A 1B (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;colour guard&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;pheewt&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Muhd&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Khairil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Anad&lt;/span&gt; - 5A 3B (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;saXophone&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Mark Law - 6A 1B (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;truMpet&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Valentine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; Kim Yong - 7A!! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;congratz&lt;/span&gt;...:P) (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;trOmboNe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my results!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;jeng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;jeng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;jeng&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My result is...ermm....quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 8As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!!! I DID IT!!! I'VE PROVED IT TO THEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness!! I was so happy yesterday! That pieces of news keeps me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt; till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to thank Allah S.W.T for helping me throughout not only for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; exam, but also in my everyday life, during the band practices and during my sleep. *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; repeating it rite..?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this for the band. Thanks for giving me so much discrimination, that it burned my heart and push myself harder to get better results.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Together we've been&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For three fucking years long,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May we cherish these memories,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For eternal song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-7236546731699156050?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/7236546731699156050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=7236546731699156050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/7236546731699156050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/7236546731699156050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/12/pmr-results-smile-thats-least-we-can-do.html' title='PMR results. Smile~ thats the least we can do. (Wraped-up edition)'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-2485710805082662569</id><published>2008-12-27T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:11:00.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vist...=.='''</title><content type='html'>I know,  yea yea....what ever. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*you guys know what I'm talking about...* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as you guys know, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sibu&lt;/span&gt; Boy's Brigade band, had decided to come visit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Josephians&lt;/span&gt; for a music exchange programme. Weird enough, it didn't turned out the way the leaders had planned the day before (yesterday). But honestly, I can obviously foretell the outcome of yesterday's meeting and what will happen today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back to the story, although the last-minute planning was a total bummer, the day went well enough to make everybody....at least almost everybody, felt glad. Congratulations my dear leaders...muahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's all for today...HAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-2485710805082662569?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/2485710805082662569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=2485710805082662569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/2485710805082662569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/2485710805082662569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/12/vist.html' title='The Vist...=.=&apos;&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-8630109604684762635</id><published>2008-12-05T20:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:51:35.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>.....wonder</title><content type='html'>When I walk around the town,&lt;br /&gt;I see people talking,&lt;br /&gt;I see people sharing kisses,&lt;br /&gt;whispering words of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stroll in my school,&lt;br /&gt;I see couples embracing each other,&lt;br /&gt;full of love,&lt;br /&gt;lost in their own happy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;why I'm all alone?&lt;br /&gt;Why no one wants me?&lt;br /&gt;Why they hate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me,&lt;br /&gt;Where did I went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Where did I missed place?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it that hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue with my life,&lt;br /&gt;To hell with your opinions of me,&lt;br /&gt;and I move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ö&lt;br /&gt;by,&lt;br /&gt;dody_durian 4 u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.44 (5/12/08)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-8630109604684762635?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/8630109604684762635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=8630109604684762635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/8630109604684762635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/8630109604684762635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/12/wonder.html' title='.....wonder'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-1616139457321416757</id><published>2008-12-02T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:20:55.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>Enough for now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Okey&lt;/span&gt;, I think I've enough of music for this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially free *for a while* from music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My music exam had just finished today with Ms. Geraldine as my viola examiner. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;okey&lt;/span&gt; with my performance just now. But I did a very stupid mistake during the aural test. Too bad then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was my piano exam. The piano exam went well though. Better than today's exam. The examiner was ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;... wait, I don't even know her name. *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;?* But, she sure is a good lady. Her smile made my heart calm. What an amazing musician I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm getting myself ready for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; results that's coming soon. I'm afraid of my results. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-1616139457321416757?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/1616139457321416757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=1616139457321416757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/1616139457321416757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/1616139457321416757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/12/enough-for-now.html' title='Enough for now...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-1588450503549780262</id><published>2008-11-24T11:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:22:56.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Exam!</title><content type='html'>It's official!!! My music exam will be on the 1st and 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; of December!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I still have about 6 days left to practice my piano and 7 days for viola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;1 month ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piano teacher had decided to let me skip a grade so I can quickly sit for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ABRSM&lt;/span&gt; examination next year. So, early of November, I've struggled to divided my time for band and piano lesson. I'm actually quite worried about this. I'm afraid of failing this music exam. Man, where did I go wrong... From then onward, I started practice everyday. I know, I HAVE to pass this exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my viola, I'm quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; with it. Thanks to Miss Violetta, I'm getting better with my viola playing. I guess, the Russians has always been the best stringed instrument teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually planned to buy a new viola after sitting for this grade 3 exam. But of course, my dad said I have to pass grade 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ABRSM&lt;/span&gt; exam so that I can get a better viola. *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grrr&lt;/span&gt;...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW VIOLA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-1588450503549780262?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/1588450503549780262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=1588450503549780262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/1588450503549780262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/1588450503549780262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/11/exam.html' title='Exam!'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-5894257596866438019</id><published>2008-11-23T09:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:00:56.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A walk to the past..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we had a band practice. Started off quite late, around 7.45 am. I arrived at 7.15 am. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*talk about rules...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shush&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, i walked around the school block. I listen to some stupid song. Then, I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; Indonesia, walking from the primary school block. Actually, I didn't know that it was him, beacuse he dyed his hair &lt;em&gt;"golden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/em&gt;Well, it doesn't look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; to me, what more to say golden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This made me laugh and of course wonder. All this while, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Easterners&lt;/span&gt; has always be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fascinated&lt;/span&gt; to the Westerners and likewise. I've watched a documentary on a few Chinese man, going for a plastic surgery to actually 'fix' their &lt;em&gt;slit eyes&lt;/em&gt;. As for the Westerners, they tried they're best trying to imitate the the cooking skills of the Easterners. The Westerners too tried to dominate the spices industry, according to History. Well, thats enough History for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was disgusted to what happened next. The boards decided to practice music. And I've got ready for some warm-up and running. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*talk about last minute plans..* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, we quickly set up our instruments at the primary school. I actually feel a little bit &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shame&lt;/span&gt; for using our primary school ground to practice. They've never use our ground for their own purpose, and why should we? Moreover, they're doing some contruction there. But at least, we've &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;'entertained'&lt;/span&gt; them with some loud and imbalanced music, which would've sound 'beautiful' to the ears of the ameatures. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*haha..*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, after lunch break, we practiced again till 4 pm. Then, the percussions had to transport our instruments to Avant Garde using a Perodua Unser (is it the correct spelling?) Thanks to the limited space in the car, we had to do 2 trips. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*talk about petrol wasteage* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;We arrived there and put the instruments in a room, while some students were still in there, practicing. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*talk about manners...* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when I reaclled my days in Avant Garde. I used to study violin under Mr Pear(?). He was a great teacher. But of course, due to my half-hearted interest at that time, I decided to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few years, my interest sparked again. I began studying music. But with different instrument and an extra one. I took viola and piano lessons. Thanks to my dad's idea....*pff..*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-5894257596866438019?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/5894257596866438019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=5894257596866438019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/5894257596866438019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/5894257596866438019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/11/walk-to-past.html' title='A walk to the past..'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-5864344663695625030</id><published>2008-11-18T19:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:13:04.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A day in dody's life</title><content type='html'>My day start off with a music. A very soothing music actually. That was when I realised, I didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;switch&lt;/span&gt; off the mp3 player!!! *dang*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song I listened last night *the whole night actually,* was Thomas Newman's Any Other Name. Some of you might have known this song from the movie"American Beauty". This song brings back old memories for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; i listen to the song, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;its like watching/listening my whole life over and over again&lt;/span&gt;. My memories from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;, primary school and my secondary school comes back and drown me into those bittersweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I still remember some good stuffs from my younger life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350107299755036626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/Sj9mPjgfj9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/wLAnCqYCo1A/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, this picture certainly not from my younger life...&lt;s&gt;duh&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture was during our holiday in Damai Puri back in year end of 2008. The guy in red is Howard Kong, a friend of mine from Chung Hua Miri. I really love our holiday in Damai Puri.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be there again with my friends...:P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-5864344663695625030?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/5864344663695625030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=5864344663695625030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/5864344663695625030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/5864344663695625030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-in-dodys-life.html' title='A day in dody&apos;s life'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/Sj9mPjgfj9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/wLAnCqYCo1A/s72-c/DSC00019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-5737082095359113072</id><published>2008-11-17T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:23:45.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>mooviiieesss...</title><content type='html'>I've started watching to these short movies on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;. These movies are from the Singapore Short Movies or something like that. I've watched &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayIzlvjUH-o"&gt;Blue Sky&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-9PGbaVvYA"&gt;Toilet.Break.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue Sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This story was about a girl. This girl longs to be the top on everything. She tried every single solution to be on top of everybody. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she looks at the sky, she realised that there is always a greater power above that is sure far more powerful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;than&lt;/span&gt; she is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story was set in Singapore. Actually, both the story was set in Singapore. The cinematography was actually pretty good for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;armatures&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Toilet.Break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Firstly, mind the fullstop. Its written that way. This story, is about friendship. The power of friendship was shown as the main idea throughout the whole show. Although the image produced was not up to standard, at least i still get the main idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope these new directors will continue their work. All i can do is keep waiting for new movies...heheh..:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-5737082095359113072?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/5737082095359113072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=5737082095359113072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/5737082095359113072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/5737082095359113072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/11/mooviiieesss.html' title='mooviiieesss...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-2241989376596643479</id><published>2008-11-15T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:47:14.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Hope?...NOT!!!</title><content type='html'>The band had just started practicing the second song for next year's drill show. Haiz~ I liked the song, but of course, its always the brasses and woodwinds which gained their moments, while the Drumline lost their trophy before the race start. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*except for the keyboards*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read through my music score, I almost laugh myself out. The music is so simple, and easy, that I'm sure i can play it that second. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I'm not showing off*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Although the basses part is quite simple for me, but it might be kindda hard for the players itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did thought of asking ooJ gnuL to re-compose the score, but, worried that that action would break the Music Director's heart for not appreciatting his MUUUSSSIIICCC. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*p.s, form 3 band member's would've kown this trademark...:P* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's practice went...well, i can say its quite okey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning we start of with some basic drills. Actually, i don't really get their idea. Its kindda stupid, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*for me*.&lt;/span&gt; Although I understand what their were trying to tell us, I bet the juniors doesn't really felt the same. Because of that, the drill practice was later conducted by Kester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the music session, Edmund complained of his muscle/kidney pain...*haha*. Well, that made his walking looked kindda stupid. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sorry Edmund*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, I filled up my hungry tummy with carbs. More and more carbs. No wonder i was so hyper that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 1.30, ooJ gnuL arrived with two kid. With that, comes our little *drum solo*. Its an interesting solo. My part was quite easy &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*again, not showing off*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the music practice start again with dnaloR CONDUCTING &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*not directing*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, that session was a total mess. We finished at around 3.30. Continued by 'sectionals'. Right...do you call 'playing with other people's instrument' as sectionals?. I wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We break off earlier than usual, that is at 4.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying bad things here...just reminding...(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-2241989376596643479?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/2241989376596643479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=2241989376596643479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/2241989376596643479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/2241989376596643479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-hopenot.html' title='A New Hope?...NOT!!!'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-801481278172423286</id><published>2008-11-07T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:20:15.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring On The Wonder...</title><content type='html'>Rite now, I'm sitting in front of my mum's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Susan Enan's, &lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_5VzNr_okY"&gt;Bring On The Wonder&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This song really touch my heart till the bottom of it.&lt;br /&gt;This song brings me back to my past ;&lt;br /&gt;When I was still young.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my younger life. Now, I think, my life gets complicated by the second.&lt;br /&gt;But, hell yeah. I'm getting older. I'm getting more matured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it that way.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that  hope i can have a close friend whom i can share my life with. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-801481278172423286?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/801481278172423286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=801481278172423286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/801481278172423286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/801481278172423286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/11/bring-on-wonder.html' title='Bring On The Wonder...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-8112374328221822281</id><published>2008-10-10T17:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:05:03.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>reality...where am i standing?</title><content type='html'>Today is the form 3 prize giving ceremony. Which means only form 3 are allowed..*hehe*&lt;br /&gt;Althought it was a pretty nice ceremony, i have one stupid objection about this whole 'giving-prizes' activities. Why you asked?...read 'em up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the awards and prizes were for SOME students. NOT ALL students. Then, why forced the unworthy people like me to join in. That only made me feel burnt up inside out. How do you feel watching people getting awards and prizes? Damn-hell it hurts!! Moreover, Jordan and I was sitting at the last row, with the F class students (which are known for their rudeness...o.O). While our A class friends were sitting right infront. Well, actually, it was our fault too. *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was fun looking at some of receipents being 'boo-ed', I only clapped a few times for people that i know really improved and worthy of the award that they received, and those people are from the lower classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, PMR will start next week! I'm ready for this. I know i am. Are u guys out there ready? :P~...o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-8112374328221822281?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/8112374328221822281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=8112374328221822281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/8112374328221822281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/8112374328221822281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/10/realitywhere-am-i-standing.html' title='reality...where am i standing?'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-1324089584026372979</id><published>2008-10-05T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:50:55.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day Of Happiness..~.~</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of my family yearly Raya Celebration. Actually, it ended yesterday, when my 3 elder sisters went back to their college. (very sad..=.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, our Raya celebration was quite happening. But sadly, it last for 3 days only. The reason behind our short Raya celebration was because my 3 elder sisters have to get back to their college before Sunday (5/10). When my sisters board the aeroplane, my heart sank down-down deep. I was very sad....Well, i moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's get down to business. FYI, PMR will be on 13th of October. I think i'm quite ready to face this challange. I've waited for 2 years (rite, i was an arrogant fool) to face this nightmare. So next week, I'll prove to my family, if i can get straight A for UPSR, why cant I do the same for PMR? Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-1324089584026372979?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/1324089584026372979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=1324089584026372979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/1324089584026372979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/1324089584026372979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-day-of-happiness.html' title='Last day Of Happiness..~.~'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-110736807677319810</id><published>2008-09-26T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:26:17.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya?...too little too late...=.=</title><content type='html'>Its just about RAYA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****wait...*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey, the time has come for me to go crazy! I'm brain-dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's going to be another lousy day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-110736807677319810?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/110736807677319810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=110736807677319810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/110736807677319810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/110736807677319810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/09/rayatoo-little-too-late.html' title='Raya?...too little too late...=.='/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-5905419377000199326</id><published>2008-09-20T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:43:00.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Dance? anyone?</title><content type='html'>Today, after having a splendid '&lt;em&gt;sahur' &lt;/em&gt;at 0445, i went straight to my bed and continued my early morning slumber. (its bad...i know..heck it). That goes for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my alarm rang and woke me up, rather abruptedly. I was quite shocked to hear my alarm sounded THAT loud. So, i went to the toilet and take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****1 minute later****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sh*t, OMG! Mak, nape ada bangkai lipas dalam toilet?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, I saw a dead insect in the toilet bowl. How the hell that crature got into the toilet bowl anyway? I did my &lt;em&gt;presto&lt;/em&gt; shower and get out of that hellish toilet. When I take a look at the clock, "&lt;em&gt;Sh*t, 20 more minutes to 0830!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***after a long dress up***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Mak, cepat lah. Nanti lewat lah! Mak tu dulu bila dia lewat, marahkan orang. Ni bila orang lewat, tak pulak nak ambil hal."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what usually happen in my house everytime we're having a day out. I was supposed to have a study group with Ian and Edmund in school at 0830, but ended up arriving at school at 0900, thanks to my dad which decided to &lt;em&gt;join-in&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***at school***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked past Mr. Tony's room, I saw the PBSM members sitting around near the public phone. They were sitting, chit-chatting around. That made my urge of joining the uniform unit getting more. They had such a wonderful practices while the band members were practicing under the sun. Looks like I'm stuck with the band for the next 2 years......(should I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***in 3c class***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first 15 minutes, me, Edmund, Ian and Damien (who decided to join in) were busy discussing our PMR mock exam paper. I realize that i was not the only one who did a hell-lot of careless mistake. (&lt;em&gt;and I thought i was the stupidest guy..=.=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our so-called 'study' session didn't really went out smoothly. A little distraction could cause your a whole 3 hours of 'prepared-for-study-mood'. When Edmund played his &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=01KQfcSCRbw"&gt;Linger&lt;/a&gt; song, we started our 'clubbing-and-dancing' session a little earlier that what we schedualed.....(heck it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start the karaoke with Ian singing, while Edmund and me doing the double voice. But, changed when I can't do second. I ended up doing the mainn singing. After singing Linger, we start doing our dancing session. Edmund played his '&lt;em&gt;collection-of-life'. Wonder where he got all those songs (??)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to over-heated and sweatty situation, I decided to take a rest. My mouth was seriously dry. I shouldn't have dance too much (&lt;em&gt;too late then..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dancing-and-clubbing session, we did some prank calls on our friends. But due to privacy and some confidential issues, the names of the people we pranked shall not be listed hear...(o.O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the prank-call victim, i really like the 1st victim. His reaction was totally out of the blue. After hearing my 'Indonesian-ised' voice, he just said yes to all my question. Quite evil amn't I? But it was too fun to give a rest...(haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 minutes of 'prank-ing' people, the story just keeps on getting more boring and boring. After the last caller, we call it a day. (o.O!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mum to fetch me at the school afterwards. Ian, Edmund and Damien decided to have their lunch at the Spring cafe, (not tHe Spring..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice day to study but, looks like we found some other '&lt;em&gt;better'&lt;/em&gt;  things to do. hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our study group session; was a total bummer. NO STUDY, NO KNOWLEDGE, BUT FUN , TOTSLLY!!...haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-5905419377000199326?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/5905419377000199326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=5905419377000199326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/5905419377000199326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/5905419377000199326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/09/dance-anyone.html' title='Dance? anyone?'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-555454780499757045</id><published>2008-09-19T15:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:16:41.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A Whole New Life..</title><content type='html'>Today was the last paper for the PMR Mock exam...*yea*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I came to school early in the morning, with a slight regret having my dad to sent me to school. He keeps on shouting to the other 'amateur-ish" drivers. I think my ears are going to be filled with foul words and shouting. (and they said we picked up those words from school...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first paper was Scince Paper 1. The weird thing was, while the other students were learning, filling their head with fomulas and stuffs, me and Waie chatted the whole time. Well, not the WHOLE time, but almost 75% of our extra time. Heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the exam was still going on, some idiot 'pests' keep on making stupid jokes, immoral behaviour and of course, putting an innoscent face out. He thought that he's all funny and what ever. Why can't he just shut up and do his exam quitely? (like other students do)...maybe he doesn't really get the gravity of the situation; IT WAS A MOCK EXAM for goddness sake!&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind u putting on your show in the class, but do it some OTHER time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up sleeping after finishing the last question with a pretty big frown on my face. I'm quite sure that I might not get an A for this paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was recess. All the non-muslims went down filling their tummy with food. But my 'amigos of truth' stay put in the class and looking through each others paper. I ended up with 52/60 according to Pan's paper. (his IQ is almost the same of a teacher, or greater...XD). Then, our session of 'debate' was abruptedly stopped by the prefect. &lt;em&gt;So much for "You can stay in the class".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crossed Edmund's class and pull him out to go down with us. While going down, Edmund and I discussed about our 'plan' He said he will show to me his 'stuff' tomorrow. (I know what you guys are thinking. If you thinking about it, you're a pure pervert!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the moment that we've been waiting for. THE LAST PAPER; SCIENCE PAPER 2.&lt;br /&gt;For the first 1 hour that passed, everyone was quite. The silence really gave me a shiver down my bone. REALLY QUITE. Then, that pest start it over again with his 'funny' jokes and stupid acts. How I wish I could stranggle him to death so that i can have my 'good-morning' sleep. (FYI, it was still considered morning at 1130..xd)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, our 'countdown-to-freedom' starts. It was led by that stupid pest himself, leding a whole bunch of idiots with him....haha. (no offence, but it is stupid!). And of course, out teacher didn't mind at all. The 'countdown' was a total crap. The pest started the coundown too early, making the others laughing at themselves. (how weird..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the bell rang and we get out of the class with a bitter sweet memories of our first and final mock exam...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s, dear teacher, please be reminded to bring the clock down to the office after the last period.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-555454780499757045?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/555454780499757045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=555454780499757045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/555454780499757045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/555454780499757045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/09/whole-new-life.html' title='A Whole New Life..'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-7666052829691515442</id><published>2008-08-26T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:06:27.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from A Death?...</title><content type='html'>HeLLOO mY LitTle bloggy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a very-very long time since i entered this site..sorry...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, now, my life is simple. =). I'm happy and honestly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm BORED!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm soo sicked to death. No practices....no social.urgh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Anyway. Today was rather weird. I found out some "remarkable" story. hahah...well, thats a secret for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;About music classes, ermm. My viola class went well enough but i didn't manage to play well for my last piece, Noel Nouvelet. Herh. that song is quite hard for me. Miss Violetta was such an angel. She is b-e-a-utiful Italian lady.*winks*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My nightmare starts when i went for my piano lesson. AS u guys know, i'm quite lazy when it comes to piano. So,  i made a lot, I mean A LOT of mistakes. So, my teacher was pretty mad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, got to go now. STUDY!!!...bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-7666052829691515442?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/7666052829691515442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=7666052829691515442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/7666052829691515442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/7666052829691515442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-from-death.html' title='Back from A Death?...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-5224256019967399496</id><published>2008-08-07T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:36:23.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;well..it has been 3 days since i came back from KL for the marching band competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; i'm quite okey-lah, with the results. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not too bad anyway. But the funny thing was i felt happy although we din't get top 3, like the others expected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Anyway, rite now i'm focusing a bit more on how to study efficently. I want to get a good result after all these turn-off from school. I want to get good result. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;But like anyone would've said, "NO PAIN, NO GAIN".. Looks like i will have to work more and play less. haha...*how weird*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-5224256019967399496?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/5224256019967399496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=5224256019967399496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/5224256019967399496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/5224256019967399496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/08/back.html' title='Back...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-2690258026670352091</id><published>2008-06-15T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:19:20.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting a gravity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    Yup, i'm back after a few weeks of "where's that stupid pig gone to" session...anyway, i've been "enjoying" my so-called holiday. *rite*...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;actually, i've been literally "cooked" under the scorching sun for about 12 hours almost every single day during the holidays. And yes....i know, too much sunlight can kill u...*like as if i don't know*....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Since the beginning of the school holidays,  we've started practicing for the coming state level marching band competition....Yup...no guessing where we practice......under the hot sun, under the rainy day...*wtf?*....anyway...i'm proud to tell u guys that ST.  JOSEPH KUCHING won the title back after we "accidently" lose it to Chung Hua Miri band last year..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;(as one of my friend said..."we accidently LOST it to chung hua band lah"....hahah)&lt;/span&gt;  pretty funny joke actually....:) :)&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Although it sounds tiring..*it does tire me*, it gives me the feeling that I never had....the feeling where i can be myself...the moment where u be around people that u know and the people that appreciates u, u feel like a bird set free....its really nice to have that feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; I know that band practice takes away TOO MUCH of my time, but, i do still enjoy it. I love my school band as much as i love my Darren Shan books...*hihi*...but rite now i have to focus more on my PMR exam...its getting nearer and i haven't done much things to make sure i get straight A's. People said "Don't have to worry coz ur the the best class lah.. sure get straight A..."  WTF??!! they think that i'm smart?....well...as the matter a fact....i'm not smart....its just that i got straight A's for my UPSR  doesn't mean i'm smart....its just that UPSR  was SOOO dam easy peasy....heheh...:) :)  so, I'm not smart actually...just "accidentally" get to go in the A class...*hahah*... XD XD...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The fact that a lot of people hate the school band really disappoint me. Why do people have to hate their own school band. Hello!!!we are practicing for the sake of the Kuching pride, the sarawakian's pride...so please...give us some support here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Back to me, myself, and I...*i'm so vain*...well, i think i'm turning emo...*eww*...I don't really understand emos actually (hahaha...EMOs....were there such thing?)..its just people being over emotional...rite?...yup...hahaha....well, i'll make sure i won't be turning into one...but, but..Its me now....I'm EMO...NOOOO!!!...argh....shit...gotta get that emo stuff outta my head....now, where's my Norton&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyway, gotta go....i have a PMR project to finish...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;dody_durian 4 u...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-2690258026670352091?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/2690258026670352091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=2690258026670352091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/2690258026670352091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/2690258026670352091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/06/getting-gravity.html' title='getting a gravity...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-3205854475054690291</id><published>2008-06-03T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:31:10.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindda messed up my life...haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hellooo bloggie...now its official...My life will come to an end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Why?....the state level competition is near and i haven't done a single job to make it worth while experience......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I've done reading the Saga Of Darren Shan...*yea yea!!!* Actually, i've done reading the first 6 book and the last three series...i didn't read the 7th-9th series...this book really touches my heart...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;This book showed me the true meaning of being a vampire....&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*rite*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The main character, Darren Shan, an ordinary boy, lived in a small town with his bestie, Steve Leonard..They were best friend until a freak show came to town and destroy their friendship...not to say destroy actually...just making it clash....anyway...the ending of the book where Darren said.." I'm going....I'm....going....I'm....gone..."...that was very touching to me....All i can say is that this book is the best that I've read....good job to the author = Darren....erfr...Darren somebody...hahah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-3205854475054690291?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/3205854475054690291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=3205854475054690291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/3205854475054690291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/3205854475054690291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/06/kindda-messed-up-my-lifehaha.html' title='Kindda messed up my life...haha'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-3151475745741479556</id><published>2008-05-06T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:56:25.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh great...</title><content type='html'>well, two months had passed since i last blogged....kindda missing my blog lately.....hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;i think i'll be getting the-worst-section leader-award.......&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;for sure.....i haven't done a single job right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;anyway...change topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking of ways to improve my English....coz i'm thinking of joining the debate and drama club, (English)...hahah...wat the hell...reality check much...i haven't got the finest idea of being a debater....i suck but i'll make sure they're gonna get their eyes open wide....FOR SURE&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;....&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting over my heart-break...and i think I'm getting better about it....haha....no &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;more late night cry,&lt;/span&gt; making my mom thought it was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;toyol&lt;/span&gt; crying....hahah...no more thinking over the stupid ass-hole bitch...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'll make sure i'll be happy as a rabbit...no matter wat happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i'll update my blog somtime later...okey?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-3151475745741479556?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/3151475745741479556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=3151475745741479556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/3151475745741479556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/3151475745741479556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-great.html' title='oh great...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-1938385391284726841</id><published>2008-04-09T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:56:22.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh...</title><content type='html'>Life...&lt;br /&gt;One of God's greatest gift for us....which sometimes made me wonder, why am i alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah!! Forget it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm boring...sooo boring...not a single...wait...i'mfeeling the urge to create poem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm looking at the dark bluish sky,&lt;br /&gt;In hopes of seeing something out-of-ordinary,&lt;br /&gt;But with no avail,&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes in despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I used to wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm in this hypocritical world,&lt;br /&gt;Of pure lies, selfishness and&lt;br /&gt;Arrogance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I want to run away,&lt;br /&gt;Away from this unreal world,&lt;br /&gt;Away from troubles that keep on coming,&lt;br /&gt;In search for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Saying Alhamdullilah,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful to Allah for opening my eyes early enough,&lt;br /&gt;To get back on reality,&lt;br /&gt;And get back on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looks like its time to....Wake Up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha....i think it sucks anyway......:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-1938385391284726841?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/1938385391284726841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=1938385391284726841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/1938385391284726841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/1938385391284726841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/04/huh.html' title='huh...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-6013684929110792311</id><published>2008-04-01T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:30:00.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh...my....goshness...:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;well, just got home from music class (piano and viola)...today is Mr.Igor's last lesson with m&lt;/span&gt;e..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.*tsk tsk*...next week he'll be going to KL...his son can't really speak and write Russian...anyway, he complimented me coz i played quite well this very nice piece called Theme From"Jupiter" from The Planets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;he introduce to me the new teacher....her name (congrats, its a her...hahah) is Loba........erm....errr....Loba...yup, Loba, thats what i heard from Miss Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;weird name though...well she's Russian anyway..no big deal about the weird name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Well, my dad asked me to take pictures with him...maybe I'll post it here later....or never...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I wish i had taken his lesson seriously ...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST 6 YEARS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;........now I'm pretty sad and a wave of feeling is coming through me...hahah......thats it for today...bye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                           &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;                                                          Fare thee well!  and if for ever,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;   Still for ever, fare thee well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.giga-usa.com/quotes/authors/george_byron_a001.htm"&gt;Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Fare Thee Well&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R_Icjj_n4ZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Tyd7rgSvxm8/s1600-h/185437687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 232px;" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/6013684929110792311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/6013684929110792311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/04/ohmygoshness.html' title='oh...my....goshness...:)'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R_Icjj_n4ZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Tyd7rgSvxm8/s72-c/185437687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-6821797485707597307</id><published>2008-04-01T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:57:55.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what had happened?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-6821797485707597307?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/6821797485707597307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=6821797485707597307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/6821797485707597307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/6821797485707597307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-had-happened.html' title='what had happened?'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-6713725711666574453</id><published>2008-03-29T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:00:46.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R-5ZWD_n4VI/AAAAAAAAACE/FKVNdAZIPuQ/s1600-h/133847479l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R-5ZWD_n4VI/AAAAAAAAACE/FKVNdAZIPuQ/s200/133847479l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183178456714174802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Should someone be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ashamed&lt;/span&gt; of their selves? Now i'm talking about self-esteem now...the world should realize that our children now have very low self-esteem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If you look around and start counting how many young people dare to come forward and give out their opinion?...er..none ..or maybe 1 or 2...thats not good enough rite..so...we have to find solution and start working out things to prevent this thing from becoming a habit...so that the future generations can be a good leader and we can have a better tomorrow...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The picture up there it took from Azreen's profile...hehehe sorry azreen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-6713725711666574453?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/6713725711666574453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=6713725711666574453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/6713725711666574453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/6713725711666574453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wonder.html' title='i wonder...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R-5ZWD_n4VI/AAAAAAAAACE/FKVNdAZIPuQ/s72-c/133847479l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-5512953515769301879</id><published>2008-03-29T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:34:31.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apart from that..</title><content type='html'>Apart from reading some books and playing piano...I was very boring at home coz my sisters kept things to themselves...."girl things"....*rite*....I inly had this opportunity to write here coz at last....my  dad switch on the wireless....whoah...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm gonna talk about my experience when my school band went for the KLWMBC...which stands for...Kuala Lumpur World Marching Band Competition....hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I juz wanna talk during our last day there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;It was me, Edwin (my bestie/evil friend...hehe), Eric (a clarinetist). It was our last day there.  The night before was the final competition. We really had a good time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Edwin and I can't sleep becoz we took vitamin pills before the competiton *we're not taking drugs eyy* so...we can't sleep AT ALL!!...so we talked and ordered for McDonalds...heheh...so we ate and talked...than...Eric came and joined our talked...so...we juz talked and talked. Then..we agreed to take a stroll out...then..we laugh and talked what we'll do next year....hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;We went up this building in VI and sit for a while....we talk and watch the sunrise...it was VERY VERY beautiful....It touched my heart to watch the sunrise with 2 of my best friends...so I went back with beautiful memory at VI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R-426D_n4UI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lgO5wi5eenY/s1600-h/1_397996507l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R-426D_n4UI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lgO5wi5eenY/s200/1_397996507l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183140592282493250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the picture taken there....Eric took this picture with his phone...very touching and nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-5512953515769301879?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/5512953515769301879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=5512953515769301879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/5512953515769301879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/5512953515769301879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/03/apart-from-that.html' title='apart from that..'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R-426D_n4UI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lgO5wi5eenY/s72-c/1_397996507l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-1226902540123386173</id><published>2008-03-29T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:12:26.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting...</title><content type='html'>Today I had some&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt; time at home playing piano...heheh. Anyways...i'm beginning to read books by &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nicholas Sparks...the title of the book is True Believer. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This author had written other books with title The Notebook, which had became a movie...i didn't read that book....and other books are &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The Guardian and The Wedding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R-4w6j_n4TI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CWVypgcZXW4/s1600-h/The_True_Believer_jkt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R-4w6j_n4TI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CWVypgcZXW4/s200/The_True_Believer_jkt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183134003802661170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yup...that the book cover...very "PURPLE" eyh..heheh..This book is about a science journalist, Jeremy Marsh who was set to find the reason behind a paranormal lights came out of nowhere at Boone Creek,North Carolina cemetry...this book is very interesting although i only read half of the book...as it wrote behind the cover,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;        "Part love story, part ghost story. True Believer makes us believe in the impossible, trust in                                                     fate and accept the undeniable power of love...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;A very interesting book....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-1226902540123386173?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/1226902540123386173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=1226902540123386173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/1226902540123386173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/1226902540123386173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/03/interesting.html' title='Interesting...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R-4w6j_n4TI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CWVypgcZXW4/s72-c/The_True_Believer_jkt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-4220826495896487943</id><published>2008-03-28T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:06:32.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Today's the second last day of exam..it was very hard especially math paper.&lt;br /&gt;i think I'm gonna get low marks for this one..hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;Well at least I got two good friends I'm my class...hehe...they seriously did a "good" job making me feel calm coz during the Bahasa Melayu paper, I didn't get to finish it...*huah huah* :-P i think I'm gonna lose almost 40 marks there...&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;wat a luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Should i do a reality check on myself when it comes to attitude???&lt;br /&gt;I know A LOT of people really get annoyed with my fucking attitude..... I think I'll land my self a "Mr. Hate Me Much" award!..hahah... i'm a seriously kid with attitude probs all around...so i only have &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;A FEW &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;trust-worthy friends in my class which is Jordan and Waie *sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R-zsFD_n4RI/AAAAAAAAABk/uEqMVhK7tP8/s1600-h/attitude+bag+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182776842912260370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R-zsFD_n4RI/AAAAAAAAABk/uEqMVhK7tP8/s200/attitude+bag+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;By the way, why should &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Its My Attitude....Not Yours Anyway!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;so &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Back-Off &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Don't Try To Mess With Me!!&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt; You don't want to get heart attack if I'm around....hehehe...any way, i really annoyed you, just quickly get the hell outta there coz i'm a bad-ass when it comes to quarrel..heeh...till next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;GOOD NIGHT AND GOD BLESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attitude changed boy,&lt;br /&gt;dody_durian 4 u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-4220826495896487943?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/4220826495896487943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=4220826495896487943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/4220826495896487943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/4220826495896487943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/03/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R-zsFD_n4RI/AAAAAAAAABk/uEqMVhK7tP8/s72-c/attitude+bag+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782694562862399440.post-2794284466527990314</id><published>2008-03-28T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:47:55.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends or foe...</title><content type='html'>I have a group of friends in school...as other do too *obviously*...yet sometimes i found out that their not a real friends. Their just some fake "plastic" friends. i juz wish i could rely on someone, a shoulder as any normal human wants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when your being friends, be a REAL  friends....not some fake useless friends....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782694562862399440-2794284466527990314?l=abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/feeds/2794284466527990314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782694562862399440&amp;postID=2794284466527990314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/2794284466527990314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782694562862399440/posts/default/2794284466527990314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrighterpartoflifeis.blogspot.com/2008/03/friends-or-foe.html' title='Friends or foe...'/><author><name>BloGger UnkNowN...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467379627329934849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBopoNZT6LY/R49EY2vEn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WnhrVPoc3kE/S220/1_650792239l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
