<?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-31017625</id><updated>2012-01-22T10:38:54.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elaine, Myself and I</title><subtitle type='html'>Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, 
with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-6205253374686847980</id><published>2011-10-03T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T12:04:43.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing like a good swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Meet Ma Homies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1o-u_5Uj7FI/Tom8P2TcwfI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Vc5H4EAn-kA/s1600/DSC01357.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1o-u_5Uj7FI/Tom8P2TcwfI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Vc5H4EAn-kA/s400/DSC01357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659261387228889586" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Chang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0DXfQZzwPM/TomXGmfN8FI/AAAAAAAAAp8/eKdJilQYTYc/s1600/DSC01361.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0DXfQZzwPM/TomXGmfN8FI/AAAAAAAAAp8/eKdJilQYTYc/s400/DSC01361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659220546434232402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0DXfQZzwPM/TomXGmfN8FI/AAAAAAAAAp8/eKdJilQYTYc/s1600/DSC01361.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKse2-Dx88w/Tonk3-JeTTI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ktSDdC6RBaI/s400/DSC01359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659306056994409778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So we woke up early in the morning for a swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;          It was supposed to be 7am but because of some delays here and there, we ended up reaching Sandakan Golf and Country Club at 8am+. Early, still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The sun normally rises at 6.15am here in Sandakan, by the time we got there, the sun was already up, the weather was perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Instead of really swimming, it was more like a photo taking session!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We had a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I can't describe with words how much fun we had,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;these photos should be able to speak out my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gTtOZ9RS7mY/TomVgC4TlcI/AAAAAAAAAps/pCkRYaaGmDQ/s400/DSC01231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659218784529126850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Underwater shot of Chang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMvsvRfC6eI/TomVDm6gwVI/AAAAAAAAApk/oUODFFweoS4/s1600/DSC01247.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMvsvRfC6eI/TomVDm6gwVI/AAAAAAAAApk/oUODFFweoS4/s400/DSC01247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659218295985848658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Underwater shot of myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p2c5FybbslU/TomUYQXutoI/AAAAAAAAApc/jPcYrAjyOPI/s400/DSC01244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659217551200007810" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Underwater cute shot of Bren!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lgFhtism-i0/TomTk7LFVzI/AAAAAAAAApQ/NM5hPv9owrc/s1600/DSC01252.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lgFhtism-i0/TomTk7LFVzI/AAAAAAAAApQ/NM5hPv9owrc/s400/DSC01252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659216669336491826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only we can smoke underwater... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w-cNAC2CKsk/TomS3jCSytI/AAAAAAAAApI/uHRqALD6_kc/s1600/DSC01274.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w-cNAC2CKsk/TomS3jCSytI/AAAAAAAAApI/uHRqALD6_kc/s400/DSC01274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659215889763060434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lgFhtism-i0/TomTk7LFVzI/AAAAAAAAApQ/NM5hPv9owrc/s1600/DSC01252.JPG" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dive in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Those were inside the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Here's some other things we did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bLUBWkLg7Fc/TomSMmYqimI/AAAAAAAAApA/iNPDdslsJUM/s1600/DSC01269.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bLUBWkLg7Fc/TomSMmYqimI/AAAAAAAAApA/iNPDdslsJUM/s400/DSC01269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659215151927822946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fly Bren, fly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NU9nK3f845M/TomRkgNa8aI/AAAAAAAAAo4/pPTXQdJapJk/s1600/DSC01281.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NU9nK3f845M/TomRkgNa8aI/AAAAAAAAAo4/pPTXQdJapJk/s400/DSC01281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659214463075283362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swimming like a mermaid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBsFIK26sFw/TomQ1tN2-xI/AAAAAAAAAow/4ozEpKCFsA4/s1600/DSC01303.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBsFIK26sFw/TomQ1tN2-xI/AAAAAAAAAow/4ozEpKCFsA4/s400/DSC01303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659213659112930066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front Flip HooHaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgUgk4bEXtk/TomQSsFs9cI/AAAAAAAAAoo/--jL6i17aqM/s400/DSC01304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659213057514862018" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front flip again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgUgk4bEXtk/TomQSsFs9cI/AAAAAAAAAoo/--jL6i17aqM/s1600/DSC01304.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1E4POIrQlb0/TomPyuY6aeI/AAAAAAAAAog/Os8JCWBq650/s400/DSC01305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659212508376492514" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dive in backwards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFe0y8ALcRs/TomODUMBGAI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1idsAIcQR5c/s1600/DSC01339.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFe0y8ALcRs/TomODUMBGAI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1idsAIcQR5c/s400/DSC01339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659210594377603074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Bren being herself! Hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Awesome stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;After all those fun, we took a group photo and 'went back on land'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQtskw1oABw/TomO1m4V3yI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/1AxLmH3Y4B0/s1600/DSC01314.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQtskw1oABw/TomO1m4V3yI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/1AxLmH3Y4B0/s1600/DSC01314.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQtskw1oABw/TomO1m4V3yI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/1AxLmH3Y4B0/s1600/DSC01314.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQtskw1oABw/TomO1m4V3yI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/1AxLmH3Y4B0/s400/DSC01314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659211458388811554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYyraqG4TG8/TomNeskujwI/AAAAAAAAAoA/B5cT_MOKJ2M/s1600/DSC01345.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYyraqG4TG8/TomNeskujwI/AAAAAAAAAoA/B5cT_MOKJ2M/s400/DSC01345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659209965268537090" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Not gonna miss any chance of snapping a good shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exyd97PAYY8/TomL_y_4FpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/v1rtjEDisSc/s400/DSC01351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659208334905448082" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exyd97PAYY8/TomL_y_4FpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/v1rtjEDisSc/s1600/DSC01351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exyd97PAYY8/TomL_y_4FpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/v1rtjEDisSc/s1600/DSC01351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exyd97PAYY8/TomL_y_4FpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/v1rtjEDisSc/s1600/DSC01351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;Get some tan yo!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exyd97PAYY8/TomL_y_4FpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/v1rtjEDisSc/s1600/DSC01351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exyd97PAYY8/TomL_y_4FpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/v1rtjEDisSc/s1600/DSC01351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exyd97PAYY8/TomL_y_4FpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/v1rtjEDisSc/s1600/DSC01351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exyd97PAYY8/TomL_y_4FpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/v1rtjEDisSc/s1600/DSC01351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exyd97PAYY8/TomL_y_4FpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/v1rtjEDisSc/s1600/DSC01351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shot of the Day:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0l4Ep8nD8U4/TomPREPOmbI/AAAAAAAAAoY/v4QkRaML-VA/s400/DSC01308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659211930125900210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exyd97PAYY8/TomL_y_4FpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/v1rtjEDisSc/s1600/DSC01351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exyd97PAYY8/TomL_y_4FpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/v1rtjEDisSc/s1600/DSC01351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exyd97PAYY8/TomL_y_4FpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/v1rtjEDisSc/s1600/DSC01351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exyd97PAYY8/TomL_y_4FpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/v1rtjEDisSc/s1600/DSC01351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exyd97PAYY8/TomL_y_4FpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/v1rtjEDisSc/s1600/DSC01351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exyd97PAYY8/TomL_y_4FpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/v1rtjEDisSc/s1600/DSC01351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;T&lt;/a&gt;he Ultimate Shot of the Day:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exyd97PAYY8/TomL_y_4FpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/v1rtjEDisSc/s1600/DSC01351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exyd97PAYY8/TomL_y_4FpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/v1rtjEDisSc/s1600/DSC01351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exyd97PAYY8/TomL_y_4FpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/v1rtjEDisSc/s1600/DSC01351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CUiCyyxxuU/TomWUI6ZGcI/AAAAAAAAAp0/MphYIDEAX4g/s400/DSC01257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659219679501687234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this is one of the things I do in Sandakan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Stay tuned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-6205253374686847980?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6205253374686847980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=6205253374686847980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/6205253374686847980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/6205253374686847980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2011/10/nothing-like-good-swim.html' title='Nothing like a good swim'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1o-u_5Uj7FI/Tom8P2TcwfI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Vc5H4EAn-kA/s72-c/DSC01357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-7290058343500698213</id><published>2011-09-04T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T11:51:06.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Your Gears Moving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enough of grieving, weeping, ...wilting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to get back on track!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been about a month since the A levels result came out. Everyone's busy with uni! Some got into uni, some even started uni already, some are still thinking: Where should I go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who got into uni, congratulations! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who have started uni, all the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who are still thinking, better move quick! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Universities... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your folks may say... you know back in my time, we didn't have money for uni. I didn't go to uni myself, now I pay for you to study in uni you must do your best. Don't waste my money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or... I graduated uni with an outstanding result. You must do the same, don't embarrass me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe... my child, now I'm sending you to uni. I wish you all the best, I hope you know what you're doing and how you will make the effort to cope in life and studies. Don't get too stressed out, it will break my heart and make me feel like I've made the wrong choice. Fly~ and be free~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what they say, do know that it's all out of concern and with lots of love though it may not sound like it. Sometimes they just don't know what's the right words to use, the right way of putting it. Don't get mad at them, because it is them whom we depend on, it is them who give us the best they can give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For us, as a student and a child, we must know that it is our duty to do well in our studies. Getting our parents to pay for our education but not doing the best we can to make full use of the money and opportunity that is given to us is not the way it should be. Put ourselves into their shoes, they could have used that amount of money to do something else, such as travel around the world, get the newest and hottest car, renovate the house, or buy a new house, there are so many things that they can do with those money but they choose not to, and it's all because of us. Are we going to do the same for our kids? We'll never know until it really hits us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all respects, I put it like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids are investments. For at least the first 20 years, you invest. Keep dumping money in, big or small amount. After that years, you start to receive your dividend, the right timing when you are retired, or about to retire. Your dividend will increase day by day, until you are retired and fully dependent on the kids, the dividend you get will then cover what you have invested. It gives benefits too, medical care, monthly allowance, everything covered. Now that, is some investment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if it's a bad investment? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't even think about what if, be a good investment! Would you rather be a juicy healthy apple? Or rotten apple with worms crawling in and out? Of course the good one! =) Or unless you wanna be the bitten apple, that's pretty awesome too! But remember, get bitten on the right hand side that looks like the one on apple products, not the left side that makes you look like the pirated ones. Like 1Malaysia key chain made in China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By doing well in studies, it doesn't mean that we should give up on our social life. No! We need friends, who doesn't? But know what kind of friends to hangout with. Friends will either build you or break you. Be wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take this opportunity to start anew! It is a second chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your gears should be changed and upgraded by now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take it for a spin! Get your gears moving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all the love and care, all the best to you and your further education!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you nothing but the best =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-7290058343500698213?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7290058343500698213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=7290058343500698213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7290058343500698213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7290058343500698213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2011/09/get-your-gears-moving.html' title='Get Your Gears Moving!'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-4958444948556588933</id><published>2011-08-10T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T13:02:02.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dad's Advice...</title><content type='html'>A Day Before the Result Reveals&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-levels result is coming out tomorrow. It will be an emotional day, there will be people walking with pride, shedding tears of joy, celebrating! Of course, there will also be people weeping, mourning, regretting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly do not know what to expect. Of course, I'm hoping for the best, but at the same time, I'm prepared for the worst. I've hidden my emotions deep within my heart, I do not show a sense of fear, panic, nervous, nothing. And I skip the topic whenever it's brought to the table. But today, I'm holding back no more, it's time to face my emotions, be true to myself. This is actually because I had a long conversation with my dad, the last person you want to reveal your results to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through that conversation, my dad has inspired me in every way. He has turned the day that I've expected it to be gloomy, into a day with full of hopes and opportunities. Because I'm so inspired, I just hope that it will inspire you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I reached home from Yamcha session. My dad was sitting in the living room watching Badminton match. I sat down with my laptop, and started talking to him about news and politics. Somehow it led to studies, where to study, what to study. For the past months, I've been escaping from that question, until that very moment, I was still trying to escape. But I know, I just couldn't escape anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: "So are you going to know your result by tomorrow?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "I'm not too sure about that." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I couldn't say yes cause I lost my password to access into the site where I can check my result.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: "How will your result look like?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Honestly dad, I don't know what to expect."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: "But you know roughly how well you did, isn't it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Honestly dad, I really don't know. But I'm prepared for the worst."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: "You mean you don't have any idea? At all?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "You see, I thought I did quite well in the last exam, I thought I could get better than what I got, but it's just the opposite of what I thought."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then dad lectured me about how bad it is for me to lose focus on studies, my social life being a lil too active and it's unnecessarily, how my studying method is not paying off. He lectured me on the things that I would never want him to find out. But oh well, parents know you too well, most of the time they just keep quiet about it, it's times like now that they will bring up what they have always wanted to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to, and willingly admit all the faults that I've done, the time that I've wasted. If I could turn back time, I would definitely do my best! Yeah how many times have I said that? Once? Twice? Oh yeah of course, it's after &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Every Single Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I sit for an exam! All the major exams, UPSR, PMR, SPM, and now, A-levels. I bet I'm not the only one huh? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After spilling out with my dad, telling him how disappointed I am with myself, how much I regret for screwing up my papers again and again, how devastated I am inside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You know, the most important thing you need to know is, accepting whatever your result turns out to be. You may or may not have done the best you can, but you can't escape from the result. Once you get your result, you let me know. Then we can start planning. If you want to resit, go ahead, you will only be a year late, but it's okay you're still young. If you want to take foundation, after you know your result we can plan where you want to go. Or if you can go straight into uni, we can start searching and applying already. Whatever it is, I want you to know that it's okay, I won't scold you or what, I've looked through all that, but you yourself must accept your result, accept yourself.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most amazing thing about this is that he's telling me, indirectly, that I'm not in this alone. Whether my result is good or not, whether I'm gonna burst into tears of joy or sorrow, we will go through this together. All parents are about the same, if that is what my dad thinks, I'm sure your parents think the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was about the result. Then, it was about further education...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's not about which high end uni you're going into, not necessarily about going to the best school, it's about entering a school that will give you a chance to shine. The whole point is how well you can put everything you learn into practice. When you graduate from uni and look for a job, they might look at your qualifications through where you study, but besides where you study, they will also look at what you have achieved, you are graduated with. Getting the job is one thing, what really leads you to a great career is how you do your job. You must breakthrough, think out of the box, excel in your job by applying what you have learned in school and in life. When you become someone successful, who gives a damn to where you study anymore? Right?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's what my dad said to me. Although it was only a brief idea about how to go through this stage of life, but it's so comforting and strong enough to keep me standing on my feet, confident in facing whatever's gonna hit my face, I feel ready for the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're afraid of what your parents would say, don't be. They might hurt you with words, but do remember that their intentions are as simple as loving you too much. They love you so much that they want you to see you living a good life. Upon reaching that, you must straighten your path. Education is the path. Parents are just like plain water, no matter how much you try to resist them, somehow you just can't, cause you need them to keep you going. Sometimes you just feel like drinking something else like soda or alcohol, but at the end of the day, that plain water is still the healthiest, the best, and sometimes the only thing that you'll ever want. Plain water is essential. So are parents. That might a shitty parable, but you know what I mean =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're afraid of what others would say, don't be. There's a saying that we're all very familiar with, "Feel free being who you are because those who matters doesn't judge, those who judge doesn't matter." Everyone has their own way to shine, concentrate on finding yours, don't look at others, because it won't help a bit, it's only a distraction leading you away from your dream. Don't be afraid of what haters say, because one day they will wash your car. Hahaha I'm just kidding. My point is, FOCUS! Focus on where you want to be! And be yourself, because that's the easiest and the best way you can excel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have the same worries as me, don't lose hope! Because others will not put their hopes in you if you don't have faith in yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have a friend with the same worries as me, do encourage them. A hug or a pat on the shoulder will make all the difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, we should turn to the Author of our lives both in times of joy or distress. God knows what we have been through, God knows what we will go through. No one knows you better than He does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Peter 5: 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casting all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proverbs 3: 5-6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust in the LORD with al your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this will give you hope in life. I surely did learn from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-4958444948556588933?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4958444948556588933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=4958444948556588933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4958444948556588933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4958444948556588933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2011/08/dads-advice.html' title='A Dad&apos;s Advice...'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-8404890293375296087</id><published>2011-08-04T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T16:07:37.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freida Genevieve Liew @ Frei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-opJIIz34a_Y/TkGxttPMO_I/AAAAAAAAAjc/am3GaesCeWA/s1600/DSC04628.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-opJIIz34a_Y/TkGxttPMO_I/AAAAAAAAAjc/am3GaesCeWA/s400/DSC04628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638983607240113138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning: This is gonna be long. I mean, LONG. And extremely gay.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My Guardian Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;How can I ever forget my first impression of you. Only by looking at you, I was already a lil afraid of you. You have such beauty, such elegance that makes me think that you're such a..... high class chick! Said Westlife, uptown girl. The way you talk, the way you walk, I said to myself, "wow shit this girl must be fucking smart and studious. I don't think she would enjoy being with someone like me who's crazy, manly and silly. God, guess we can only be hi bye friends." I also thought that you were just like any other rich kids, you know... snobbish. (Haha I know right!) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e were in the same school, taking the same course, being in the same class, choosing the same subjects, and sharing the same friends, that's how we kinda know each other. However, we barely even say hi to each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But now, it's the total opposite now. Look at us, having so much fun together! Eat like mad, laugh like mad, do stupid things like nobody's business. Who could have guessed that we could be such great buddies! I didn't see that coming! I bet you didn't either. Hi bye friends? Pffft... my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Instead of being like what I thought, you impressed me in so many ways, you had so many, or should I say too many good qualities in you! You are faaaaar from being snobbish. &lt;/span&gt;You are such an amazing person with awesome personalities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You're so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;humble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;you don't brag about yourself although you have all the reasons to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You're &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;down to earth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;that when people praise you, you tend to turn shy and a lil unwillingly accepted the complement. But I know deep down your heart you're freaking happy and excited la kan. Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You're very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;considerate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;upon making decisions, you'll make sure everyone involved is comfortable with it first. You care about others so much that sometimes you do neglect your own benefits to grant others happiness. That's really nice of you! But hey, you have to be selfish at times alright? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You're very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;MOTHERLY&lt;/span&gt;! HAHAHA! I'm so serious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You will be one hell of a nurse if you were one or gonna be one. You take so good care of sick people! I've always remember what you've done for Bren when she was sick. It's so inspiring, it gives me more hope in life, knowing that the world isn't that bad of a place to live in after all. When Bren was sick, you went aaaaall the way to her house, drove her to the clinic, and asked her to stay in your house so that you can take care of her with 5 star hospitality! Then Bren got better, you sent her aaaaall the way home. Later at night, you cooked her porridge and sent aaaaall the way to her house. Throughout those days, you were only hoping that Bren is taken care of and that she will recover as soon as possible. No words of frustrations, nothing. You, my dear, have a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;heart of an angel&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ever since we became friends, my life couldn't be any better. You must be an angel in human form who is sent from the above. Whenever I'm in need, you're &lt;/span&gt;always there for me. And you constantly remind me that no matter what kind of problem I'm facing, I can always seek help from you. Again and again, you've proven to me that I can always count on you, I have 100% faith in you. You are like that glimpse of light ray when I'm stuck in the dark, the helping hand when I fall down, the bandage around my wound, the aircon when I'm sweating like a pig &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(Pigs don't sweat. Hahahahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;, and the tissue paper when I'm shitting. HAHAHAHA! You know what I mean ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After coming back to Sandakan to join my family, I can't help but spend sleepless nights thinking about my life in KK, missing people who has made my stay so much happier and easier. You have no idea how much I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Remember the time when I first stayed over at your place with Bren?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Man that was SO MUCH FUN! It all happened because you couldn't join one of our many library outings. Bren offered to pick you up from your house and go to the library together but you and your smart brain suggested something even better. You asked if we wanna study at your place instead, it will be more comfortable and more convenient for everyone. It was a brilliant idea. Bren and I then went to your house. You fed us with delicious homecook food! Gave us a tour of your house and introduced us to your family. While we were having so much fun talking on the study table, without even noticing, it was dinner time already, and you asked us to stay for dinner. Another delicious food session! After that we continued to 'study' again. Time passed so quickly, it was about bedtime already. Bren and I were thinking about leaving, but we &lt;/span&gt;were having so much fun. Then you came up with another brilliant idea! You asked if we wanna stay over, after all it's late already and we were on holiday. So, WHY NOT? ;))) Maaan, I remember every single details. Studying became chit chatting and youtube-ing. Midnight snacks at the dry kitchen, talking about everything, laughing at each other. Midnight movies in your movie room a.k.a. mini home theater. Midnight talks in your room until someone falls asleep. The highlight of this whole thing is that, at first we were only planning to spend the afternoon studying at your place, but it became about 1 week staying in your house! Hahaha awesomeness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Remember the tuition days?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mr. Chia! Hahaha! I can't forget how 'supportive' you are, laughing at his lame jokes and everyone else was like... wtf? Only you have that special ability Frei! Only you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Remember the midnight heart to heart talk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We found out many things about each other. There were so many things to laugh about, OMG about and eww about. We were drawn closer to each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Remember the heartbroken times?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When we just talk it out, let out whatever that is bothering us. In terms of friendship, kinship, love and relationship. Crying is a rare thing for us, but we've seen each other cry. I believe it's all because of the trust we have for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There are so many things that I remember, if I list out everything, I think I can put them into a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Reminiscing the past, I can't help but turn all emotional and vulnerable. You have been such a blessing to me, a big one! I'm really grateful for you, you're more than what I can possibly ask for. I can't find a perfect time, or a perfect place to thank you for all that you've done for me, I guess this should be the least unsuitable time and place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you so much Frei, for changing my mind when I was this close to give up on looking for a friend that I can fully trust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou have changed my mind about this society, I never thought I could find someone from the city who I can trust. There are so many hypocrites out there, I don't wanna put myself at risk, afraid that someday I might be betrayed and taken advantage of. But you Frei, you're just different from others. You are a true friend whom I can trust my heart and emotions with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you so much Frei, for kidnapping me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The most random and sudden phone call "Pack your bags I'm coming now" warms my heart, knowing that you wanted my companionship. I feel really honored. And each time you kidnap me, there is a high tendency that I will gain weight. This is because you feed me with the most delicious food, constantly making &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sure that I'm not anywhere near being hungry. And you have the most delicious McD just near your house. You take care of me so well that staying with you I have nothing to worry about, nothing at all. Especially during weekends when I usually have problems settling my meal, you'll ring me up make sure that I have things to eat. &lt;/span&gt;You take so good care of me to the extend where I gained so much weight and I couldn't fit into my pants! Hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you so much Frei, for making me feel at home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I never felt homesick until that one day I stayed at your place. It's not that I don't miss home, I just didn't want to because I don't want to be emotionally affected by things I have no control over. But seeing you and your family, it stirs up all the hidden emotion. Being with you, being with your family, I feel like I'm part of you guys. I feel so comfortable with you guys! This feeling is so magical. &lt;/span&gt;It's like I left my family, but I've never left home. It's like, home away from home!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Ah man, the wa&lt;/span&gt;rmth I feel inside my heart is just indescribable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you so much Frei, for opening my eyes to the world outs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;here were many things that I thought I know, but after I met you, I realized all I had was head knowledge. You've open up my eyes to the city, to the things that I never thought I would understand. E.g. Nightlife. Yeah, I'm not gonna elaborate more on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thanks you so much Frei, for bringing me along whenever you go out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Through this, I got to meet many awesome people, make new friends and indirectly know you better by knowing the people you hang out with. I know sometimes it's very inconvenient, but you still brought me with you and not ditching me. Before we got close, I kept quiet and felt bad in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;side. But after we got close, I'm not afraid to open up to you and let you know that it's okay to leave me at home or anywhere else, and have your own fun! I'm totally cool with it. Most of the time you convinced me to go with you, and sometimes, I convinced you, or maybe forced you to go without me. I guess that should be the best, I don't want to be a burden to you, an obstacle that will possibly hold you back from having the amount of fun you want to and deserve to have. It's still a win-win, cause you'll come back and tell me stories anyway, which makes me feel like I didn't miss a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you so much Frei, for the recent Brunei trip.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;IT WAS SO DAMN GOOD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I still think it's good cause of your family and relatives. Being with your big family was so much fun! They are very funny people, very down to earth, and the bond among you guys are just unbelievably close! That too, is very inspiring. Thank you for inviting me to go with yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ur family. I'm so touched and I feel really really loved. Thank your parents too, the amount of money your parents spent on me is like having another kid. Hahaha. Please thank your parents for me! Thank your mum especially for the food that I've bought, and that heels! OMG THE HEELS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you so much Frei, for coming into my life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It would be a great loss for me if I've never met you. You've been such a blessing to me, for all the things you've done, I'm sure, I'm very sure, that you're an angel. My guardian angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't know how I can possibly repay you. The things that you've done for me is more than what I can give. All this while, all I could do is to be around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;whenever you need me. Companionship is the least I could offer. I just wish that there's something I can do, to let you know that I really cherish you, that you didn't pick the wrong friend because this friend here appreciates each and everything you've done for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love you Frei Frei! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;MMMMMUUUAAAHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGqat3HBUS0/TkGnW7L_C9I/AAAAAAAAAiM/yRE2p3GP7gY/s400/20140_278071987759_583037759_3199836_6274863_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638972220731493330" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If I'm not mistaken, this should be the first ever photo that we've taken together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It was during leadership camp, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;when we know each other, but far from being close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Back when we were still skinny. Hahahaha! Sad case!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XQ85L3ecxAw/TkGoNx7HyAI/AAAAAAAAAic/p5ZCun2VX4s/s400/164373_10150366959380510_866600509_16731382_5685184_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638973163137648642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is a very nice shot of you during my birthday last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We had lunch at Langkahsyabas, Kinarut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k3U33oYlC1M/TkGqEctY0MI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Qq7PdkJ32vY/s1600/DSC04629.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k3U33oYlC1M/TkGqEctY0MI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Qq7PdkJ32vY/s400/DSC04629.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638975201847333058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graduation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You came as my mum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahaha! Nah, you came to show us support!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that is the evidence of you trying to be tall in the photo. Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vP5Ig33Xgmc/TkGpG3utQWI/AAAAAAAAAis/XOTyM40VxGo/s1600/253616_2032105354828_1009954739_2468526_5578792_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vP5Ig33Xgmc/TkGpG3utQWI/AAAAAAAAAis/XOTyM40VxGo/s400/253616_2032105354828_1009954739_2468526_5578792_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638974143948734818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prom 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of our very few photos together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You look as gorgeous as ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Used to be our profile pictures on Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o5Flaz3oveY/TkGo0Xb0s8I/AAAAAAAAAik/nRlYpDWs0T0/s1600/254363_10150279095805783_553720782_9377971_6555373_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o5Flaz3oveY/TkGo0Xb0s8I/AAAAAAAAAik/nRlYpDWs0T0/s400/254363_10150279095805783_553720782_9377971_6555373_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638973826041951170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The gang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You pull off that sexy look the best. Yeah. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0ze-6XhuP0/TkGqzniJmII/AAAAAAAAAjE/ejF1tduNsTw/s400/284107_10150330293885781_580400780_9931003_7445237_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638976012206839938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Shen's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The latest photo we took together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Man I'm missing kk so much already, that was a great night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49hZ43RvcbQ/TkGv9kNjRFI/AAAAAAAAAjM/2M32ynTjzsY/s1600/252851_2032170356453_1009954739_2468650_231121_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49hZ43RvcbQ/TkGv9kNjRFI/AAAAAAAAAjM/2M32ynTjzsY/s400/252851_2032170356453_1009954739_2468650_231121_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638981680671966290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You better remember this ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To end this long note, or you call it 'essay', I would like to end with this spontaneous poem I just wrote, especially for you. Here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I lay on my bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thinking about the life I had,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What we've been through hand in hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The ups and downs we had,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;how we actually met,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You can find them all carved in my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The joy and sorrow we shared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Laughters and tears we've shed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I swear I miss you like mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As life moves ahead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As we leave this land,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Remember, this friendship will never end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With lots and lots of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Elaine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xkRpON5pTs/TkGwiKr6MfI/AAAAAAAAAjU/OlKSNE17rHk/s400/216842_10150329409422387_679077386_10046695_1578897_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638982309475135986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you so much you sexy beast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Send my regards to your family will you? =) Especially Hilda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-8404890293375296087?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8404890293375296087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=8404890293375296087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/8404890293375296087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/8404890293375296087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2011/08/freida-genevieve-liew-frei.html' title='Freida Genevieve Liew @ Frei'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-opJIIz34a_Y/TkGxttPMO_I/AAAAAAAAAjc/am3GaesCeWA/s72-c/DSC04628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-8515998019250603258</id><published>2011-06-14T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T05:45:20.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berenica Lee Yun Jing @ Bren</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9bVRi7-53-Q/Tfe0DknMn6I/AAAAAAAAAh8/2dgxHATx834/s400/247029_10150203695192895_678237894_7294638_5717252_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618157033628671906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It feels like a part of my heart is missing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;when I don't see you beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels like a part of my life has crashed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I don't get to hold your hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels like months and years, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while it only started yesterday that you're not here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels like I'm about to cry writing this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wait, tears are already rolling down my cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time flies by so quickly, we have already graduated from A level. Used to look forward so much to graduating, but when it really happened, it finally hits me that graduation, also means goodbye. According to Elton John, 'Sorry' seems to be the hardest word, but for me, the hardest word is 'Goodbye'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After saying goodbye, you will not know when you will meet that person again. Your heart will be filled with sorrow and uncertainties, feeling so heavy, sometimes with fear, not knowing whether there will be a chance to see each other again. That is exactly how I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night as I said goodbye to you, I knew that I might not have the chance to see you again, or if I do, it could be years later, maybe when we attend each other's wedding? Or bump into each other on random streets? If there is anything that I can trade to earn more time to spend with you, I would, definitely would. If crying would bring you back, you would already be back because that's how much tears I've shed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember all the good times we had? Lunch after school, weekend outings, sleepovers, good fooooood, late night talks, shopping, movies, meeting new people, heart to heart talk, all the awesome stuff we've done together! I cannot get over the fact that I'm unable to have those again, and the worst thing is that I don't get to see you around anytime anymore. It breaks my heart each time I think about that, although you left only today, you can't imagine how many times I've thought about you within that few hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our friendship had its roller coaster ride, and I'm really glad that the both of us took it with an open heart, made both the ups and downs essential. We cherish the good times, keep it in our hearts and talk about it again and again to keep them fresh; and learn from the bad times by overlooking the problem itself, not taking it too personally but instead take the opportunity to know each other better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You leaving KK, gives me a hard time to live life like how i always lived. It just ain't the same without you. You've been a big part in my daily life. Really hope that you didn't have to go, but oh well, consequences of growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have been such a great friend, such a blessing to me. You're kindhearted, you help those who needs help within and sometimes beyond your capability. You're adorable, you don't have to try, you look adorable the way you are (said Bruno Mars). You're outspoken, your presence is always noticeable, you voice out what's in your head that suits the situation. You're humble, knowing your background, your gadgets, your everything, you are grateful but you don't boast about it. You're friendly, you can get along well with MANY people (this reminds me of Yvan). You're straightforward, you dare to tell the truth although it may hurt cause you know that is what the person should know. You're funny, when you laugh the whole room laughs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bren Bren, what you mean to me is beyond words. I pray to God that He may downpour His blessings abundantly upon you, keep you away from harms and danger, grant you wisdom and strength as you carry on with life. Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jKrhNM2bu3M/TfevVL0m4wI/AAAAAAAAAg8/hKX783_ci2U/s1600/IMG_1113.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jKrhNM2bu3M/TfevVL0m4wI/AAAAAAAAAg8/hKX783_ci2U/s400/IMG_1113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618151838653539074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rotaract Installation Night 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Not very long after we just got to know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;One of the first photos we've ever taken together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbGcbc6tZIs/TfevUnIrckI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Wqpa6yi8vhA/s400/37324_468239393624_679868624_6178499_2853454_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618151828805612098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;IS Night 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We weren't that close yet but getting there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You look gorgeous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mMhCYZlIld0/TfeyWFZFYzI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Vmlxgau6vCw/s400/167175_1691269394468_1019741560_1895399_7373925_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618155152642237234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We became close buddies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;818 used to be one of our favourite hang out spots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Miss those days so much, when we go there to chit chat, go online, and of course, BBQ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d8tjDU88u9I/TfevT3ab5WI/AAAAAAAAAgc/var9y1JcJC4/s400/DSC00298.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618151815995188578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Manukan 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Iris and Yvan came over, we were the 'tour guides' with you providing transport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It was one hell of a time, especially getting to know Yvan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SUcnxeA6B-Y/TfevUhVOcKI/AAAAAAAAAgs/1BKyRnodk9I/s1600/DSC00392.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SUcnxeA6B-Y/TfevUhVOcKI/AAAAAAAAAgs/1BKyRnodk9I/s400/DSC00392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618151827247624354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;On my birthday 2010, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;we had great food at Langkahsyabas, Kinarut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And this, is an adorable shot of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QcjayIgTgaU/TfeyWVLYUqI/AAAAAAAAAhM/nmdMeHtH_-Q/s400/DSC00577.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618155156879725218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Michelle's birthday 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We were together practically everyday to get things done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We bought that smexy red birthday lens-less glasses for Michelle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bought her cakes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Gave her surprises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You provided both transportation and money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh yeah, and your precious time too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g69Gce77HBs/TfeyW_6C1zI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Xzg0jbsqjNE/s400/249912_10150191702341364_529436363_7335294_8002302_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618155168349738802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lava on a very odd day after dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Look at that perverted face of yours. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RwTLFwlMsQ4/TfeyW7YzRKI/AAAAAAAAAhc/xck9b0Vr4H8/s400/DSC04717.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618155167136564386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Prom 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You look GORGEOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When I look at you, I can't help but say Awwwww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Remember how we hit each and every mall in KK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;How we were so picky at first but after lots and lots of shopping went like... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ugh just grab whatever's pleasant's to the eyes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Damn it was tiring but it was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZcKvWxlEoE/TfeyXlr962I/AAAAAAAAAhk/sEHh4ZV8L0M/s400/DSC04602.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618155178491243362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Graduation 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That's when we had to put a full-stop to everything. Or just a comma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;IS brought us to each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;now that we're left IS, we're leaving each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OLyx5dJQGLU/Tfe0Dwl7eaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/kw2jFHvO2Yg/s400/259926_10150200800766364_529436363_7425259_5105153_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618157036844579234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rasa Ria Resort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Roadtrip!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank God so much that we still get to spend time before you left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bpHr9hyLHjQ/Tfez8kKV6UI/AAAAAAAAAh0/6Yi7FHFni9M/s400/254547_10150200799686364_529436363_7425243_3067742_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618156913248561474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;How can any of us ever forget you and your modelling pose? Hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5azav2CBNQ/Tfez3nPZAkI/AAAAAAAAAhs/DvG652uySwo/s400/246835_10150203695237895_678237894_7294639_5938387_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618156828175696450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bren Bren, you're not just a friend, to me, you're a family member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Michelle, you and i, there was a special bond between us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;there still is a special bond,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and I hope there will always be a special bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope to see you sometime soon in the future! Although I have a really bad memory, but I will never allow myself to forget about you. All the best in life my beloved friend. Come back and speak mandarin with me! And I hope it won't be "wo yao gao ni" ;) I miss you Jing Jing! Don't you ever forget me please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With lots of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Elaine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tFSPf3VDRkA/TfevUQdshjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/qAhEWzXAL0g/s1600/DSC00512.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tFSPf3VDRkA/TfevUQdshjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/qAhEWzXAL0g/s400/DSC00512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618151822719747634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sorry I stole your photo, but you look hot XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-8515998019250603258?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8515998019250603258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=8515998019250603258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/8515998019250603258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/8515998019250603258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2011/06/berenica-lee-yun-jing-bren.html' title='Berenica Lee Yun Jing @ Bren'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9bVRi7-53-Q/Tfe0DknMn6I/AAAAAAAAAh8/2dgxHATx834/s72-c/247029_10150203695192895_678237894_7294638_5717252_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-5863521795747284441</id><published>2011-03-28T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T14:10:55.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The past.</title><content type='html'>So many thoughts in my head&lt;div&gt;Thinking about how things have changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't seem to fall asleep, so I've decided to look through the photos in the computer. As I look at the photos, it feels as if it just happened, I felt like I was there again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been years since I left secondary school, but the fun, the friends, the good times as well as the bad ones, I remember them bit by bit. Reminiscing the past, I came to realize how wonderful life was back then, being childish, having crush, running around, trying to be gangster, making fun of each other, oh man, those days will never come back. Yeah, consequences of growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many friends whom I used to be so close to but now barely even say hi. So many things I tried to forget but doesn't seem to fade even a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In order for me express my feelings, I have decided to write about at least one person in my life, each week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-5863521795747284441?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5863521795747284441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=5863521795747284441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/5863521795747284441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/5863521795747284441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2011/03/past.html' title='The past.'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-2399254183845534461</id><published>2010-09-02T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T04:51:12.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'cause He knows what's the best for us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;"Trust in the Lord with all your heart;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;do not depend on your own understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Seek His will in all you do, and He will show you which path to take"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Proverbs 3 : 5 - 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Indeed, God and only God knows what's the best for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We might know what we want, but we will never know if what we want is the best for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Though sometimes it seems like we are making the perfect decision, but it may turn out to be a perfect mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;God loves us so much that He is constantly knocking on the door of our hearts, until the day we open up and welcome Him into our lives, without giving up, not even having the thought of it. And He gives us only the best of the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The best does not mean everything good, but everything good for us, and it differs according to each individual. God does give us rough times in life. This is not because He is making fun of us, or making a fool out of us, it is to give us a challenge, an experience, so that we can learn from it and grow up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Explaining this in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;realistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; way, the down moments exist to highlight the happy moments, or you will not appreciate the happy moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Explaining this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;scientifically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, a caterpillar must come out of the cocoon on its own, without the help of anything or anyone in order to turn into a beautiful butterfly, although the process of coming out is very painful that none of us can understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But hey my friends, why is it that when we are facing the dull moments of life we blame God for it and when we are having the best moment in life, we tend to forget that God gave us that too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We are merely mortal human beings. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;God is in control of everything, more than what we can think of, beyond what we can imagine of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;So why not trust in the Lord and let Him take control of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If God is with you, who will be against you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-2399254183845534461?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2399254183845534461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=2399254183845534461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2399254183845534461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2399254183845534461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2010/09/because-he-knows-whats-best-for-us.html' title='&apos;cause He knows what&apos;s the best for us'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-2626921737778711591</id><published>2010-08-19T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:32:13.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>最简单的幸福</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;躺在你的怀抱，倾听着你的每一个心跳&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;握着你的手，在你身后，跟着你的脚步走&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;拥抱着你，跟着你的节奏呼吸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;在电话上，毫无目的地聊到三更半夜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;肩并肩坐着赏月，什么都不必说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;你毫无目的地驾着车，而我默默地坐在你身旁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这一切，都是因为你，才会是幸福的&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-2626921737778711591?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2626921737778711591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=2626921737778711591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2626921737778711591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2626921737778711591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='最简单的幸福'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-8729549599016191679</id><published>2010-08-05T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T10:07:10.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Everyone Hates</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Situation 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: We're having a test tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: You should study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: But I'm really tired, I just got back from school. Maybe I should take a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Yeah you will be energetic after sleeping then you can study. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Okay I shall go to bed then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[After a long nap]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Ah! I don't think I have enough time, I should studied before I sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: See, I told you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Situation 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Oh my gosh, I lost my phone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Where did you put?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: On the table!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Who ask you to put there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Situation 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Man I'm starving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Yeah me too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: I have no idea where to have eat, any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Hmm... Upperstar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Yeee no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: McD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Ugh... No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Old Town?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Nah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Then where?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Don't know, up to you la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-8729549599016191679?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8729549599016191679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=8729549599016191679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/8729549599016191679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/8729549599016191679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-everyone-hates.html' title='What Everyone Hates'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-6458077826323268705</id><published>2010-07-22T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T05:01:06.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>他</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;他让我看见&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在我的生命里，若有多一个人的陪伴，生活该有多美好&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他让我体会&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱情是苦涩中带甘甜的感觉，无法以理智与逻辑去形容&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他让我知道&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;原来一旦爱上一个人，就得奋不顾身地持守着那段感情&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他让我发现&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我已经慢慢，慢慢地陷入你给的爱里，掉入爱的无底洞&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他让我体会&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在感情里最重要最需要的不是花言巧语，而是一份专情&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他让我吃惊&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;就连最基本，要他专一，这唯一的条件，他也无法达成&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他让我失望&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;说什么天长地久，说什么白头偕老一切都是无稽的谎言&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他让我体验&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;心痛，是历经以来最难受的一种痛，走不了，也逃不了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他让我窒息&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;没有他的日子能够怎么过，怎么挨，我不知该如何是好&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他让我恐慌&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;忽略自尊放下尊严，泛红着眼眶，苦苦哀求为要他留下&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他让我经历&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;世间所谓的爱情竟是如此冷酷，一声不吭地，说走就走&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他让我愤怒&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;责怪上天为何明知道他带来的只有伤害却硬把他赐给我&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他让我放弃&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;生命中再美好的也很乏味没意义，吹熄了爱下去的动力&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;他让我跌倒&lt;div&gt;但无助的我明白如果我不自己爬起来我永远都爬不起来&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他让我落泪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;哭完以后我答应自己要坚强，让掉落的眼泪流得有价值&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他让我一而再地受伤&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我在崩溃的边缘觉悟要证明我并不脆弱，不让他瞧不起&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他让我孤独&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一个人历尽沧桑，越过死荫幽谷，波折重重，伤痕累累&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他让我学习&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱的世界很黑暗也不简单，若不够坚强，就请知难而退&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-6458077826323268705?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6458077826323268705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=6458077826323268705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/6458077826323268705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/6458077826323268705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='他'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-4145596869617357943</id><published>2010-04-12T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:42:38.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget about the past, cause you can't change it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In fact, there's nothing you can do about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Instead of living in the past, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;STEP OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of it and make sure that the same mistake won't happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;the future is in your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was, it is, and always will be&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-4145596869617357943?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4145596869617357943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=4145596869617357943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4145596869617357943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4145596869617357943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2010/04/wake-up.html' title='Wake up'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-8759905809865283865</id><published>2010-03-21T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T10:35:04.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you think that the world has turned its back on you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and everyone is going against you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And you think that there's a problem with them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THINK AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;might be the problem itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-8759905809865283865?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8759905809865283865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=8759905809865283865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/8759905809865283865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/8759905809865283865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2010/03/think-again.html' title='Think again...'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-4989306368334364330</id><published>2010-03-18T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:58:54.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't think of a title. Hmmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;referring to anyone. Just in case you're wondering/guessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The night is young&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It’s gloomy dark&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Somewhere within my sight he shines like the sun&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Followed my heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Need not to rush&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I thought I found that special someone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;To freeze each time he laughs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Replay the song he sung&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Is nothing but all I want&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Never thought it would come&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As time goes pass&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Obstacles begin to pile up&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I’ve heard enough&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Been thinking much&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Everything starts falling apart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Few miles I run&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Looking out far&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I still can’t see if he’s the one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I turned around&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gazed into the dark&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I realized it’s time to wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/31017625-4989306368334364330?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4989306368334364330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=4989306368334364330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4989306368334364330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4989306368334364330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2010/03/cant-think-of-title-hmmm.html' title='Can&apos;t think of a title. Hmmm.'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-7125039577570612067</id><published>2010-03-17T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T07:09:47.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution of "The Wound"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;After the Basketball Competition...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-6977877527623449286</id><published>2009-12-29T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:47:20.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuching (Not gonna write much)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SzrXAiTvAVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/cHtuEn1RaCk/s400/DSC03478.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420881505703362898" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;James Brooke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Bistro &amp;amp; Cafe-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SzrXxbHCbNI/AAAAAAAAAZU/IYzdLMOGg3Q/s400/DSC03486.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420882345584651474" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dewan Undangan Negeri Sarawak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SzrYN9PUQNI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Cb1Lz4DJQvk/s400/DSC03492.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420882835782516946" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waterfront&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SzrZREyqCVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Wy9bHrL6yfQ/s400/DSC03501.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" 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href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/12/kuching-not-gonna-write-much.html' title='Kuching (Not gonna write much)'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SzrXAiTvAVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/cHtuEn1RaCk/s72-c/DSC03478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-1826053767263077614</id><published>2009-12-11T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T06:12:41.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elaine Singing?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I downloaded this software - KuWo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yup, spent some time trying new stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is one of the best, Karaoke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My version of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Landy - Zhu Wo Sheng Ri Kuai Le&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aiya comment la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=1826053767263077614' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/1826053767263077614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/1826053767263077614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/12/elaine-singing.html' title='Elaine Singing?!'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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And I'm doing it again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm finally 17! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for greeting me people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I like No.5 so I'm gonna highlight the people with 5 xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  San&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Jen Nee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Kopi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;5.  Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Li Teen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Ria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  Celine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  Tzyy Chyi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Mei Ay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Kathleen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Elias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Ze Hao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Jason Lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Henry Lee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Stephanie Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Chin Lek Hau &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Tim Lim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Cyrus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Ze Yao&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Ridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Azuan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Xiao Jun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Idris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Daniel Chen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. Amos Wong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. Yi Hoong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Kelly Chang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Fern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Crystal Chang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. Kon Yung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. Michelle Marcus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. Katrina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. Tan Xin Yi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. Janice Chin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. Christine Chew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. Aunt. Elizabeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. Aina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. Jack Wee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;40. Derek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. Ling Yan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. Wan Jun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. Coach Shirley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. Elizabeth Lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;45. Amos Tai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. Yii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. Maynega&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. Faiez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. Sarah Yap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;50. Ah Lam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51. Ivy Lim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;52. Sandra Chua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;53. Francisca Lo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;54. Carol Yeo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;55. Kathlyn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;56. Ronald Chok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;57. Navin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;58. Mimi JJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;59. Lim Mei Ling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;60. York Hang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;61. Wen Yi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;62. Silas Foo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;63. Andy Hiew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;64. Tan Xian Yong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;65. Jane Chin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;66. Baau Ling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;67. Jovina Ng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;68. Stannia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;69. Karen Ng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;70. Stephanie Chia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;71. Stephy Khoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;72. Cheh Yuen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;73. Nadzmi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;74. Melissa Sen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;75. Andrew Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;76. Siva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;77. Raymond Lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;78. Ting Yi Hang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;79. Chen Pang Siang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;80. Vahin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;81. Ivy Pan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;82. Hannah Tai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;83. Afifi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;84. Daniel Vun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;85. Felix Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;86. Andy Wong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;87. Jun Roger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;88. Tan Shin Yii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;89. Jeshree Chong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;90. Tony Ng&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;91. Melvin Chong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;92. Yu Xiang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;93. Jack Wong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;94. Sam (SC)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;95. Sean Yap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;96. Su Hui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;97. Cynthia Wong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;98. Patrick Wong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;99. Greg G Abun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;100.Kai Ming&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;101.Pei Qi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;102.Lee Jun Yi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;103.Lily Chen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;104.Connie Chua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;105.Tzu Pui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;106.Jien Len&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;107.Karl Chin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;108.Yick San&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;109.Emman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;110.Lizzie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;111.Pinky &amp;amp; Kopi Gou xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;112.Kimberly Faye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;113.Jamie Lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;114.Ying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;115.Lam Jim &amp;amp; Lioness xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;116.Hannah Doh &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;(Late)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;117.Fui Yin &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;(UK time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;118.Tan Xian Qin &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;(Late with a valid  reason: Didn't know i changed number)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;119.Evan &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;(UK time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;120.Chew Yee Ting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;(Late)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;120 persons =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would get less than last year cause my phone ain't with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, sorry yeah, I changed my number but forgot to text you. Although I didn't get your greetings, but I know you tried to call but couldn't get me. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;THANKS ANYWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And dad didn't greet me! He's busy in KL, I forgive him. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The writer says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Awesome =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-7040214599713239627?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7040214599713239627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=7040214599713239627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7040214599713239627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7040214599713239627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-my-birthday-again-and-im-doing-it.html' title='It&apos;s my birthday again! And I&apos;m doing it again!'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-3289145753702470007</id><published>2009-12-04T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:50:05.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was much more than awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2 December 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a message from &lt;b&gt;Pei Fern (Yvette)&lt;/b&gt;, asking if I'm free tomorrow (3 December 2009) night. She said they wanna celebrate my birthday earlier cause &lt;b&gt;Malcolm&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Raymond&lt;/b&gt; are leaving to Kota Kinabalu on Friday (4 December 2009). I was really excited and touched already, I never thought someone's gonna organize a party for me T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I discussed with &lt;b&gt;Fern&lt;/b&gt; about the time, venue and all. I couldn't wait until tomorrow night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3 December 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had Physics exam. I wasn't feeling alright for Paper 1, I was still mourning for my lost phone. Wondering if that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;freaking pervert&lt;/span&gt; would keep disturbing my friends and do something stupid to my photos (nothing private, no worries xD). But then I realized that it's pointless to feel so during my SPM, which will eventually affect my result. So Paper 2 and 3 was pretty good =) I'm not targeting an A for Physics though, might have really low marks for Paper 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;THE TIME HAS COME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mich&lt;/b&gt; (driver), &lt;b&gt;Pik Chean&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Ken&lt;/b&gt; and I went to the place where we're gonna have dinner,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Dovist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which is also where I lost my phone. LOL. We ordered drinks, waited for the rest. Soon (not really soon, they were kinda late =.=), &lt;b&gt;Fern&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Ray&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Mal&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;Jason &lt;/b&gt;arrived. Before I go any further, I shall describe the beautiful people first...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mich &lt;/b&gt;- She looked adorable that night especially with the cute dress she was wearing. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chean&lt;/b&gt; -  Gorgeous body shape! Hahahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fern &lt;/b&gt;- The model look as ever. Tall, skinny, what more can a girl ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ken &lt;/b&gt;- He was sparkling! Hahaha! (With the shirt he was wearing) He's cute xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mal &lt;/b&gt;- OMG Prince charming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ray &lt;/b&gt;- Ahhh rabbit! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jason&lt;/b&gt; - New friend! Lol. He looks a bit like Jay Chou though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sxj7EI9Hw3I/AAAAAAAAAYs/0_MPeo2WfNY/s400/15439_195999541783_635851783_3677701_5120223_n0.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411351000827544434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raymond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle        Yvette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                       Pik Chean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elaine (Me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Malcolm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenneth      Jason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, the&lt;i&gt; food &lt;/i&gt;and the &lt;i&gt;gathering&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;! We had so much fun chit chatting. One of the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;best&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; topic was... "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What's your weight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" Hahaha. I shall not talk much about that, gotta respect others xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, we went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Hometown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I know, it doesn't sound good, I know. But it's not like what you think! It's somewhere like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Kbox&lt;/span&gt; except that it's more expensive, less songs but with great sound system, couch, atmosphere. And bigger room of course. =D We&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;sang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;shouted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;screamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;cheered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;yelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WE HAD SO MUCH FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I guess the best song would be... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;CHINESE VERSION OF GIRLFRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Avril Lavigne! Hahahahaha! It's ridiculous, it really is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Original&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey hey you you I wanna be your girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No way no way no it's not a secret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey hey you you I wanna be your girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ridiculously Translated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey hey you you wo yao zuo ni de nv peng you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(我要做你的女朋友)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No way no way zhe bu shi ge mi mi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(这不是个秘密)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey hey you you wo yao zuo ni de nv peng you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(我要做你的女朋友)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man we couldn't help laughing! Everyone sang, including &lt;b&gt;MAL&lt;/b&gt;! He can still read Chinese, impressive... Hahaha! That was probably the climax of the night. AWESOMENESS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must also highlight something:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Michelle&lt;/b&gt; can hit the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;high pitch&lt;/span&gt;! OMG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.&lt;b&gt; Malcolm &lt;/b&gt;faker said he can't sing, padahal he was like the best singer! Man his voice is just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;sexay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! One of the sexiest voice I've ever heard. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SxkPKS6vgLI/AAAAAAAAAZE/UYBl96zYJaA/s400/15439_195999456783_635851783_3677686_4008923_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411373096813691058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wheee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SxkFOxFLXsI/AAAAAAAAAY0/6areo1gfcDQ/s400/15439_195999466783_635851783_3677687_4479823_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411362178513723074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pik Chean (Kopi), Fern, Meeee, San &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SxkFikQqIVI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0ES68qRQgEA/s400/15439_195999476783_635851783_3677689_1862174_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411362518669599058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the guys of course:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ken, Meee, Mal, Jason, Ray at the back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The writer says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I paid RMxx.xx for the meal, I was kinda shocked, it was cheap. Hahaha. I'm not trying to brag or what, but really, it's nothing compared to what my friends paid, which is like RMxxx.xx. (So sorry buddies, i didn't know 2 jugs of coke is like... Hahaha I'm sorry. =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fern&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Mal&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;San&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Kopi&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Ken&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Ray&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Jason&lt;/b&gt; (although I don't really know you), I love you guys more than ever, and my love for you grows =) Aww please cry. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so blessed to have you guys as friends. XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-3289145753702470007?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3289145753702470007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=3289145753702470007' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/3289145753702470007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/3289145753702470007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-was-much-more-than-awesome.html' title='It was much more than awesome!'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sxj7EI9Hw3I/AAAAAAAAAYs/0_MPeo2WfNY/s72-c/15439_195999541783_635851783_3677701_5120223_n0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-5551249173827259247</id><published>2009-12-02T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T03:56:09.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, K530i</title><content type='html'>K530i, my first phone ever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I sat for my 9th subject of SPM, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;General Science&lt;/span&gt;. It was pretty good, and I'm targeting an A for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After the exam, Pik Chean, Michelle and I went to Dovist, Sri Perdana for lunch. We had fun gossiping about the 'San Hoi Poh' disgusting guy (the waitor). And Michelle came up with an idea, recording time! I gotta admit that I'm pretty good in imitating, so I was asked to act as that disgusting guy. I took out my PHONE, wanted to record, but we were using Michelle's, I put my phone down ON THE TABLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We left the restaurant without realizing my phone was STILL ON THE TABLE (Actually I'm not really sure about it even until now). We went to Orange Boutique, met mum, chit chat and left. Then we went to Tabanak, Michelle bought bread, Pik Chean bought some herbal. When I was waiting in the car, I was wondering: why is my pocket so light?! I started looking for my phone in the car, Michelle helped. Pik Chean came back, we told her that I couldn't find my phone. She drove me all the way back to Sri Perdana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We went to Orange Boutique first, couldn't find. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We went to Dovist, the boss was a little shocked, but they couldn't do anything cause there was a power cut, the CCTVs were not working. There is nothing they can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I felt down after that, but I didn't want to show it on my face, I knew it will affect everyone else. So I pretended as if I was alright, but deep inside my heart, no one knows how I feel. We went to the Hotlink Center, I wanna take my number back, I love my number and I've been using that number for more than 2 years I guess. After getting everything done, we walked to the car, I wasn't aware of any cars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;If it wasn't God's blessings, I guess I would have died in a car crash. But at that point of time, I really wanted to just end my life. The feeling was really complicated. I felt like dying not because I hate life or what, I just thought it's okay to leave, I don't care about anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;If I took one more step, goodbye Elaine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We sent Michelle home after that. Michelle offered to lend me her extra phone. I was really happy that she's being so helpful. I took the phone home with me, and using it now (Send me a message in FB or anywhere possible if you want my number).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Pik Chean sent me home. Got lectured by dad a little, but mum didn't lecture me at all, I bet she doesn't want to affect my emotions cause I'm having SPM Physics Paper tomorrow. When I told them about what happened, I couldn't help but burst into tears. I feel guilty in a way that I wasn't careful enough, and now dad has to buy me a new phone. I don't want a new phone, I want my K530i =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SxZTYrNcwmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/p_qiNLTeOcI/s320/n553350217_1642327_6384.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410603685713330786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left - Right: Michelle, Pik Chean, Elaine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(This photo was taken last year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SxZVEaWs_uI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Mqr3FI49DI8/s200/CP+toilet.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410605536614612706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first photo of my phone and I =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(This photo was taken last year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Writer's Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to thank God for granting me great friends, Michelle and Pik Chean. They are really supportive, really great friends. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-5551249173827259247?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5551249173827259247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=5551249173827259247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/5551249173827259247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/5551249173827259247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-k530i.html' title='Goodbye, K530i'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SxZTYrNcwmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/p_qiNLTeOcI/s72-c/n553350217_1642327_6384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-2103482344252770747</id><published>2009-11-24T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T04:20:11.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Moves Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, 宋体;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div id="lrc7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's 8.03pm right now. I'm on e-Revision + listening to music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc7" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There is this song, that attracts me so deeply, the melody was just... melancholic! (I'm the jiwang kind of person =D) It sounds so sad that I just can't help but stop studying and look for the lyrics of that song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc7" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc7" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;After looking at the lyrics, OMG I have no idea how to describe how I feel. I just feel like... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;bursting into tears!&lt;/span&gt; Tears of joy + sorrow. The lyrics is just awesomely written, and of course the singer is one of my favorite singer on earth, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Jam Hsiao (萧敬腾)&lt;/span&gt;! His voice is so unbelievably influential. Something makes wanna marry him! =P I can listen to his voice forever! I'll never get enough or tired of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc7" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So here's the song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc7" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc7" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc7"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSnTNETGnhw"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;萧敬腾 - 奋不顾身&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc7" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;大雨 像下了一世紀&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;我用 手臂撐起屋頂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;曾經 你就在我懷裡 讓我 風平雨停&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc10"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;我好想你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc11"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc12"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;我 是沉默的行星&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc13"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;移動 都以你為中心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc14"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;只是 未世一來臨 一切化 為灰燼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc15"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;都回不去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc16"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc17"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;我用我的生命愛你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc18"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;不讓尖銳的世界傷害你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc19"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;不懂花言巧語的人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc20"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"我愛你" 往往來不及證明&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc21"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc22"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;我用我的生命愛你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc23"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;忘記自己也毫不留情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc24"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;愛一個人 奮不顧身&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc25"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;喔 辛苦 也覺得平靜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc26"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc27"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;時間 是唯一的線索&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc28"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;印證 我沒說的承諾&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc29"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;當我 放開你的手 如果有點振動&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc30"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;不是發抖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc31"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc32"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;我用我的生命愛你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc33"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;不讓尖銳的世界傷害你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc34"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;不懂花言巧語的人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc35"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"我愛你" 往往來不及證明&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc36"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc37"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;我用我的生命愛你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc38"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;忘記自己也毫不留情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc39"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;愛一個人 奮不顧身&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc40"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;喔 辛苦 也覺得平靜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc41"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc42"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;穿過巨大的傷口&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc43"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;我找到當時的溫柔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc44"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;有始有終　就算收穫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc45"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;我從不在乎心痛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc46"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc47"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;我用我的生命愛你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc48"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;不讓尖銳的世界傷害你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc49"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;不懂花言巧語的人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc50"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"我愛你" 往往來不及證明&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc51"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc52"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;我用我的生命愛你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc53"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;忘記自己也毫不留情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc54"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;愛一個人 奮不顧身&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc55"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;喔 辛苦 也覺得平靜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc56"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;我 甘心 因為 我願意&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc56"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc56"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If my husband sings this on our wedding day, I'm gonna melt! MELT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc56"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lrc56"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Sorry bananas =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-2103482344252770747?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2103482344252770747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=2103482344252770747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2103482344252770747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2103482344252770747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-moves-me.html' title='It Moves Me'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-2005069587258269890</id><published>2009-11-20T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:21:50.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agaseh Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(The idea of the title is suggested by Michelle. Haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'm really very super duper upset. (I hope this shows how upset I am. xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I could get "Kokurikulum Terbaik". I always thought...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if it's not Michelle, it's gonna be me. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to school everyday, to spend time with my friends and to see if I'm gonna get an invitation to the Majlis Penyampaian Anugerah Kecemerlangan (MPAK). Until the day before MPAK, I got nothing, I was sure that the winner must be someone else. I was a little disappointed but not too upset. I thought the winner must be someone really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT THEN! I FOUND OUT THAT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(It might not be 100% accurate, but at least 99%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The winner is some random student who...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Took part in kawad (something like parade?) and was chosen to represent the state but didn't win in national.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. 2nd runner up in the national chess competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is unfair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle and I are better than them both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- chosen to represent the state (unfortunately there was a date clash with gymrama) in the national basketball competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1st runner up in the national rhythmic gymnastic competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- represented the state to Eksplorasi Alam Kerjaya competition but didn't win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1st runner up in the national rhythmic gymnastic competition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CANNOT believe and understand. The random person won with such achievement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it as simple as the school is being racist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugghhh sick =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mr. Murukesu&lt;/span&gt; (my school principal) sees this, since he's a frequent visitor of my blog. Teehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-2005069587258269890?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2005069587258269890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=2005069587258269890' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2005069587258269890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2005069587258269890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/11/agaseh-sucks.html' title='Agaseh Sucks'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-8087399626905657382</id><published>2009-11-18T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T02:09:35.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 'Perfect' SPM-Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;18th of November 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; A very important day for the form 5 students. SPM! I believe everyone is nervous and no one is excited about it. If you are... You're crazy! Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;17th of November 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The day before SPM, just like any other SPM candidates, I was busy revising for tomorrow's exam. It's pretty fun actually when you are busy doing something really meaningful =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I studied for about 5 hours non-stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I just broke my own record! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Everything went well until...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I got myself ready to go to bed, i planned to sleep at 10.30pm! It's VERY early for me because I usually sleep at 1.00am+. My biological clock is basically upside down. =P So I packed my things for tomorrow and texted 'him'. Then don't know how, the conversation went totally wrong/right. The truth has revealed. He said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;he moved on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I remember my school counselor, Cikgu Mapatan told us during a short seminar: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;"Kalau boleh, kuarantinkan handset kamu untuk satu bulan. Pada saat-saat yang genting ini mungkin akan ada gangguan emosi - oh tamatlah hubungan kita!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Michelle and I were laughing so hard about that. And I thought it would never happen to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;After receiving 'his' message, I just can't stop thinking about it. I don't get it. Why did this happen to me a day before my exam? And why so sudden? What was those few days ago? I thought he was joking at first but he wasn't. I was kinda shocked, but thank God that I was immuned, I didn't feel much pain, in fact I didn't feel any pain. It's not the first time after all. The same thing like this happened for many times already. But I believe that if it wasn't God's blessing, I would be crying like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It's 1.30am now. I can't believe I'm still awake. I have less than 5 hours sleep. I'm having Malay and History tomorrow. Gees...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;A beautiful lie? Or an ugly truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;I would prefer the ugly truth. So, thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;What pissed me off is not that it happens right before my exam, but it's because it happens over and over again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Don't ask who, you do not know him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Or if you know who he is, keep quiet. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I'm so jiwang with this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qscjGiSbX0"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Bad MV, great song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Chinese by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-8087399626905657382?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8087399626905657382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=8087399626905657382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/8087399626905657382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/8087399626905657382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-perfect-spm-eve.html' title='My &apos;Perfect&apos; SPM-Eve'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-1062258275971528407</id><published>2009-11-11T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T04:56:57.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened in school...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today my classmates and I went crazy! So here it goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jen Nee gave me one big pack of balloons I bought for the class party weeks ago. She left it on my desk, I was busy doing revision. My 'neighbours' took some balloons and started blowing. Michelle wrote something on the balloon, and she influenced everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SvujRED2jlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/2PLxZcuZwus/s320/DSC00330.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403091691504045650" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SvujoiiIitI/AAAAAAAAAWM/hvxA7oqHk8s/s320/DSC00361.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403092094821108434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle, Elaine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know whose idea it was, we started doing something really stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Svv-lHPOpkI/AAAAAAAAAWU/hw8WWDDW5P0/s320/DSC00353.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403192091512579650" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Svv_NDc5h5I/AAAAAAAAAWc/L_AwY__9dhQ/s320/DSC00348.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403192777690941330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle, Elaine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I know it's really stupid. I mean REALLY STUPID. But who cares?! It was fun! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we gathered, we played truth or dare without truth which is dare. Okay this is confusing.&lt;/div&gt;I was saying... we played dare. The way of choosing winners and loser is... It's called ''Sa-Ma'' in Chinese, I have no idea what it is called in English. ANYWAY!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The loser has to catwalk outside the classroom with the balloon inside the shirt. If the same person loses again, she has to walk until the end of the next classroom. If the same person loses again, add one more classroom. And the highest record was 4 classrooms by Salmih. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awww I hope we can hang out like everyday! But I know that we are going on separate ways real soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna miss them =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some low quality videos. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Salmih's catwalk till the 4th classroom from our classroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Salmih's catwalk till the 3rd classroom from our classroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Goodbye balloon aka baby! 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=1062258275971528407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/1062258275971528407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/1062258275971528407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-happened-in-school.html' title='What happened in school...'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SvujRED2jlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/2PLxZcuZwus/s72-c/DSC00330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-2203444337134742758</id><published>2009-11-05T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:38:13.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It simply means 'I love you'</title><content type='html'>There is this someone in my life whom I love so much. He bugs me, lectures me, he watched me grow from a little girl to a young lady (I'm not a girl not yet a woman). He is my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;superhero,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; DADDY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad is a typical Chinese, except that he doesn't know Chinese language, he can speak but he can't really read. That's because he is English educated (orang zaman British). He's so 'English' that Iris (my eldest sister) answered "He's an English man!" when her kindergarden teacher asked "What does your father do?" Because he is a typical Chinese, there are many things he chose not to tell, such as I love you, I care for you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad was in KL for the past few days for a meeting. He came back yesterday, and I was really happy to see him cause I didn't have enough money to spend, he's my walking ATM machine! =D Haha. As we were both sitting in the living room, my dad took something out from his bag, "Na, for you." He makes fun of me by giving me something entirely different from what he says, EVERY TIME. Every time when he gives me something (except for money) I will have to think twice. This time, I took it and hope that I won't be fooled... again. I opened the plastic bag, saw a box, then I was sure that it's a real gift. I took it out and OMG! A pen with my name on it, and so does the box! &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;ELAINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. The coolest thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below my name on the box, it says 'She always keeps her promises'. Straight away I burst into laughter! I told dad: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;You won't agree with this. Definitely won't. Ahahaha! Strongly disagree&lt;/span&gt;." My dad didn't realize that there was a description. He took the box and read. He smiled with his eyes (wow so Tyra Banks. Haha.) And said: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Then you'll have to live up to your name&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I do keep most of my promises, I hardly break one. But it's different at home. Haha. When I go out at night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;What time are you coming back&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Uhm... Before 11.30pm&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when I reach home, it will be 11.45pm already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm on the computer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;What time are you going out&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Before 12am&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I'll go up at 1am, just before he comes out to lecture me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea why I'm always late. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad said: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Now with this pen, you should study hard&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Awwwwwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I almost cried. I could feel his love for me, a father's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then he said: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Don't bring this pen only, you need more extra pen for your exam&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Haha so confident that I'm gonna bring the pen for SPM. And HEY! I must remind him that I'm 17, not 7! (Oh I'm actually 16. =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it's just a pen, although he is too 'typical Chinese' to say it out, but I know, that it simply means 'I love you'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, 'old-bean'! (It means dad in Cantonese.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SvPf4MswXrI/AAAAAAAAAV8/5ia2ZE0vxOA/s400/DSC03289.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400906534721969842" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-2203444337134742758?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2203444337134742758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=2203444337134742758' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2203444337134742758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2203444337134742758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-simply-means-i-love-you.html' title='It simply means &apos;I love you&apos;'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SvPf4MswXrI/AAAAAAAAAV8/5ia2ZE0vxOA/s72-c/DSC03289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-3364767178560958136</id><published>2009-11-05T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:55:08.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time - 2:05pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Date - 25 September 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day - Friday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SvOkfJBNnbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/hx3F46D5u2M/s1600-h/DSC09994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SvOkfJBNnbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/hx3F46D5u2M/s400/DSC09994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400841233051262386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Place      - Airport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Town     - Lahad Datu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Victims  - Panic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Others   - Watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me          - Camera time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Vehicles - Stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Traffic    - Jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bomba    - Sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SvOrIrWye6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/VDz-7Mu95YA/s400/DSC00002.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400848543712967586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Place      - Airport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Town     - Lahad Datu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Victims  - Mourn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Others   - Watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Me          - Sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Vehicles - Stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Traffic    - Jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Bomba   - Finally awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-3364767178560958136?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3364767178560958136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=3364767178560958136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/3364767178560958136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/3364767178560958136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/11/that-day.html' title='That day...'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SvOkfJBNnbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/hx3F46D5u2M/s72-c/DSC09994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-7404524359160885842</id><published>2009-10-22T02:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T02:18:25.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>望着布满星星的夜空&lt;br /&gt;诉说心里的孤单与寂寞&lt;br /&gt;我的思念&lt;br /&gt;你听见了没有？&lt;br /&gt;分隔的日子说久不久&lt;br /&gt;你的心已神秘得我无法猜透&lt;br /&gt;是否到了&lt;br /&gt;说再见的时候？&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;为你滴下无数泪珠&lt;br /&gt;硬着接受你的残酷&lt;br /&gt;只怪反驳不是个出路&lt;br /&gt;说好一起奋斗下去&lt;br /&gt;最后你却中途放弃&lt;br /&gt;我的心呻吟的痛你不会懂&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;爱你是我的冲动&lt;br /&gt;一个美丽的举动&lt;br /&gt;不需要理由&lt;br /&gt;这次你放手&lt;br /&gt;我也不奢望你回心转意&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想你是我的嗜好&lt;br /&gt;是深爱你的暗号&lt;br /&gt;坚持到底的&lt;br /&gt;已化为乌有&lt;br /&gt;我只好在你世界里消失&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;让时间麻醉自己&lt;br /&gt;，冲淡过去的喜悲，弥补心里那份空虚。&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;爱让人受伤。&lt;br /&gt;既然会受伤，又何苦爱？&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;醒来吧，我沉睡已久的理智！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-7404524359160885842?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7404524359160885842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=7404524359160885842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7404524359160885842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7404524359160885842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-5827543147776223738</id><published>2009-07-01T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:41:49.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Photo</title><content type='html'>Just got it from my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SkwsARhNaWI/AAAAAAAAAUk/zq-ZayBiK-A/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353702440250992994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SkwsARhNaWI/AAAAAAAAAUk/zq-ZayBiK-A/s400/DSC00124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disgusting?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;cool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-5827543147776223738?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5827543147776223738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=5827543147776223738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/5827543147776223738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/5827543147776223738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-photo.html' title='New Photo'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SkwsARhNaWI/AAAAAAAAAUk/zq-ZayBiK-A/s72-c/DSC00124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-7372056952061074617</id><published>2009-06-16T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:34:57.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to blog for quite some time. Been busy and lazy. Finally can spare some time for this today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;UPDATES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally transferred the photos to the computer. And now I can show you some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SjiKIxHysFI/AAAAAAAAATM/a1sQGPPR5xY/s1600-h/DSC09457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348176440732069970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SjiKIxHysFI/AAAAAAAAATM/a1sQGPPR5xY/s400/DSC09457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken few days before going to West Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consulted a doctor, like I have said, and got my leg wrapped with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;herbals&lt;/span&gt;. I have no idea why, after the competition, my leg got swollen like a balloon.&lt;br /&gt;The photos below will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY ONE&lt;/span&gt; (morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SjiBJ4pLj3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/CX2E9sdsmlo/s1600-h/DSC09539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348166564326379378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SjiBJ4pLj3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/CX2E9sdsmlo/s400/DSC09539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY ONE&lt;/span&gt; (night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SjiDxKhj8OI/AAAAAAAAASM/UeFJPz1mLxI/s1600-h/DSC09540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348169438164414690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SjiDxKhj8OI/AAAAAAAAASM/UeFJPz1mLxI/s400/DSC09540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;white spots&lt;/span&gt; are actually blisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't delay any longer, I have decided to consult a doctor again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SjiEcnWpvaI/AAAAAAAAASU/g2em37NhWiE/s1600-h/DSC09542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348170184637660578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SjiEcnWpvaI/AAAAAAAAASU/g2em37NhWiE/s400/DSC09542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the blister went BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SjiFAmphD9I/AAAAAAAAASc/HE4n2ZtRkUM/s1600-h/DSC09548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348170802923638738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SjiFAmphD9I/AAAAAAAAASc/HE4n2ZtRkUM/s400/DSC09548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Liquid&lt;/span&gt; coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY TWO&lt;/span&gt; (morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SjiFdddxtjI/AAAAAAAAASk/PK9BOUTqAWs/s1600-h/DSC09555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348171298674685490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SjiFdddxtjI/AAAAAAAAASk/PK9BOUTqAWs/s400/DSC09555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applied some cream on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY TWO&lt;/span&gt; (night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SjiF41-b8xI/AAAAAAAAASs/ODWygcjF7qI/s1600-h/DSC09562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348171769110590226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SjiF41-b8xI/AAAAAAAAASs/ODWygcjF7qI/s400/DSC09562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;curry&lt;/span&gt; for dinner, just&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; a teeny bit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;of curry&lt;/span&gt; and it got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Note: More blisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I ate only 2 buns per meal, because basically everything there is&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;spicy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY THREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swollen part got better. Didn't take any photo, no time for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah same like Day three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY FIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;home sweet home&lt;/span&gt;. Been away from home for about a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SjiH3XoxMRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NnfHWwUswfU/s1600-h/DSC09573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348173942810030354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SjiH3XoxMRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NnfHWwUswfU/s400/DSC09573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned black, which I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;And the blisters are dried. Like raisins. (Eewww I don't feel like eating raisins anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SjiJ-QTnKqI/AAAAAAAAATE/MNnnD3d9Xw8/s1600-h/DSC09583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 151px; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348176260124584610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SjiJ-QTnKqI/AAAAAAAAATE/MNnnD3d9Xw8/s400/DSC09583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my legs and arms started to have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rashes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after having only 2 buns per meal for a week, I now suffer from some sort of eating disorder. Can't really swallow solid food. And mum is the best mum ever, she asked the maid to cook porridge for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to another doctor, again, and he said:&lt;br /&gt;Leg and arm - Possibly allergic to the herbal. Takes time to recover.&lt;br /&gt;Backbone - Possibly strained muscle. Takes time to recover.&lt;br /&gt;Throat - Not used to eating much, takes time to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leg, arm, backbone, throat... What next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-7372056952061074617?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7372056952061074617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=7372056952061074617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7372056952061074617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7372056952061074617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-been-wanting-to-blog-for-quite-some.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SjiKIxHysFI/AAAAAAAAATM/a1sQGPPR5xY/s72-c/DSC09457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-7011236348530175335</id><published>2009-06-09T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T04:24:20.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today... Again...</title><content type='html'>I'm now in Ipoh, Perak. Participating in the EAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to update you about my leg and backbone.&lt;br /&gt;So my foot is now officially swollen. I insisted not to consult a doctor until last night, when I reach this place, my foot looks like an elephant leg. Ridiculously big. You can ask Pei Fern. Haha. It's kinda scary though, with countless blisters on it. But anyway, no worries, it's not thaaaat serious. It just takes time to cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh can't talk much now, gotta go already.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more about the competitions soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-7011236348530175335?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7011236348530175335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=7011236348530175335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7011236348530175335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7011236348530175335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-again.html' title='Today... Again...'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-2667290076687324482</id><published>2009-05-31T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:44:45.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Today...</title><content type='html'>Thanks to each and everyone of you who are concerned about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consulted a doctor 2 days ago, 29 June 2009 (Friday).&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said:&lt;br /&gt;Backbone = crooked/askew/twisted. I don't know which word to use.&lt;br /&gt;Left foot = hurt the nerve, misplaced bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said my dislocated bone caused around half an inch difference between my left and right leg. Cool huh? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to rest for 2 days. Even if he didn't ask me to, I will not go for training. Very gila painful. He wrapped my foot with the...herbals? for 2 days. Today is the day to remove that sanitary-pad-like-bandage. All I can see/feel is rashes. It's reddish, itchy, painful. Ughhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so my point is, I'm fine =)&lt;br /&gt;Although it's still painful, but I will still go for training.&lt;br /&gt;Just yeah pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-2667290076687324482?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2667290076687324482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=2667290076687324482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2667290076687324482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2667290076687324482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-today.html' title='Another Today...'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-8302773235633965523</id><published>2009-05-26T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T06:20:22.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>Don't know what's happening to the Senior Group gymnasts.&lt;br /&gt;(San, Sim Yee, Andrea, Nyuk Ling, Bow Ee and I)&lt;br /&gt;We get injured or sick one after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with Michelle, she got a boil on her arm. It was really, i mean REALLY serious. She even went for operation to remove it. Poor girl...&lt;br /&gt;Then, Sim Yee. She twisted her leg when she land from a jump. She consulted a singse, got her leg wrapped.&lt;br /&gt;Bow Ee. Nothing much to talk about her. She's forever weak. (Kinda fake sometimes) xP&lt;br /&gt;Nyuk Ling. She sleeps late and wakes up early for some... funny reasons. She suffered from headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea and I, try our best not to get injured or sick. But no matter how hard we try, we somehow got injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea... She injured her foot. Too much of practice i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Me... I injured my backbone. =( near my butt. ahh long story. And i think that is what makes my left leg, the whole leg painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stand the pain after dancing the routine for the 2nd time. And the most embarrassing part is after the 2nd routine, the coach asked me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Bolehkah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Boleh =)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Betul bolehkah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Boleh =)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Saya nampak kamu push bah. Kamu semua memang bersungguh-sungguh. Jangan push okay. Bolehkah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Boleh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*tears rolled down the cheeks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oh shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Tunggu ya cikgu. Hehehe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*wipe tears*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Bolehkah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Boleh =)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Janganlah. Kamu rest la. Nanti tambah teruk tu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Uhm... Ya la, rest hari ini."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't rest also. haha. Cause it's a group exercise. So yeah, can't continue practicing if one of us rest or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9.14pm. I didn't go out with San for dinner. Leg and butt are very painful. Sitting here is also causing me pain. Sigh. Okay, go to bed now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SEM!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; tell dad and mum! hehehe. Don't want them to worry about me. You know la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-8302773235633965523?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8302773235633965523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=8302773235633965523' title='296 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/8302773235633965523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/8302773235633965523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>296</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-7819616912931057726</id><published>2009-05-17T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:09:18.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymrama Intensive Training</title><content type='html'>Training started on the 14th of June, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;The training is hard and torturous, and it caused me bruises and muscle pain all over my body. thighs, arms, waist, back and even butt =.= But I always tell myself: Don't give up, it's a very good opportunity for me to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince I moved back to LD, I started eating like a bull. The highest record, 6 plates of rice + oyster sauce for dinner. I'm a big fan of rice =D So yeah... very soon, i turned 56kg. This is because when I was in KK, I skip meals very often. And the reasons are forgot to tapao, lazy to walk to the nearby restaurant, forgot to restock the instant noodles, too tired to eat, too sleepy to eat. Maybe that caused 'emptiness in my heart', and I was trying so hard to fill it up... Sobs. So yeah, I hope I can lose at least 5kg. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during the training, I learnt something. Well not actually learnt. But I was reminded of what my dad told me before. A task - When you fail to do it, it's your fault. When you did it, it's your duty. It was the warm up session. We were doing pivot. I'm not so good in balancing, pivot and all. I'm better in flexibility. It was really hard for me. I managed to do 3 complete pivots out of 5. The coach was complaining, saying that I should practice more blablabla. I was thinking, why can't they look at the 3 successful ones instead of the 2 failed ones. Immediately after that, a thought came to my mind: A task - When you fail to do it, it's your fault. When you did it, it's your duty. It sounds a bit cruel, but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh it's already 1am. I shall go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Training Time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekdays : 2pm - 9pm&lt;br /&gt;Weekends : 2pm - 7pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insane huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-7819616912931057726?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7819616912931057726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=7819616912931057726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7819616912931057726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7819616912931057726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/05/gymrama-intensive-training.html' title='Gymrama Intensive Training'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-7424815631791363728</id><published>2009-05-17T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:59:55.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[No Subject]</title><content type='html'>Not many of you know that I'm in KK now. And will be going home only after the mid-term school holiday. I told those who asked, the rest... you know why you don't know. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Why am I in KK?&lt;br /&gt;1. Competition: Karnival Kaunseling - Eksplorasi Alam Kerjaya&lt;br /&gt;2. Gymrama Intensive Training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we won the EAK! Woohoo! It is one of the best thing that happened in my life! All glory to God. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. One of my biggest worries now, at this moment is... I'm not sure if I can attend both the EAK and the gymrama competition. &lt;br /&gt;Gymrama: 4th - 7th of June (Pahang)&lt;br /&gt;EAK: 8th - 11th of June (Perak)&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really clash but you know what, there is no direct flight from Pahang to Perak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said that if I have to travel alone all the way from Pahang to Perak, I must quit Gymrama. At first I was like... Okay, quit, no problem. After all both are national level and I have sacrificed so much for EAK. But now, after putting in so much effort in gymrama, I feel like I must not quit. It's torturing my brain. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-7424815631791363728?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7424815631791363728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=7424815631791363728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7424815631791363728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7424815631791363728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-subject.html' title='[No Subject]'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-4657841451753035646</id><published>2009-03-14T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T04:42:39.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stayed up for 41 Hours</title><content type='html'>I decided to write about this cause... cause... I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Brain's not functioning well now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 March 2009&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5am for school. Came home, and skipped tuition just to do the keris for our BM drama. Why was it me? It all happened on the 12th of March:&lt;br /&gt;Gees, WHY MEEEE?&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're busy!&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh like I'm not?&lt;br /&gt;You're not as busy as we are.&lt;br /&gt;Fine fine fine... I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;But 12th of March, I didn't have time! I got physics tuition class. I got homework. I got all kind of things to do! But sigh... I love my friends... What to do...&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I had no choice but to skip BM tuition. I reached home at around 1pm that day, took a shower, had my lunch, watch tv for a while, and it was already 3pm, and that's when I started doing the keris thingy. For the first time, I could concentrate for so long... until it was 6pm, mum came home with yummy curry puffs and fried bananas. I couldn't resist that... temptation! So yeah, I went to have few pieces of each. Then continued with my work.&lt;br /&gt;14 March 2009 - 6AM!&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit man... How to do the stupid handle...&lt;br /&gt;I got really frustrated and felt dizzy. But thank God that my brain was still working, I managed to 'invent' the way of making the handle. But until 8am, I've only done 80%! Still need 2 more handles. But I couldn't waste any second, I went to get myself ready, our group drama practice starts at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;So 8.30am, dad, San, Pik Chean and I had breakfast together. 9.30am, we went to Navin's house. We weren't late xP&lt;br /&gt;We all had fun! The house was filled with our laughters. Being with them makes me really happy and relieved from stress. But I feel kinda sad too cause I kept making mistakes, due to the lack of sleep. =(&lt;br /&gt;After everyone left, San, Pik Chean, Navin and I went out for a drink. We had a great time reminiscing the past and talking craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm, I reached home. Turned on the com and yeah... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's the photos!&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, the BM drama title: KERUSI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SbusenCqvlI/AAAAAAAAAPs/IMxnB_0nAKc/s1600-h/DSC08596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313029827289857618" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SbusenCqvlI/AAAAAAAAAPs/IMxnB_0nAKc/s320/DSC08596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swollen fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SbzH7tkFltI/AAAAAAAAARs/BImgzX0OwEA/s1600-h/DSC08601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313341489047508690" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SbzH7tkFltI/AAAAAAAAARs/BImgzX0OwEA/s320/DSC08601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The undone keris. Not made of wood! It's just the colouring skill. Muahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbu3yNzk3xI/AAAAAAAAAQM/P4gpL2aswCM/s1600-h/DSC02922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313042258740961042" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbu3yNzk3xI/AAAAAAAAAQM/P4gpL2aswCM/s320/DSC02922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't we... man? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbu7NmQXMsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JQuSVgePEss/s1600-h/DSC08610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313046027695502018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbu7NmQXMsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JQuSVgePEss/s320/DSC08610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my moustache man. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbu4PWgM6II/AAAAAAAAAQU/276JiU5gDGA/s1600-h/DSC02964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313042759291824258" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbu4PWgM6II/AAAAAAAAAQU/276JiU5gDGA/s320/DSC02964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're ready baybeh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sb46Bbm9qbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/bGL3xx6sk_U/s1600-h/DSC08630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313748406609226162" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sb46Bbm9qbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/bGL3xx6sk_U/s320/DSC08630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Call me... leng zai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbu4c9tetzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/LCRdSI3okjA/s1600-h/DSC02932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313042993154799410" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbu4c9tetzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/LCRdSI3okjA/s320/DSC02932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wheee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbut757CiYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/hkg-XFYX_VA/s1600-h/DSC08642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313031430085970306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbut757CiYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/hkg-XFYX_VA/s320/DSC08642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kerusi =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SbuunH7qtRI/AAAAAAAAAP8/BLiuURzhmvo/s1600-h/DSC08641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313032172581074194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SbuunH7qtRI/AAAAAAAAAP8/BLiuURzhmvo/s320/DSC08641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uinah orang pro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SbuzuPXCTPI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7bPGsss4UTU/s1600-h/DSC08643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313037792392137970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SbuzuPXCTPI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7bPGsss4UTU/s320/DSC08643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbu87XLa54I/AAAAAAAAARc/X6uZi_WWyUo/s1600-h/DSC08645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313047913433851778" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbu87XLa54I/AAAAAAAAARc/X6uZi_WWyUo/s320/DSC08645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbu-M_q_YjI/AAAAAAAAARk/97b9mTJWoqk/s1600-h/DSC08631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313049315873088050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbu-M_q_YjI/AAAAAAAAARk/97b9mTJWoqk/s320/DSC08631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5min break. LIVE GP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbu6eX9vJ1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/EZYrmJP1T6A/s1600-h/DSC02912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313045216405432146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbu6eX9vJ1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/EZYrmJP1T6A/s320/DSC02912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only 4 girls in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbu8V0SZkvI/AAAAAAAAARU/m6NiywkjEi8/s1600-h/DSC08647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313047268412723954" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbu8V0SZkvI/AAAAAAAAARU/m6NiywkjEi8/s320/DSC08647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My beloved classmate, Faiez =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbu7c5AuhxI/AAAAAAAAARE/Qlx_Ov-rQ_g/s1600-h/DSC08646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313046290428233490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbu7c5AuhxI/AAAAAAAAARE/Qlx_Ov-rQ_g/s320/DSC08646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buddy Navin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbu6t8u7KbI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rE8EH9lIMJA/s1600-h/DSC03013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313045483973454258" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/Sbu6t8u7KbI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rE8EH9lIMJA/s320/DSC03013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pik Chean, San, Elaine =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-4657841451753035646?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4657841451753035646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=4657841451753035646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4657841451753035646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4657841451753035646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/03/stayed-up-for-41-hours.html' title='Stayed up for 41 Hours'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SbusenCqvlI/AAAAAAAAAPs/IMxnB_0nAKc/s72-c/DSC08596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-4160258155325066722</id><published>2009-03-08T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:24:52.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>解脱</title><content type='html'>你说你学懂了，那是自诡吗？&lt;br /&gt;你说不再重犯，那是缘饰吗？&lt;br /&gt;我说我要等待，至媪都行吗？&lt;br /&gt;我说我不害怕，惧世人嗔吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我开始恻隐自己。瘁得凄惨。想谏却不知从何起。&lt;br /&gt;把你镂在心里，是极大的错误，致今岑岑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想我明白，我想我清楚知道，&lt;br /&gt;我只是碍着你的绊脚石。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若放下能挽回最初的童真，是解脱，那且不是更好吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;加油吧，我的朋友。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-4160258155325066722?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4160258155325066722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=4160258155325066722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4160258155325066722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4160258155325066722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='解脱'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-3052407813843580688</id><published>2009-03-06T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:19:34.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing better to do.</title><content type='html'>It's finally Friday!!! Phew~&lt;br /&gt;It has been a tiring week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no...... I really don't know what to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.. I remember something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the day I gave my speech, I got nicknameS.&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea why............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;My classmates started to call me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SbES5YUkkfI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xrgeyvNnVK8/s1600-h/barack-obama-bw.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310046212637102578" style="WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SbES5YUkkfI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xrgeyvNnVK8/s400/barack-obama-bw.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OBAMA, BAY-BEH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I was like... "HEY! OBAMA IS A GUY!"&lt;br /&gt;And Navin said... "Hmmm...Obama's wife then?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;Don't know who started it... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SbESJR5PxyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/W8XScBzxyyI/s1600-h/Aggron%2520Stonebreaker,%2520The%2520Ogre%2520Magi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310045386278160162" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SbESJR5PxyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/W8XScBzxyyI/s400/Aggron%2520Stonebreaker,%2520The%2520Ogre%2520Magi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OGRE MAGI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whyyyyyyyyyy.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navin started it if I'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;Sial orang gila gila dota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTCHER LA YOU NAVIN! xD&lt;br /&gt;Wheee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-3052407813843580688?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3052407813843580688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=3052407813843580688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/3052407813843580688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/3052407813843580688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-better-to-do.html' title='Nothing better to do.'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SbES5YUkkfI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xrgeyvNnVK8/s72-c/barack-obama-bw.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-8304540362605435733</id><published>2009-02-25T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T02:05:01.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assembly</title><content type='html'>Our form teacher@English teacher, came into the class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;Elaine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Teacher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Navin&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cikgu Harjit and I have been discussing about who to choose to go on stage to give a speech on the next assembly. And Elaine, you are our first choice&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;O.O W....h....a....t......?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;No!!! I don't want =(&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm scared! I'll be shaking...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't be scared. Just relax.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;NAVIN, TEACHER! NAVIN!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WOI! Yapp la teacher, Yapp!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay Elaine?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;......OHHHH! Gan la teacher!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gan, do you want?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Navin =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Elaine =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But Elaine, you still have to be prepared, if Gan's absent for school, you have to replace her.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm sure she'll come =D&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after school. I was thinking... &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hey, I shouldn't have rejected. I'm not really good in the science subjects, and I know I've disappointed many teachers. Maybe this is the chance for me to prove that I'm good at 'something'? I'm just not useless like they think I am.&lt;/span&gt; I started drafting things. And it was about... English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day, I asked Gan if she really wanted to go on stage. And she asked "why?" "&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Uhm because I feel like doing it. But... if you really want, then let's just stick to the original plan&lt;/span&gt;." And she said "Okay" and that was all. It was obvious that she really wanted to do it. I can't do anything cause it was my fault. I mean I was the one putting that coin into her pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words-filled paper I wrote, I was thinking if I should just tear it off. Cause it's already useless. But I wanted that chance so badly. So instead, I prayed to God, I said only a few words: "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lord, have your way in me&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Friday...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Elaine, you're going on stage tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;No teacher, Gan's the one&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No, YOU are going on stage&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Gan looked at me, she gave me a friendly smile.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But... But...&lt;/span&gt;" And my mind was like... DON'T YOU DARE TO SAY NO! AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Alright =)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started adding points into my speech. Even practiced in the class. My classmates said it was good. So yeah, I was satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practiced at home, in front of the mirror in my room almost everyday before going to bed. Because this is really important to me. It decides my days ahead in school. This will make me either under the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;spotlight&lt;/span&gt;, or under the &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;shadow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 February 2009, Tuesday...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would like to invite Yapp Sim Fui from 5 Arif to present her speech."&lt;br /&gt;Said the Emcee, Ria (my classmate bah that).&lt;br /&gt;*Silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Smiles*&lt;br /&gt;A very good morning to our principal Mr. Murukesu...&lt;br /&gt;Started.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I don't wanna bore you guys with my speech. So yeah, I'll just talk about things happened after I've delivered my speech.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank You"&lt;br /&gt;*Applause*&lt;br /&gt;And I was like... WOW! I feel good! Dadadadadadada. I knew that I would.&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my queue.&lt;br /&gt;San gave me thumbs-up! =D&lt;br /&gt;My English teacher aka form teacher said very good. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assembly ended. Teachers were going out. My ex chemistry teacher, Cikgu Suhaili, which didn't really like me cause I failed my chemistry (oopsie), she came, gave me a big smile, shake hand and said, congrats! It was very good. =D OH MAN! WHAT I DID WAS ALL WORTH IT! Woohoo! Then Cikgu Ooi aka my neighbour, pat my head and said, good job Fui Fui! =D Wow....... It feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the most important person, principal...&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations. Very good speech!"&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you =D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, my Tuesday was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All glory to God&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-8304540362605435733?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8304540362605435733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=8304540362605435733' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/8304540362605435733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/8304540362605435733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/02/assembly.html' title='Assembly'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-4831272808293752750</id><published>2009-02-22T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T06:41:34.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calligraphy Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Sunday&lt;/em&gt;. I skipped church service. I got a competition.&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't, but you won't understand what I'm facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I woke up really early, got ready and went to SMC. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it's Sekolah Menengah Cina, in case you think it's Sabah Medical Centre)&lt;/span&gt;. We reached really early. And I felt uncomfortable because people around me seemed to be so good in Chinese, on fire for Chinese. I'm the kind of person who loves writing in Chinese and that's all.&lt;br /&gt;We went into the hall, and people started folding their papers, and I was like... How the heck am I gonna fold this thing? Oh man, my first time. Then I observed and learned. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competition started. Everyone was so nervous and giving their best. At first I was like... I came for fun! Wheee~. But then it became... Oh gosh, how am I gonna survive for the next few hours... They are so serious about this competition! Felt a little guilty. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry Kong Zi. xD&lt;/span&gt; So I decided to be serious!But I failed... I can't stop joking, laughing and making fun of my handwriting. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Until...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost done and I wrote the word wrongly!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It was the 2nd last word!!!&lt;/span&gt; Grrrrr. So I decided to be really serious! No laughing, no joking, no making fun of anything. And I did my best for the 2nd try. After I've finished, I was quite sad cause everyone was like SO PRO MAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was wondering if I should just go home. =( Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started picking the good ones. My friends were like...&lt;br /&gt;"Eh! That's mine!"&lt;br /&gt;"OH look! Mine!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I saw mine too!"&lt;br /&gt;And I was like... Mine? Not there? Awww.&lt;br /&gt;Then they pick the better ones from the good ones. We went back to our seats and waited for the result. Once they hung the chosen ones, my cousin came and asked, hey, who's S038? I looked at Pik Chean, Pik Chean looked at me. I said "I think it's you" "Uhm... I think it's you!" Then we went to check. And I was like O...M...G... Mine??! Man! It really is mine! Muahahaha! And we didn't see Pik Chean's there =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prize giving... &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;入围奖 来自SMK Agaseh的叶芯蕙。And I thought no one would give me a big hand, cause it's not my school. But then it was like... *Applause!* Wow syok betul oh. 优胜奖 来自SMK Agaseh的吴碧倩(Pik Chean)！WOW!!! Hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sorry to those doesn't know Chinese, ABCs, Bananas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so... It was a happy day! All glory to God! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SaFggmCLviI/AAAAAAAAAPU/q41FR2UJVLU/s1600-h/DSC08220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305627949100940834" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SaFggmCLviI/AAAAAAAAAPU/q41FR2UJVLU/s320/DSC08220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes right-hand side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SaFe8lCza7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/CzhAnwxcx3Q/s1600-h/DSC01583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305626230848187314" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SaFe8lCza7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/CzhAnwxcx3Q/s320/DSC01583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pik Chean and Elaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SaFfLaBmboI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Cpfa5YY7ShY/s1600-h/DSC01593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305626485588389506" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SaFfLaBmboI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Cpfa5YY7ShY/s320/DSC01593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloated Elaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SaFflBu22mI/AAAAAAAAAPE/r7PBNkOHg9E/s1600-h/DSC01598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305626925743921762" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SaFflBu22mI/AAAAAAAAAPE/r7PBNkOHg9E/s320/DSC01598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SaFgNF43dZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Nk1NYpYET00/s1600-h/DSC08219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305627614054413714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SaFgNF43dZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Nk1NYpYET00/s320/DSC08219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Happy People.&lt;br /&gt;(Lee, Fatt Fatt, Li Teen, Jennilyn, Elaine, Pik Chean)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-4831272808293752750?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4831272808293752750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=4831272808293752750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4831272808293752750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4831272808293752750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/02/calligraphy-competition.html' title='Calligraphy Competition'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SaFggmCLviI/AAAAAAAAAPU/q41FR2UJVLU/s72-c/DSC08220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-6519786326946102682</id><published>2009-02-18T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T04:41:27.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Busy Month</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for neglecting you bloggie...&lt;br /&gt;It has been a busy month for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;, my 2nd month of being the President of the English Society. (Don't laugh... I know my English is not good enough. But at least I'm trying my best to improve.) To be honest, after I was elected, I wasn't thinking of doing anything anytime soon because I was really busy with my studies. But on second thought, being elected as part of the committee is in fact an honor and a golden opportunity to bring this society to live and to make use of my creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 1st month, January, I didn't wanna trouble the other committee members, I took charge of the notice board, by designing, writing article, and doing all the work on my own, with some help from Jen Nee, vice president. And set a theme: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The Joy of Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;. And the article was about 'Family'. I thought the board was too &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, ugly and disgusting. But I kept quiet, waited for feedbacks.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey I saw your board, president. Good job, looks so Chinese New Year! So when is the Chinese Society gonna update the notice board?" My former Chinese teacher talked to me and the president of Chinese Society, which was with me.&lt;br /&gt;"Wahhhhhhh so nice....." Said my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;And a lot more. =D&lt;br /&gt;Wow, those were encouraging!&lt;br /&gt;And so with overwhelming faith and confidence, I planned for the next month, February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;, I thought I shouldn't be too bossy, so I decided to let Jen Nee (vice president) to be in charge of the notice board. Because of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;, the theme was set as: Love is in the Air. And Jen Nee's first reaction was like... I'M NOT A LOVE EXPERT! And I said, you don't have to touch about boy-girl relationship topics, you relate this to some other things, like the one I did for January. Hahaha cute girl. And I planned to run our very first activity, selling flowers on V'day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were 1 week+ away from &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;V'day&lt;/span&gt;. Things were still on draft. We were all busy with studies. I sorta sacrificed my studies, and planned everything (which is not good). Monday, I brought my draft to school, showed the committee and they were really happy and excited just by thinking about it. But because it is something that has to do with money, we had to get the Principal's approval. Unfortunately, the principal wasn't around. Instead, we looked for the Penolong Kanan HEM, Puan Teo. That useless woman said we can only look for her after school because we're not allowed to go anywhere during pnp time. Ish, wasting time. I couldn't afford to waste my time. I looked for her again during recess. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She didn't even wanna look to me!&lt;/span&gt; She just waved and said NO! And so Jen Nee and I had to wait for the principal to come back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday... Encik Murukesu is back! Woohoo! So we waited, and waited... and waited... and... we &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fell asleep&lt;/span&gt;. Haha nah we didn't. We waited for quite long, and by the time we could go into his room, it was already 12.20, students were already going home. After 15 (or more) minutes, when my bus-mates were almost mad at me for making them late, and Jen Nee's mum was kinda impatient, we could finally get out of his &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;arctic-like&lt;/span&gt; room and ran to our car and bus. Oh ya, and it was &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;approved&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, sticked the notice on the board. Promote promote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SZwwGdHhL_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/sl6tJ0vvC9s/s1600-h/lastscan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304167348589113330" style="WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SZwwGdHhL_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/sl6tJ0vvC9s/s400/lastscan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minute bah ni, harap maaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Tay brought me the sample of the flower. And I was like... OMG! Soooo wow! Tay's mum did it by the way. Thanks aunt! We got only 2 orders... so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday... 1 day before the big day. We got a lil disappointed cause we were expecting at least 10? And it was only...2+? T_T Recess... We went to have a look at the notice board, see if everything's alright. And guess what... people started coming, asking and ordering. So yeah, it was the best recess ever! Back in our class, we got orders from classmates too. After recess, we got so many orders that we had to plan a time to make the flowers together. Final decision, Tay's house, 7.30pm-10pm. We learned from her mum to make flowers, and tried our best to make as many as possible within 3 and a half hours. We failed, we only finished doing half the amount needed. Then we planned again.&lt;br /&gt;How to finish the other half?&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to yapp's house. (my house)&lt;br /&gt;Ya sure, just come. But what time?&lt;br /&gt;Ya what time?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm... 5am?&lt;br /&gt;No we can't make it.&lt;br /&gt;(After a long discussion)&lt;br /&gt;3am! Reach my house!&lt;br /&gt;Huh..............&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's the only choice we have.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 7 of us, Tay, Jen Nee, Ria, San, Li Teen, Jen May, and I gathered in my house. They reached at 3.30am. We settled down, as in, sit down, find the most comfortable position, chit chat (warm up). Then only we started. So yeah, the process was fun! Joked a lot, talked a lot, and grumbled a lot! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SZwtcjAOzmI/AAAAAAAAANE/PTgUKBElXR0/s1600-h/DSC08042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304164429591400034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SZwtcjAOzmI/AAAAAAAAANE/PTgUKBElXR0/s320/DSC08042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ria, Jen Nee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SZwtw_yEqXI/AAAAAAAAANM/G6RgPtq7ulQ/s1600-h/DSC08043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304164780914026866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SZwtw_yEqXI/AAAAAAAAANM/G6RgPtq7ulQ/s320/DSC08043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San, Li Teen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SZwuGd33mBI/AAAAAAAAANU/Lyf2UNjeukY/s1600-h/DSC08046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304165149768652818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SZwuGd33mBI/AAAAAAAAANU/Lyf2UNjeukY/s320/DSC08046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tay, Elaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, tiada Jen May. Paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SZwu04gYvlI/AAAAAAAAANc/7SbPAcl2IDM/s1600-h/DSC08045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304165947191901778" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SZwu04gYvlI/AAAAAAAAANc/7SbPAcl2IDM/s320/DSC08045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at the models. Look at the clock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SZwvOuEVyBI/AAAAAAAAANk/-ogUhxWLKXo/s1600-h/DSC08051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304166391066511378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SZwvOuEVyBI/AAAAAAAAANk/-ogUhxWLKXo/s320/DSC08051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SZwvm0seOUI/AAAAAAAAANs/nkkrzmdteA8/s1600-h/DSC08054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304166805162309954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SZwvm0seOUI/AAAAAAAAANs/nkkrzmdteA8/s320/DSC08054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I'm in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SZwv1EOH3aI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fqwXx7lppr8/s1600-h/DSC08050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304167049848151458" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SZwv1EOH3aI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fqwXx7lppr8/s320/DSC08050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My model. Jen Nee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YA! Our net profit: RM 105 =)&lt;br /&gt;Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SZzvHylI9yI/AAAAAAAAAOE/qD3U279cpOI/s1600-h/DSC081630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304377378251274018" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SZzvHylI9yI/AAAAAAAAAOE/qD3U279cpOI/s400/DSC081630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice Board after V'day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-6519786326946102682?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6519786326946102682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=6519786326946102682' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/6519786326946102682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/6519786326946102682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-month.html' title='The Busy Month'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SZwwGdHhL_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/sl6tJ0vvC9s/s72-c/lastscan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-4537989643638989313</id><published>2009-02-08T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T04:11:52.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>等待...&lt;br /&gt;其实，也不会很难。&lt;br /&gt;只要朝向当初看到的未来，抹去所有的痛苦不安。&lt;br /&gt;思念...&lt;br /&gt;其实，也不会很苦。&lt;br /&gt;只要相信会有渴望的那天，不要隐埋自己在孤独。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把自己琐在痛苦里，&lt;br /&gt;非常不理智。&lt;br /&gt;开一开心灵的窗户，&lt;br /&gt;将发现空气依然这么清晰，世界依然那么美好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不在乎天长地久，只在乎曾经拥有...&lt;br /&gt;我可不那么认为。&lt;br /&gt;曾经拥有又怎样？天长地久才是恋爱真正的原因。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把一切都交托在上帝的圣手中。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-4537989643638989313?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4537989643638989313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=4537989643638989313' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4537989643638989313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4537989643638989313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-7548328814874698155</id><published>2009-02-07T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:54:19.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>不曾感觉你心跳&lt;br /&gt;不曾与你拥抱&lt;br /&gt;不想知道&lt;br /&gt;我对你是否重要&lt;br /&gt;只知道没有你我很难敖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有你关心问好&lt;br /&gt;没有你灿烂微笑&lt;br /&gt;我想看到&lt;br /&gt;爱情有什么预兆&lt;br /&gt;却看到没有未来的预告&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是我们太冲动&lt;br /&gt;爱得太汹涌&lt;br /&gt;现在我终于懂&lt;br /&gt;无法自拔的痛&lt;br /&gt;思念还那么浓&lt;br /&gt;多希望这只是一场梦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;双手插着口袋&lt;br /&gt;试着去明白&lt;br /&gt;我觉得很无奈&lt;br /&gt;不该爱倒去爱&lt;br /&gt;忽然间醒过来&lt;br /&gt;原来这一切都是梦里外&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于感觉你心跳&lt;br /&gt;终于与你拥抱&lt;br /&gt;我看得到&lt;br /&gt;爱情在渐渐燃烧&lt;br /&gt;但是一切必须再瓦解掉&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-7548328814874698155?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7548328814874698155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=7548328814874698155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7548328814874698155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7548328814874698155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-8564172236971951101</id><published>2009-02-07T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:46:49.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"为什么相爱的人不能够在一起？"&lt;br /&gt;大家应该都很熟悉吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情路总是十分困难。&lt;br /&gt;模模糊糊，跌跌撞撞...&lt;br /&gt;波折连连，伤痕累累...&lt;br /&gt;难道...要取得爱情，就要付出如此代价？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;受伤，真的会让人成长吗？&lt;br /&gt;失去，真的会让人懂得珍惜吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不明白。我真的不明白。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-8564172236971951101?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8564172236971951101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=8564172236971951101' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/8564172236971951101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/8564172236971951101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-6233773686652864977</id><published>2009-01-04T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T03:29:26.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KK Trip</title><content type='html'>After so many months, I finally had a chance to go back to kk.&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun! I enjoyed every second I spent there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are the people I met.&lt;br /&gt;1. RONALD CHOK (Buduh oh! He didn't dare to say hi to me!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Samuel Tan (Didn't meet. Saw him when he was driving.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Ang Sim Yee (Gymnast =) We represented Sabah together once.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Melissa Sen (Ngam ngam bah we were in cp.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Jessica Chok (Breakfast. Wow!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Daniel Chen (He came to pick me up =D)&lt;br /&gt;7. David Gan (He was in the car)&lt;br /&gt;8. Samantha Ku &lt;br /&gt;9. Chloe Wang&lt;br /&gt;10.Teacher Yvelyn (My gymnastic coach@lok yuk teacher)&lt;br /&gt;11.Angelica Yee&lt;br /&gt;12.Teacher Ivylenda (My former form teacher)&lt;br /&gt;13.Canteen aunties and uncle &lt;br /&gt;("Do you recognize me?"&lt;br /&gt; "Of course! You're the Tawau Moi." &lt;br /&gt; "Lahad Datu Moi la!") Hahaha. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;14.Brandon&lt;br /&gt;15.Xun Xun (New in lok yuk, from lahad datu)&lt;br /&gt;16.Francisca Lo (Lok Yuk enterence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course...&lt;br /&gt;17.Derek! Yong...... something. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the others who went to ec that night. LOL! I'm sorry, lazy wanna type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I wanna say but so little time.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'll see you guys again soon.&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna take photos with all of you! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some photos I've taken.&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyatt, room number 1012. Love was in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHEDFJULtI/AAAAAAAAALM/4L9AwqcTlm8/s1600-h/DSC07219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHEDFJULtI/AAAAAAAAALM/4L9AwqcTlm8/s320/DSC07219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287722994709573330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne and Beh-lay. Yvonne looks so cute xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHE6OnyYeI/AAAAAAAAALU/mKiJ9MP1TqQ/s1600-h/DSC07225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHE6OnyYeI/AAAAAAAAALU/mKiJ9MP1TqQ/s320/DSC07225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287723942146105826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine and Beh-lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we stayed in the room to watch fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't take photos of the fireworks cause I was too busy watching. xD&lt;br /&gt;And this is the aftermath.... Air pollution. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHFhSGyq3I/AAAAAAAAALc/7a-2WffGOI0/s1600-h/DSC07233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHFhSGyq3I/AAAAAAAAALc/7a-2WffGOI0/s320/DSC07233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287724613096352626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cars, they couldn't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHGN1uuBDI/AAAAAAAAALk/lRGNoyxkkBs/s1600-h/DSC07236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHGN1uuBDI/AAAAAAAAALk/lRGNoyxkkBs/s320/DSC07236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287725378573304882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to Sunny Supermarket. It's somewhere near tanjung aru i guess? And we went into the boss' room. Uncle Stephen. (Dad's friend) =)&lt;br /&gt;He's a nice uncle, and he has nice pets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWG9-mQkgcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/KQfF6V_F7Nk/s1600-h/DSC00373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWG9-mQkgcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/KQfF6V_F7Nk/s320/DSC00373.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287716320629260738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey! =) (Uncle, got name or not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHAOsEaDNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/MbKIMe4EACA/s1600-h/DSC00387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHAOsEaDNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/MbKIMe4EACA/s320/DSC00387.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287718796090019026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle replied: "I think it's name is Elaine."&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhaha. Sial uncle. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHBvn0I_ZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mgThkUlhXTY/s1600-h/DSC00383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHBvn0I_ZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mgThkUlhXTY/s320/DSC00383.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287720461395361170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar gliders! So cuteeeeeee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHCCzBjRuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0BJV6ZOqPAg/s1600-h/DSC00390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHCCzBjRuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0BJV6ZOqPAg/s320/DSC00390.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287720790821914338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what it's eating.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't scroll down! Guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you got it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHCUVP9I0I/AAAAAAAAALE/ahUF0z2iZ5Y/s1600-h/DSC00391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHCUVP9I0I/AAAAAAAAALE/ahUF0z2iZ5Y/s320/DSC00391.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287721092066911042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known as... Bread worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night after, we had dinner with Uncle Stephen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHK0VYl4WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/eLxG-gfyR1A/s1600-h/DSC00394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHK0VYl4WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/eLxG-gfyR1A/s320/DSC00394.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287730437951971682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Royce. His son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis and I did something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the report:&lt;br /&gt;Aim: To investigate the relationship between the food eaten and the size of Elaine Yapp.&lt;br /&gt;Constant Variable: Elaine Yapp&lt;br /&gt;Manipulated Variable: Food Eaten&lt;br /&gt;Responding Variable: Size of Elaine Yapp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHLES9uO2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Up01LEQQQcI/s1600-h/DSC00402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHLES9uO2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Up01LEQQQcI/s320/DSC00402.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287730712180308834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHL0p3wtII/AAAAAAAAAMk/mMX5oxyXE_k/s1600-h/DSC00401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHL0p3wtII/AAAAAAAAAMk/mMX5oxyXE_k/s320/DSC00401.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287731542963041410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of experiment-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the difference? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHML-GFe0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/b4htKHE7JHk/s1600-h/DSC00407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHML-GFe0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/b4htKHE7JHk/s320/DSC00407.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287731943528823618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: "See, you sit like a guy."&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: *Shrugs and laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, going home d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHG-oI52hI/AAAAAAAAALs/YIFUXovFK68/s1600-h/DSC07265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHG-oI52hI/AAAAAAAAALs/YIFUXovFK68/s320/DSC07265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287726216738626066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by Ranau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHHNWX7R-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/1TvQyzCYhMw/s1600-h/DSC07215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHHNWX7R-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/1TvQyzCYhMw/s320/DSC07215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287726469667833826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHH0wPTFBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xbOknVmelTs/s1600-h/DSC07274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHH0wPTFBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xbOknVmelTs/s320/DSC07274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287727146625864722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kundasang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHJ06clNYI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZiHO_bIvI1A/s1600-h/DSC07315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHJ06clNYI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZiHO_bIvI1A/s320/DSC07315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287729348389188994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHKHJI53-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/mPq70Oyf-T0/s1600-h/DSC07336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHKHJI53-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/mPq70Oyf-T0/s320/DSC07336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287729661570834402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jambatan Kinabatangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, when mum and I were sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;*Dad yawns loudly*&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Fui...&lt;br /&gt;Fui: Ah?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Tell me some story.&lt;br /&gt;I knew he was sleepy! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Fui: Uhm. I don't know what to tell.&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;Fui: Oh I know! YOU tell me stories. Let's start with... Who's your first love?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: ......&lt;br /&gt;Fui: Tell la, mum's sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: She's pretending.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Fui: Okay. Change question. Uhm. Oh! Why shouldn't I get a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Ya you shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Fui: ... Elaborate?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: You shouldn't. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;Fui: Hahahaha why la?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: *Blablabla*&lt;br /&gt;*Mum woke up*&lt;br /&gt;Fui: I shall sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yeah I guess that's all for now. It's 5.20pm now. Gotta sleep for a while. Woke up at 5+ for school today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie, thanks for the necklace! Love it VERY VERY MUCH! It's so my style! =D&lt;br /&gt;Frances, got the birthday present and the flatted cake. Hahaha! THANK YOU SWEETIE!&lt;br /&gt;Jess, President, Liang Moi, David, thanks for the birthday PAPER! Hahaha. Love yall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-6233773686652864977?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6233773686652864977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=6233773686652864977' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/6233773686652864977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/6233773686652864977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2009/01/kk-trip.html' title='KK Trip'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SWHEDFJULtI/AAAAAAAAALM/4L9AwqcTlm8/s72-c/DSC07219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-6760837674078267945</id><published>2008-12-29T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T02:29:31.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than expected More than enough</title><content type='html'>Christmas Service...&lt;br /&gt;It was a sleepy morning. I went to bed at 3am+ the night before.&lt;br /&gt;Skip all the boring details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to give offerings.  I took my purse out.&lt;br /&gt;Only 2 pieces inside. A RM1 note and a RM10 note.&lt;br /&gt;"Uhm... Uhm... 10 la. God will bless me." LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't expecting anything in return. Uhm... Okay fine, I was expecting money from dad. You know, maybe God touched my dad's heart to give me RM10? or.... more? Hahaha. Yeah I'm greedy. But anyway, I was keeping "put your faith in God" in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After service, my phone rang. Oh! It's a reminder. Gotta top up for my sis. Dad gave me RM60, 30 for sis, 30 myself. Went to 2 places to buy reload cards of 2 different networks. &lt;br /&gt;"Kak ada hotlink tiga puluh ringgit?" &lt;br /&gt;"Tiada moi. Dua puluh ada la."&lt;br /&gt;"Aiya... boleh la =)"&lt;br /&gt;I have no other choices but to buy RM20.&lt;br /&gt;So... I got an extra RM10? Yipee! Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, unwrapped the christmas present I received. Guess what! A cute baby blanket! Hmmm. But the problem is... I'm too huge for it. =.= Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I found... A BIG ANGPAU! The angpau wasn't big actually, but the amount inside is like... WOW MAN! RM150! *rub eyes* YES! RM150!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is indeed a great God. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-6760837674078267945?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6760837674078267945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=6760837674078267945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/6760837674078267945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/6760837674078267945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-than-expected-more-than-enough.html' title='More than expected More than enough'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-5196099850185469850</id><published>2008-12-21T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T07:15:18.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>Christmas' soon! And guess what, I forced (well not really forced) my friend to buy me a teddy bear I saw in Guardian. It was love at first sight. And ngam ngam I pok kai liao. So yeah, gotta leok someone. And that someone is really really really really really GOOD! HE REALLY DID BUY FOR ME! =D When I saw the doll I was like super happy! Like... WOW! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the bear and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SU5dEGjwxaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/vHWJhyYFs44/s1600-h/DSC07094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SU5dEGjwxaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/vHWJhyYFs44/s320/DSC07094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282261738013640098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do look alike don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, sorry I forgot. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you Tony! =D&lt;br /&gt;Ya I owe you a christmas present. But NO whisky kay...... xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-5196099850185469850?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5196099850185469850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=5196099850185469850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/5196099850185469850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/5196099850185469850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-boyfriend.html' title='New Boyfriend.'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SU5dEGjwxaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/vHWJhyYFs44/s72-c/DSC07094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-788768781815143668</id><published>2008-12-07T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T05:46:57.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Baybeh</title><content type='html'>The most scary day of every year to me. I got some sort of... birthday phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11pm, 4th of Dec, I sat in front of the computer, waiting for my birthday. I kept thinking: what if no one greets me? what if no one remembers? what if this what if that. Yeah I know I didn't have to worry that much.&lt;br /&gt;12am, 5th of Dec, OMG MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I wrote down the names. (Nothing better to do)&lt;br /&gt;1.  Ivy Pan&lt;br /&gt;2.  Lizzie Chin&lt;br /&gt;3.  Daniel Chen&lt;br /&gt;4.  Samuel Yapp&lt;br /&gt;5.  kopi&lt;br /&gt;6.  Chun Rong&lt;br /&gt;7.  Tony Ng&lt;br /&gt;8.  Lily Chen&lt;br /&gt;9.  Sean Yap&lt;br /&gt;10. Aina&lt;br /&gt;11. Patrick Sim&lt;br /&gt;12. Priscilla Vun&lt;br /&gt;13. Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;14. Azuan&lt;br /&gt;15. Francisca&lt;br /&gt;16. Vahin&lt;br /&gt;17. Yi Fatt&lt;br /&gt;18. Andy Hiew&lt;br /&gt;19. 0138779288? Hahaha. No idea who.&lt;br /&gt;20. Levi Chong&lt;br /&gt;21. Ray&lt;br /&gt;22. Cheh Yuen&lt;br /&gt;23. Kenneth Chong&lt;br /&gt;24. Jack Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Andrew Tan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Derek&lt;br /&gt;27. Celine Wong&lt;br /&gt;28. Hannah Lee&lt;br /&gt;29. Pei Fern&lt;br /&gt;30. Timothy Lim&lt;br /&gt;31. Jane Chin&lt;br /&gt;32. Tan Xian Qin&lt;br /&gt;33. Vun Tian&lt;br /&gt;34. Yee Ting&lt;br /&gt;35. Hirai&lt;br /&gt;35. Jonathan Tse&lt;br /&gt;37. Aunt Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;38. Stephanie Chia&lt;br /&gt;39. Soo Wen Yi&lt;br /&gt;40. Amos Tai&lt;br /&gt;41. Jovina&lt;br /&gt;42. Li teen&lt;br /&gt;43. Amanda(couz - sdk)&lt;br /&gt;44. Jude Limus&lt;br /&gt;45. Pit Ann (12:05pm)&lt;br /&gt;46. San San&lt;br /&gt;47. Joel Tan&lt;br /&gt;48. Elaine Vun&lt;br /&gt;49. Elizabeth Lee&lt;br /&gt;50. Chen Pang Siang&lt;br /&gt;51. Emman Lo&lt;br /&gt;52. Mitran Ki&lt;br /&gt;53. Justin Chen&lt;br /&gt;54. York Hang&lt;br /&gt;55. Yi hoong&lt;br /&gt;56. Baau Ling&lt;br /&gt;57. Jack Wong&lt;br /&gt;58. Tze Kiun&lt;br /&gt;59. Shiin Yi&lt;br /&gt;60. Kah Yin&lt;br /&gt;61. Yuan Kuan&lt;br /&gt;62. Samson Khoo&lt;br /&gt;63. Margaret&lt;br /&gt;64. Hannah Tai&lt;br /&gt;65. Mum&lt;br /&gt;66. Dad&lt;br /&gt;67. Amos Wong&lt;br /&gt;68. Jossie&lt;br /&gt;69. Afiqah&lt;br /&gt;70. Danielle&lt;br /&gt;71. Roger Fong&lt;br /&gt;72. Chard Yong (FB)&lt;br /&gt;73. Ong Jia Jie&lt;br /&gt;74. Luis&lt;br /&gt;75. Jennilyn&lt;br /&gt;76. Melissa Sen&lt;br /&gt;77. Xiao Jun&lt;br /&gt;78. Tony&lt;br /&gt;79. Yong Lee Cheng&lt;br /&gt;80. Pik Shing&lt;br /&gt;81. Gordon&lt;br /&gt;82. Stephanie Chia&lt;br /&gt;83. Lee Guang Quan&lt;br /&gt;84. Samantha Ku&lt;br /&gt;85. Ying&lt;br /&gt;86. Evan&lt;br /&gt;87. Pinky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so... the winners of the special gifts are...&lt;br /&gt;Pik Chean, Vahin, Yi Hoong, Pinky&lt;br /&gt;Alaaa semua orang lahad datu la. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fetching birthday greetings. Friendster, Facebook, and sms. Only one phone call that day.&lt;br /&gt;From someone......&lt;br /&gt;A guy...&lt;br /&gt;Who loves me very much =)...&lt;br /&gt;And I love very much...&lt;br /&gt;Who Shines brighter than the sun...&lt;br /&gt;Glows in the darkest night...&lt;br /&gt;He is......&lt;br /&gt;Why wanna tell you?&lt;br /&gt;Haha k bah.&lt;br /&gt;He is...............&lt;br /&gt;MY BROTHER BAH. What you thinking?! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm, I went to the boutique, "Orange". When I was about to pay for the shirt, the tauke told me that I can have it for freeeeeee! BIRTHDAY PRESENT FROM HER! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;And then! Went to the salon, straighten my hair a bit. Temporarily one. Cause my hair was REALLY MESSY AND UGLY! Went with friend, Pik Chean. It was raining heavily when i left the house. The street was flooded but not serious, still manage to see the road surface. Got my hair done. Paid RM15. Quite cheap =)&lt;br /&gt;Mum picked me up from the salon, sent Pik Chean home, then went home. ON OUR WAY. We saw......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STvNembeWOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YsjZXKX5uc8/s1600-h/DSC06835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STvNembeWOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YsjZXKX5uc8/s320/DSC06835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277037313990220002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river. Looked as if it was gonna overflow anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STvOB_QkceI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UuKOpUe0jNE/s1600-h/DSC06840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STvOB_QkceI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UuKOpUe0jNE/s320/DSC06840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277037921950790114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The street. Almost a block behind my house! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;And more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STvOlYLFTBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8Rkf76ZI_E0/s1600-h/DSC06841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STvOlYLFTBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8Rkf76ZI_E0/s320/DSC06841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277038529934085138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STvO0Y7n-wI/AAAAAAAAAJY/P9NEjruHZhQ/s1600-h/DSC06854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STvO0Y7n-wI/AAAAAAAAAJY/P9NEjruHZhQ/s320/DSC06854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277038787835722498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yerrrrrrrr 5th of December lo, mana boleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stopped raining very soon after I prayed =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm, Birthday Party!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seemed to be right when I stepped in the... I shall call it a cafe. =D&lt;br /&gt;I smelled urine, the air-cons weren't on, few lights weren't working, tables were separated. I started questioning the waitors and waitresses. All they said was things like, rosak, tiada, tak tau. Ish...........&lt;br /&gt;Party time! Nothing stopped us from having fun. Except for the guys. Sorry boys! Lol! We were singing, playing snooker, joking around. No one dared to dance. Hahaha! OH! We all weren't taking photos. So yeah, we missed the fun of taking photos. =.=? Lol whatever. After party was like 10.30pm. ONLY! Wow, not bad ar. Everyone went home. Before leaving, I took some photos with my parents, Pei Fern, and the 2 inseparable girls. Mich and Pik Chean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STvRt2Ab9YI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_zqMSbe2njQ/s1600-h/DSC00302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STvRt2Ab9YI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_zqMSbe2njQ/s320/DSC00302.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277041973916333442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STvSE3fuRvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3a2kSW_AILY/s1600-h/DSC01682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STvSE3fuRvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3a2kSW_AILY/s320/DSC01682.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277042369452984050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STvScmrHEWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/E5AFK1_kP0I/s1600-h/DSC01698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STvScmrHEWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/E5AFK1_kP0I/s320/DSC01698.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277042777254203746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL Sorry kopi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STvS8QC6SRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8g4Ay5RLkwc/s1600-h/DSC01703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STvS8QC6SRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8g4Ay5RLkwc/s320/DSC01703.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277043320935827730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STvTNSuyjWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/n-YIfU0FjBo/s1600-h/DSC01707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STvTNSuyjWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/n-YIfU0FjBo/s320/DSC01707.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277043613714517346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadah! Saya manyak suka dress ni. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-788768781815143668?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/788768781815143668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=788768781815143668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/788768781815143668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/788768781815143668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-baybeh.html' title='Birthday Baybeh'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STvNembeWOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YsjZXKX5uc8/s72-c/DSC06835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-6514022819433288302</id><published>2008-12-01T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:50:15.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STPmE2AXrZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9GD7xL_8gDc/s1600-h/lastscan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STPmE2AXrZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9GD7xL_8gDc/s320/lastscan2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274812559471914386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STPl7Lo5x-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/qgNbLm2Fazk/s1600-h/lastscan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STPl7Lo5x-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/qgNbLm2Fazk/s320/lastscan1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274812393480374242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support Support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-6514022819433288302?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6514022819433288302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=6514022819433288302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/6514022819433288302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/6514022819433288302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/12/support-support.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/STPmE2AXrZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9GD7xL_8gDc/s72-c/lastscan2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-2633786914825404516</id><published>2008-11-26T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:26:08.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELAINE'S BIRTHDAY IS COMING!</title><content type='html'>I WANT BIRTHDAY PRESENTS!&lt;br /&gt;From EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-2633786914825404516?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2633786914825404516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=2633786914825404516' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2633786914825404516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2633786914825404516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/11/elaines-birthday-is-coming.html' title='ELAINE&apos;S BIRTHDAY IS COMING!'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-7553365483071846723</id><published>2008-11-13T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:34:30.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb People</title><content type='html'>Today! I accompanied my grandma to the clinic. I learned something but I malas wanna write. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... We reached home. I was chit chatting with grandma outside her house (FYI, it's just next to my house) then mum left the house, back to office. So what should I do? Close the gate. Yes. Nothing wrong mah. Then suddenly a big truck stopped on the way and reversed. I thought he wasn't blind and could see the gate was closing. But that BOT TAI LANG didn't even CARE about the gate! I sorta yelled at him. I was like... "Hello?" He looked at me for a while then continued reversing. Thank God that the remote control was right in my hand and I managed to stop the gate before they go BOOM! He was few centimeters away from damaging it. Now I really regret. I regret for being polite to him. I should be like... What the f*** *hand sign*! Hahaha! Nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah... Dumbass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-7553365483071846723?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7553365483071846723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=7553365483071846723' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7553365483071846723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7553365483071846723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/11/dumb-people.html' title='Dumb People'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-7627393524641503161</id><published>2008-11-13T01:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:18:33.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! A Cbox!</title><content type='html'>Thank you so muchieeeeeee APPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Chen always bising bising why no cbox.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Heng also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-7627393524641503161?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7627393524641503161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=7627393524641503161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7627393524641503161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7627393524641503161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-cbox.html' title='Finally! A Cbox!'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-6176355233104159744</id><published>2008-11-08T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:43:00.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold My Hand</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I refused to wake up. Didn't feel like going to church. My dad and I had a great conversation last night till 1am. And I've backslided. I lost my faith. I don't see the point of going to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked into the church with heavy steps, dragged my ass onto the bench. It was hard. Really was.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Goodmorning brothers and sisters in Christ." "Goodmorning." "There is this story about a little girl and her father." The worship leader started telling a story.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A little girl and her father were having a walk. Until one point, that they had to cross a bridge, the father said, "come, hold my hand." "No!" the daughter said, and then explained. "If i hold your hand, I'll let go of you when I fall. But if you hold my hand, you'll still be holding me even when I fall and let go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God holds our hands even before we started breathing. He is always holding our hands. He will never let go of us. I've always been thinking, why has God forsaken me? But now I realise, it was I who forsake God. Everytime when we are down or feel like God has left us, turn around, and you'll see God smiling, saying hey child, come back to Me. Our God is a forgiving God. His love for you will never fade away. So your love for Him should not fade away but instead, grow each day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've learnt my lesson. Have you?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Turn your eyes upon Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-6176355233104159744?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6176355233104159744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=6176355233104159744' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/6176355233104159744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/6176355233104159744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/11/hold-my-hand.html' title='Hold My Hand'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-2340801476590404974</id><published>2008-10-30T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:14:09.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Sem.</title><content type='html'>I got A1 for English and EST!&lt;br /&gt;But the rest...&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, terrible.&lt;br /&gt;I got 68% for Chinese. Got really disappointed. I thought I could score better. Much better. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;For BM, everyone got very low marks. The teacher was TOO STRICT this time. I got 60+% if i'm not mistaken. Terrible...&lt;br /&gt;Science subjects... Hahaha, better don't tell.&lt;br /&gt;I missed few chapters in each science subject.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry, I missed chapter 3 - 8&lt;br /&gt;Physics, chapter 1 - 2&lt;br /&gt;Biology, never touched the book =p&lt;br /&gt;Add maths, chapter 1, 5 -6&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Haha. Yup and I didn't put much effort in this exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a study plan. Jen Nee and Li Teen will teach me and study with me! Wheee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Elaine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-2340801476590404974?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2340801476590404974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=2340801476590404974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2340801476590404974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2340801476590404974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/10/2nd-sem.html' title='2nd Sem.'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-5510376233788510736</id><published>2008-08-30T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:04:27.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Worship</title><content type='html'>10 years ago, the worshippers here were so deperate for revival, the great awakening. Day by day they live, bit by bit the desperation fade away. The church looked and sounded dead. For 10 years? No one seemed to ask for revival, no one wants the great awakening. My heart for that church was half dead, thinking that they won't grow up anymore spiritually. But today, the spirit of worshippers and the longing to see revival came back! I felt God's presence, I smelled revival, I sensed blessings and anointing poured down from heaven like... wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-5510376233788510736?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5510376233788510736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=5510376233788510736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/5510376233788510736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/5510376233788510736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/08/todays-worship.html' title='Today&apos;s Worship'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-3436671649876332709</id><published>2008-08-30T00:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:38:23.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLkCyq3LrVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oDWX_yLjWrE/s1600-h/DSC04872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240222710944738642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLkCyq3LrVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oDWX_yLjWrE/s320/DSC04872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BeeBee's family went out for lunch. She was left all alone at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How she hope that her family will come back faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLj-gHQEoEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/INznKcih3iE/s1600-h/DSC04867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240217994101301314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLj-gHQEoEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/INznKcih3iE/s320/DSC04867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The car engine sound, she recognises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLkCmbBlPaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Nr2doJL8PHA/s1600-h/DSC04878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240222500534959522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLkCmbBlPaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Nr2doJL8PHA/s320/DSC04878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"They're back!" Said BeeBee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BeeBee was so excited to see them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She played with her mum, grandpa and grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;They had a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Suddenly&lt;/span&gt;, BeeBee looked behind her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandpa: "Look!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLj97CR2P-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/HYuAxfZF0Xo/s1600-h/DSC04849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240217357111410658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLj97CR2P-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/HYuAxfZF0Xo/s320/DSC04849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh my..... goodness. She murdered the rat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What? You can't see the rat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, I'll zoom in for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLj-EaOxZrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/I8-NWOlMs8U/s1600-h/DSC04858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240217518159783602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLj-EaOxZrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/I8-NWOlMs8U/s320/DSC04858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor victim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLj-LiYZJJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/O2S0iWOMks8/s1600-h/DSC04859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240217640606704786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLj-LiYZJJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/O2S0iWOMks8/s320/DSC04859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bitten by BeeBee the vampire with 1 tooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rat, was then, thrown away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:::The End:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-3436671649876332709?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3436671649876332709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=3436671649876332709' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/3436671649876332709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/3436671649876332709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/08/story-of-day.html' title='Story of the Day'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLkCyq3LrVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oDWX_yLjWrE/s72-c/DSC04872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-4484153944507251359</id><published>2008-08-28T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T04:07:26.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLaGbYAt41I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZYHD5ty7gC0/s1600-h/DSC04841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239523021352198994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLaGbYAt41I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZYHD5ty7gC0/s320/DSC04841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Follow the light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For God is our&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Put on your garments of praise people.&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/31017625-4484153944507251359?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4484153944507251359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=4484153944507251359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4484153944507251359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4484153944507251359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/08/light.html' title='Light.'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLaGbYAt41I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZYHD5ty7gC0/s72-c/DSC04841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-7346809618275544772</id><published>2008-08-28T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T04:04:42.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tough Morning</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 6am today, which is REALLY late, cause my bus reaches my house at that time. So yea, the bus came and left, and it was a lil strange cause she waited for like 5 seconds only. I was about to call her to tell her that I wasn't following but she just left! I thought my mum signaled her. but, she didn't. Then I was scolded by mum. "I'm sure you gave her bad impressions. That's why she didn't even wait for you." Man, since when?! I inform the bus driver whenever I'm not following. Mum had no other choices but to send me to school.&lt;br /&gt;I went to get myself ready, worried bout the physics test. Went downstairs, got in the car and vroom, on to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, mum said that i have to change my attitude, blablabla. Suddenly she said, as a parent, she has to do something, and that will be banning me from using the computer on weekdays. I was like, what?! What does it have to do with my computer? I fought back, I said, It's nothing to do with it. And she said, of course it does! blablabla. I couldn't stand it and I ter-said, nonsense. She was quite angry but thank God that she didn't scream at me. Then we sorta, argued. Or maybe, quarreled. I was really unhappy because it was supposed to be a great morning. We reached the school, I went down, didn't even have the mood to say bye. Went off just like that.&lt;br /&gt;I walked in the class, found out that my rubberband was kinda loose and i didn't bring extra. I was kinda frustrated. Felt like black thursday. I tried to cheer myself up but when I thought of my mum, I just can't. I was worried how we're gonna talk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics test, my heart was not with me, my brain was still on holidays. I couldn't concentrate. After the test, my mood went really down. Family...... Mum...... Woman =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, was the only one who can help me. I know that He saw what happened, I prayed, I said, God, please turn my day the other way round, I can't stand it. My heart was in pain. Seriously. I couldn't smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yes, God's working, Physics teacher didn't scold me for the LOUSY result. Instead, she smiled and told me that she's disappointed. It was heartbreaking. Yea. But, I'll do better next time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 7:01pm, my mum's treating me as if I'm invisible. Woman... But yea, it's good that dad's here. Alright, I guess that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless each and everyone of you. Love your family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-7346809618275544772?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7346809618275544772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=7346809618275544772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7346809618275544772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7346809618275544772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/08/tough-morning.html' title='A Tough Morning'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-2759583236988091641</id><published>2008-08-25T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:13:14.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again, Through the Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLJjkHaVEjI/AAAAAAAAADw/sRMGGY0kIWk/s1600-h/DSC04777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238358788701229618" style="CURSOR: hand" height="313" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLJjkHaVEjI/AAAAAAAAADw/sRMGGY0kIWk/s320/DSC04777.JPG" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God spoke to me, again, through the clouds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a big interest in clouds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyday, I look at the clouds at least 3 times and spend time to observe their movements, annalyse. It's kinda weird cause clouds can calm my mind. When I look at the sky, the clouds, it feels like i'm looking at heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sky is so high. I wonder how high heaven is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Today, as I was flying to Tawau from Kota Kinabalu, I don't wanna miss this chance to look at the clouds in such close distance. Thinking of the blessings I received yesterday, it's just so warm in my heart. And when I was looking at THIS, I got a message:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLJ2eCYGswI/AAAAAAAAAD4/A5h87Umf1ac/s1600-h/DSC04794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238379574991434498" style="WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLJ2eCYGswI/AAAAAAAAAD4/A5h87Umf1ac/s320/DSC04794.JPG" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This reminds me of tornado. And the message I got is short and simple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Revival's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;coming very soon. It will come like a tornado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be ready!&lt;/strong&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/31017625-2759583236988091641?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2759583236988091641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=2759583236988091641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2759583236988091641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2759583236988091641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/08/once-again-through-clouds.html' title='Once Again, Through the Clouds'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SLJjkHaVEjI/AAAAAAAAADw/sRMGGY0kIWk/s72-c/DSC04777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-2038519782915749445</id><published>2008-08-24T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:29:52.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Miracles Within 3 Hours</title><content type='html'>It was 24 August 2008. I was supposed to fly back to Lahad Datu.&lt;br /&gt;There was a leadership training thingy that night, I wish I could go but too bad, I gotta go back to Lahad Datu.&lt;br /&gt;Right after i sat down and started reading my book in the airport, i started praying. The prayer goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;Lord, can you please cancel the flight? I really wanna go to, You know, the training tonight. If I go, means I can learn something; If I learn something, means I can bring it back and share. But uhm, Lord, it's okay if You say no, cause I know You'll always have a better plan for me. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my book, was really bored. *Sound effect: Deng Deng Deng Deng* *Bla Bla Bla* Flight delayed. Errrrr. Great. I took out my phone, wanted to inform my dad, found out that my battery was almost flat, 1 phone call, boom. I sms-ed my dad, the message was like this: Flight delayed don't know till when. I'll tell you. Don't call me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked left, right, left, right, left, right, hoping that the time will pass faster. Suddenly, "Eh? isn't that a socket?! Wow." that was the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st miracle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm... I think my charger's in the luggage. Aww. Hmmm. Try see if it's in my knapsack. No harm trying. *Search* Tadaaaaaa! Charger! *the charger glows* Nah, joking. Haha. Yea and that was the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd miracle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 6pm.*Sound effect: Deng Deng Deng Deng* *Bla Bla Bla* Flight cancelled. 0.0 I was like WOW! Here goes the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd miracle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Unbelievable, believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Passengers went to the counter to get the ticket transfer done. 40+ people in front of me. It was 6pm+. I told my sister that I wanted to go to the training. She sms-ed me, said that Gem will pick me up at 7pm. Hooray~ Time flies, the que was much shorter. It was 6.30pm, I had to rush. I went to the person waiting in front of the counter, I said "Uhm. Do you mind if I..." 4 or 5 of them looked at me like =.0. "I got an appointment at 7pm, so... Do you..." It was her turn, she sorta signaled me, so I went to the counter. And guess what, the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th miracle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =) I turned around, said thank you with a great big smile. Then tried to chit chat a bit. I asked, "So you're going to Lahad Datu?" "Ya" "You're a teacher right?" "Ya!" Then she looked at me like 0.0. Actually it wasn't God telling me, but I overheard her coversations with her friends. Haha! =p&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to collect my luggages and went home, SamTan was the one sending me. (Thank you so much Sam!) We rushed home, I put down my bag, got ready and yea, here comes the Gem. Great timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;And I still feel blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-2038519782915749445?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2038519782915749445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=2038519782915749445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2038519782915749445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2038519782915749445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/08/4-miracles-within-3-hours.html' title='4 Miracles Within 3 Hours'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-2325868150692370549</id><published>2008-08-12T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:58:15.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive But Can't Forget</title><content type='html'>I confronted my english teacher. I was so brave! Woohoo! I really want to thank God. I can feel that my courage was from Him. Man, i told the teacher how I felt! It's like... relief man. And she was kinda shocked cuz I talked about her mistakes, her attitude and all. She kinda agreed and kept quiet. So yea, she's forgiven and I'm not gonna forget about this cause I wanna keep a distance between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come near my heart and act like you know me, I bite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-2325868150692370549?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2325868150692370549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=2325868150692370549' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2325868150692370549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2325868150692370549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/08/forgive-but-cant-forget.html' title='Forgive But Can&apos;t Forget'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-2252288068256931008</id><published>2008-08-12T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:45:06.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelas Bahasa Inggeris</title><content type='html'>Again, she stepped on my tail. I did fight back a little this time. How to tolerate? Grrr. She's just being so... not understanding. I even doubt her qualification of being a teacher. I don't have the paper, and I didn't do anything about it because I they finished doing it and it's like useless to photocopy a set a paper with someone else's answer. She just ain't gonna gain my respect. How I wish she will get her big fat ass off my sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-2252288068256931008?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2252288068256931008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=2252288068256931008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2252288068256931008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2252288068256931008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/08/kelas-bahasa-inggeris.html' title='Kelas Bahasa Inggeris'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-6804037508793875589</id><published>2008-08-10T23:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:34:40.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SJ_c__RDtmI/AAAAAAAAADo/jSSTuBVG7XI/s1600-h/DSC04599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233144283900655202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SJ_c__RDtmI/AAAAAAAAADo/jSSTuBVG7XI/s320/DSC04599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11 August 2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Elaine slimmed down a bit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and changed her hairstyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Which is so not her style. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-6804037508793875589?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6804037508793875589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=6804037508793875589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/6804037508793875589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/6804037508793875589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-now.html' title='And Now...'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SJ_c__RDtmI/AAAAAAAAADo/jSSTuBVG7XI/s72-c/DSC04599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-2617877141220774391</id><published>2008-08-10T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:30:42.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Then...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SJ_cgOpW7BI/AAAAAAAAADg/G493q6glfjI/s1600-h/DSC03963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233143738273295378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SJ_cgOpW7BI/AAAAAAAAADg/G493q6glfjI/s320/DSC03963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Elaine lost some weight. But no use, still fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-2617877141220774391?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2617877141220774391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=2617877141220774391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2617877141220774391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/2617877141220774391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/08/then.html' title='Then...'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SJ_cgOpW7BI/AAAAAAAAADg/G493q6glfjI/s72-c/DSC03963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-4615158912322463602</id><published>2008-08-10T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T05:35:31.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After few weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SJ7gPbdZFvI/AAAAAAAAADY/Vq2NZkxbzTg/s1600-h/DSC04358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232866372724791026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SJ7gPbdZFvI/AAAAAAAAADY/Vq2NZkxbzTg/s320/DSC04358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Elaine has finally gain weight and look like a balloon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-4615158912322463602?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4615158912322463602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=4615158912322463602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4615158912322463602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4615158912322463602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-few-weeks.html' title='After few weeks...'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SJ7gPbdZFvI/AAAAAAAAADY/Vq2NZkxbzTg/s72-c/DSC04358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-4105741761561300382</id><published>2008-08-10T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T03:10:43.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Monday (23-06-2008)</title><content type='html'>I walked in to school, all I saw was, BIG EYES STARING AT ME. All I heard was, “OH MY GOSH!”  “WHEN DID U COME BACK?” “ARE YOU ELAINE?” “IS THIS REAL?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! I love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone got heart attacked, mission accomplished! Haha. Yea, I didn’t tell them that I moved back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day. I was quite uncomfortable with those eyes of Malay students, looking at me, as if I’m one of the animals in the zoo, just because I’m using a different school badge. Those eyes were really annoying. I’m gonna dig them out one day! Just kidding~ =p We went for assembly early in the morning. Negaraku, Sabah Tanah Airku masih boleh. School anthem… Hmmm… How to sing again? Man, I’m such a loser, I don’t know how to sing Lok Yuk School Anthem and forgot Agaseh School Anthem. Sigh. But I promise, I’ll learn them and sing with schoolmates in Agaseh and ex-schoolmates in Lok Yuk! Hmmm--- let me think. I wanna sing with Samantha Ku, Daniel Chen, Andy Wong, Matthew Lok, David Gan, and Melvina! See la, I’ll sure tangkap you guys. Gahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;After assembly, we went back to the class, I went to look for the principal to ask what class I should be in. Unfortunately, our principal went to Bali, for a conference. So that means, I don’t have a class until next week? I looked for the Penolong Kanan. After around half an hour, I went to take text books, SPBT, and officially walked into the class, 4 Arif. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;It was mathematics. I missed the lesson, So yea, I chose to sit still and do my own stuff. The bell rang, Biology. We went to the lab. The teacher was looking at me, asked, “pelajar baru dari mana?” “Lok Yuk, KK.” “Oh, Lok Yuk.” Then he started teaching. Everyone has a module except me, I have no idea what to do. I couldn’t help but slept in the class cause I slept at 1am the night before and stayed up the whole night on Saturday. So I guess it’s reasonable to sleep. =p&lt;br /&gt;After Bio, recess. Went to the canteen. THE FOODS ARE SO GILA-LY CHEAP! So much cheaper than Lok Yuk’s. Ish. Haha. Sorry Lok Yuk~ Had breakfast and coffee =D&lt;br /&gt;Went back to class, took chemistry books, went to the lab. The teacher was good, the way she teaches students was really good. She smiles when she’s teaching, I think many students will like her. *shrugs* I passed the chemistry PEKA to the teacher. She was quite shocked that our school did it fast. And I’m proud. Haha. So students, finish it faster la!&lt;br /&gt;After chemistry was Moral. New teacher teaching. She asked me to answer the question. I stood up, she asked me, “Ah moi cina kah?” “*Heartbroken* Ya, cina. Kulit tidak cina, sebab sinaran matahari yang membencikan.” She laughed. I smiled. Then answered the question. Lepas Moral, tiada sudah. I went to my friend’s house, cause we’re going to tuition at 3.30. Had lunch there and watched tv. 3.30, the tuition teacher was shocked, she didn’t know that I moved back. Few days ago, I sms-ed her, “Cikgu, ada bagi tuisyen budak form4? Ada satu budak form4 mau tuisyen dengan cikgu.” “Ada. Budak Agaseh juga kah tu?” “Ya, Agaseh. Bila cikgu?” “Isnin 3.30, Jumaat 2.30” “Ok ok, saya bagitau budak tu. Hari Isnin dia pergi.” “Ok” That teacher WAS my tuition teacher, and she IS my tuition teacher again. Cool. She couldn’t believe it, she even asked my friend, betul kah? Ya cikgu. Betul? Ya bah cikgu. Is it really that unbelievable? I wonder.After tuition, I went back home. Reached at around 6.30. Wanted to have a short nap. But my BeeBee was making noise. “Your daughter is hungry.” Mum said. OH YA! FORGOT TO FEED HER! Oops. After feeding her was about 6.50. I sms-ed another tuition teacher, “Teacher, what are you gonna teach tonight? Is it full? I was wondering if I can go.” “Just come”. Tuition was 7.30pm. I asked my friend to pick me up cause I didn’t wanna go alone. Shy bah. Haha! Had a great time in tuition, the teacher is still so friendly like he used to be. After tuition, followed my friend’s car home. Reached home at 9.45pm. Wanted to go online but, parents. Sigh. Watched tv, Bathe, Dinner. Slept at 1am+. But it’s okay, Tuesday and Wednesday no school! Alaaa, Lok Yuk. Haha! Joking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-4105741761561300382?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4105741761561300382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=4105741761561300382' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4105741761561300382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4105741761561300382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-monday-23-06-2008.html' title='First Monday (23-06-2008)'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-4276469275482279210</id><published>2008-08-10T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:55:38.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humiliated (30-07-2008)</title><content type='html'>A sunny day! Everything looks just fine. Until she came in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was English session. I was quite excited because I prepared my script for the English Oral Test with lots of love and hardwork, and I was about to impress her.&lt;br /&gt;"Stand up, Goodmorning Teacher." And here goes, English session.&lt;br /&gt;She asked us to take out the exercise that she gave us earlier on, which was about last thursday. I was absent that day because I was sick. I put up my hand, told the teacher, thought she would be understanding enough "Teacher, I didn't get the paper, I was absent that day when you gave it to them." With a very angry tone, she asked the class "Who took her paper?" No one knows. Then she scolded me, but not in a direct way. She was angry because I told her only when she entered the class. I don't know about you but my common sense tells me that the teacher will keep the papers of those absent. Well, I guess our common sense just didn't match. For a second, I thought it was my fault. But... what have I done wrongly? I didn't even fight back. That's so not me.&lt;br /&gt;Then she sid...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Step out!&lt;/span&gt; I don't want to see you here."&lt;br /&gt;What the toot man! She asked us (those who didn't have the paper) out! I'm so innocent! I looked at her, then she said it again "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Step out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" Shit, I talk like that only to my dog! Even when I scold my dog, I won't be so rude o! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went out. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the teacher:&lt;br /&gt;The Good News is, Jesus loves you.&lt;br /&gt;The Bad News is, I think that you're an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about those impolite words. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-4276469275482279210?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4276469275482279210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=4276469275482279210' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4276469275482279210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4276469275482279210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/08/humiliated-30-07-2008.html' title='Humiliated (30-07-2008)'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-4106663890608671185</id><published>2008-08-10T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T02:11:03.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My English Teacher (24-07-2008)</title><content type='html'>English lesson! *Yay* English teacher! *Yawn*&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really have no idea why she can talk so much.&lt;br /&gt;She comes to our class, talks like singing lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day! I... GOT CAUGHT SLEEPING! That was my first time sleeping in this school. Wow. Impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menggunakan salah satu gaya bahasa, iaitu imbas kembali, (uiseh, gaya bahasa) Puan Dorothy, my English teacher in my former school, Lok Yuk was the one and only teacher who gained my respect. Seriously. There's no other English teacher better than her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-4106663890608671185?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4106663890608671185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=4106663890608671185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4106663890608671185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/4106663890608671185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-english-teacher-24-07-2008.html' title='My English Teacher (24-07-2008)'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-5843918168939924150</id><published>2008-08-08T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:12:25.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!!!</title><content type='html'>My streamyx's finally working!&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-5843918168939924150?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5843918168939924150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=5843918168939924150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/5843918168939924150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/5843918168939924150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!!'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-1141068026467143982</id><published>2008-07-21T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:47:54.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Obvious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ai_9MGkf5aI/SIV1f7M4_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/taa7wDOdbm4/s1600-h/image-upload-121-718889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ai_9MGkf5aI/SIV1f7M4_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/taa7wDOdbm4/s320/image-upload-121-718889.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;1 kali 4 jenis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-1141068026467143982?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1141068026467143982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=1141068026467143982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/1141068026467143982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/1141068026467143982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-obvious.html' title='It&amp;#39;s Obvious.'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ai_9MGkf5aI/SIV1f7M4_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/taa7wDOdbm4/s72-c/image-upload-121-718889.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-6031058089435437798</id><published>2008-07-21T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:54:17.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>Now you see me,&lt;br /&gt;Now you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i'm healthy,&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life... Life... Life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone here's missing me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-6031058089435437798?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6031058089435437798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=6031058089435437798' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/6031058089435437798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/6031058089435437798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/07/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-8708488709054362605</id><published>2008-06-19T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:50:18.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was looking at my ex-schoolmates' profile pictures in Friendster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What..the..toot is happening to the girls? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking pictures ain't wrong, but... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Puke*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Please la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(=.=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry, I seldom talk like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-8708488709054362605?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8708488709054362605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=8708488709054362605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/8708488709054362605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/8708488709054362605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/06/girls.html' title='Girls?'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-3194050158536613110</id><published>2008-05-21T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:47:54.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behold...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The New Puppy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oddie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SDUR0zk2fmI/AAAAAAAAADE/cABanr2c2Cg/s1600-h/DSC03432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203084543392120418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SDUR0zk2fmI/AAAAAAAAADE/cABanr2c2Cg/s320/DSC03432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Personal Information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; Oddie Liew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 2 Months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gender: &lt;/span&gt;Male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Address:&lt;/span&gt; 2085, Lorong Kenawai 3, Dah Yeh Villa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hobbies:&lt;/span&gt; Sniff and Bark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't he cute~? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so in love with him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-3194050158536613110?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3194050158536613110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=3194050158536613110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/3194050158536613110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/3194050158536613110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-puppy.html' title='New Puppy'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SDUR0zk2fmI/AAAAAAAAADE/cABanr2c2Cg/s72-c/DSC03432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-7818489895370329374</id><published>2008-05-11T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T05:38:25.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>唯一真神</title><content type='html'>在你最失落的时候，你会想起谁？在你无助时，又会想起谁？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在2008年5月6日，我再一次感受到神的恩典。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;独自在夜里望着天花板，无法入睡，脑子装的都是几个问题。“回去？”“不回去？”“回去会怎样？”“不回去，又会怎样？”心不断地在犹豫。“祷告？”追求神的热心已冷却的我，没认真祷告有一段时间了。如今，闭上眼睛祷告，感觉，不再一样了。自己和神的距离已经疏远了。不久，好友突然传则短讯，内容虽是废话，但心里有种不明的冲动要与他分享当时所面对的困难。想了一阵，就叫她拨电给我。正面对的困难，我毫无保留地，一件一件告诉他。他其实也不知该说些什么，该做些什么。也难怪啦，这毕竟与他无关，他也没遇过这种情况。和他聊着聊着，眼泪不知觉地冒了出来。我告诉他：“我...可以哭吗？”他呆了一会儿，说：“那...我现挂线，你哭吧。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;挂线后，真的哭了。几滴眼泪也算不了什么。按着手机，找一些圣歌来平复心情。听了一首又一首，怎么都没帮助啊？！心情变得十分失落，很想出去吹吹风。一直祷告求异象，求答案，哭得无法停止。崩溃了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LD Home - Calling* 0_0!!!&lt;br /&gt;“Hello?” 啊！是我哥哥！&lt;br /&gt;“几时放假？几时开学？要买机票了。”&lt;br /&gt;“5月24 到 6月8。”&lt;br /&gt;（肃静几秒）&lt;br /&gt;“我睡不着噢。”&lt;br /&gt;“你幻想一个小女孩...”&lt;br /&gt;“不是，我在想着某件事。”&lt;br /&gt;“噢，什么事？”&lt;br /&gt;（我把事情都告诉了他）&lt;br /&gt;“不要回，我帮你决定了。”&lt;br /&gt;“为什么？”&lt;br /&gt;（他解释）&lt;br /&gt;哥哥一直开导我。他说的一点也没错，也很有道理。“不要回”他再一次说。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;挂了线后，就决定不回去，回想哥哥说的一切，我决定重新站立，勇往直前。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想着想着，哥鲜少打电话给我的，今晚却突然致电，而不是传短讯......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你认为是巧合吗？我认为，是神的旨意。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我有一位有求必应的真神。&lt;br /&gt;我希望，你，也能和我一样，拥有着这位永活的真神。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-7818489895370329374?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7818489895370329374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=7818489895370329374' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7818489895370329374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7818489895370329374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='唯一真神'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-5412037272595702171</id><published>2008-04-23T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T02:20:27.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>During the Mathematics Test 22nd of April 2008</title><content type='html'>Maths! It was really easy. But of course there were hard ones too. I looked at the questions, the 1st thing appeared in my mind was "oh yeah~"&lt;br /&gt;There's this...so called equation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ExamTeacher + StudentsTeacher&lt;br /&gt;Fact0risation&lt;br /&gt;= Teacher (Exam + Students)&lt;br /&gt;When Teacher is excluded&lt;br /&gt;= &lt;u&gt;See other ppl's answer..&lt;/u&gt; ngiehehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I wasn't the one cheating. It was the person beside me! Moo!&lt;br /&gt;Moo: Spt spt!&lt;br /&gt;Elaine *no rasa*&lt;br /&gt;Moo: Eherm Eherm..&lt;br /&gt;Elaine *no rasa*&lt;br /&gt;Moo: Eh, i dunno how 2 do question number 10 o.&lt;br /&gt;Elaine *got rasa*&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: What?! So easy?!&lt;br /&gt;Moo: What's the answer o?&lt;br /&gt;Elaine *oh no oh no..*&lt;br /&gt;Elaine *Suddenly.. WWJD (what would Jesus do) appeared in my mind*&lt;br /&gt;Elaine *help others?*&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: 10 (a)(i) is ..... 10(a)(ii) is .....&lt;br /&gt;Moo: oh okok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWJD? What?&lt;br /&gt;People, giving answer is not Christ-like, helpful.. It's stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. NEVER CHEAT IN EXAMS LA PLEASE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-5412037272595702171?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5412037272595702171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=5412037272595702171' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/5412037272595702171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/5412037272595702171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/04/during-mathematics-test-22nd-of-april.html' title='During the Mathematics Test 22nd of April 2008'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-5500930200711756398</id><published>2008-04-12T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:47:57.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaya Street! Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Goodmorning!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Zao An(Goodmorning)! Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;On the way, reaching in 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okay!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bye!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam called, Yvonne's in the toilet, I was still lying on the bed(after getting myself ready). Got up and went 2 the toilet, "*knock knock* Moi, Sam's reaching in 10 minutes time." "okay." Went back 2 my room, continued lying on the bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Yvonne's Ringtone: Relient K - 12 Days of Christmas* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was still in the toilet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Hello?&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm outside.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Okay Okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis came out, she rushed, i sleepwalked 2 the car. The 1st thing i saw was Sam's big cute attractive smile. =D And the 1st thing i heard was "Goodmorning!". Energetic pula this guy. *Vroom!* - Gaya street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the 2nd time in my entire life. I heard someone saying only on Sundays you can see Gaya street market. *shrugs* Sam:"&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;You guys look the same. No morning look 1.&lt;/span&gt;" Yvonne:"&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Got.&lt;/span&gt;" *Sam looked at yvonne, looked at me.* Yvonne:"&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Heavy eye bags and tiny eyes.&lt;/span&gt;" Sam:"&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Haha! Elaine got the morning look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;" *Look at him with my tiny eyes, I was still..half asleep..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaya street! We went down the car. I was really excited. =D Turned around, i saw.....a trolley? Lol! That's really cute! Imagine a big guy like Sam with a cute tiny blue trolley. Owwww...Haha. Yeap! We're ready! Time 4 groceries!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAHT_QAqPUI/AAAAAAAAACE/YOYloZtuUjI/s1600-h/DSC02352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188661329290476866" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px" height="385" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAHT_QAqPUI/AAAAAAAAACE/YOYloZtuUjI/s400/DSC02352.JPG" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papaya! The 1st thing we bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAGQNAAqPKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sMgpo1ySIZA/s1600-h/DSC02353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188586798722989218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAGQNAAqPKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sMgpo1ySIZA/s400/DSC02353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put inside the cute tiny blue trolley =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAGQ8QAqPLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QDZqG45vdd4/s1600-h/DSC02354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188587610471808178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAGQ8QAqPLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QDZqG45vdd4/s400/DSC02354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No need to imagine bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAGSBAAqPMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3NsOqYFABAs/s1600-h/DSC02355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188588791587814594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAGSBAAqPMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3NsOqYFABAs/s400/DSC02355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sis and I saw 'Orange' in the shopping list. But Sam said this was the 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAGTggAqPNI/AAAAAAAAABE/Fv3-KZgGFaU/s1600-h/DSC02358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188590432265321682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAGTggAqPNI/AAAAAAAAABE/Fv3-KZgGFaU/s400/DSC02358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a concentration. Btw, I was helping 2 jaga the trolley =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAGUlQAqPOI/AAAAAAAAABM/eqQ2_NcZ_74/s1600-h/DSC02359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188591613381328098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAGUlQAqPOI/AAAAAAAAABM/eqQ2_NcZ_74/s400/DSC02359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting. Don't know why but feel like taking pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAGVjwAqPPI/AAAAAAAAABU/UFtrZct9un0/s1600-h/DSC02361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188592687123152114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAGVjwAqPPI/AAAAAAAAABU/UFtrZct9un0/s400/DSC02361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Still waiting) Safe and sound =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAHULQAqPVI/AAAAAAAAACM/ewxCVSwvuEs/s1600-h/DSC02360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188661535448907090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAHULQAqPVI/AAAAAAAAACM/ewxCVSwvuEs/s400/DSC02360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAHUXgAqPWI/AAAAAAAAACU/6jtzSrU7fUs/s1600-h/DSC02363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188661745902304610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAHUXgAqPWI/AAAAAAAAACU/6jtzSrU7fUs/s400/DSC02363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25kg of 'Oranges'. 0_0 Banyak juga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAHUiQAqPXI/AAAAAAAAACc/NJT3b1FlL-k/s1600-h/DSC02364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188661930585898354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAHUiQAqPXI/AAAAAAAAACc/NJT3b1FlL-k/s400/DSC02364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going 4 second round! Papaya and 'Oranges' were put inside the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAHU-AAqPYI/AAAAAAAAACk/lp3SV895J-g/s1600-h/DSC02365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188662407327268226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAHU-AAqPYI/AAAAAAAAACk/lp3SV895J-g/s400/DSC02365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After third round. Everything was in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAHVNAAqPZI/AAAAAAAAACs/_lH4aK8VltA/s1600-h/DSC02366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188662665025306002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAHVNAAqPZI/AAAAAAAAACs/_lH4aK8VltA/s400/DSC02366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:06am. Go makan! =D Bye Gaya Street Market! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAHa9gAqPaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zuoDfW9US0o/s1600-h/DSC02351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188668995807100322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAHa9gAqPaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zuoDfW9US0o/s400/DSC02351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for everything Sam! You're the best! Woohoo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-5500930200711756398?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5500930200711756398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=5500930200711756398' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/5500930200711756398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/5500930200711756398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2008/04/gaya-street-woohoo.html' title='Gaya Street! Woohoo!'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbG5h3WbRDo/SAHT_QAqPUI/AAAAAAAAACE/YOYloZtuUjI/s72-c/DSC02352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-6529249728223554299</id><published>2007-12-25T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:02:31.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Leave or Not to Leave</title><content type='html'>Time flies. I'm now 15. Things have to be changed. Like studies, Agaseh can't fill my needs. I need better school, with better teachers, better fascilities, better friends, better life. So I have to leave, go to somewhere better. I chose KK. I chose All Saints. I know I will suffer a lot there in KK without family, transport, computer T_T, friends? (need to meet new friends). But you know what? I'm not gonna give up, cause I have God with me, I have my sister as my angel too =) That's enough for me. It's time for me to stand up, learn to take care of myself. My sis planned everything for me, like school bus, friends, church n everything. But something tells me that I cannot leave Lahad Datu. Something tells me that I still got some job to take over. I prayed, hoping that God will let me go 2 KK, to learn something. I can only wait, wait for God's reply. I really want to leave Lahad Datu, but at the same time, I want 2 stay back in Lahad Datu, bring all my friends to church, bring them 2 christ, save them from being constantly burnt in hell. I hope that they'll know why I'm doing that. Lastly, I hope that you guys will pray 4 me too. You know that I want it so badly. It won't be too troublesome 4 you 2 add me in your praying list right? Haha..Anyway, thank you for reading. Thank you for being so patient to read. God bless ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jen Nee:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for not rejecting my invitation that night. I was so happy that I can bring you to church, to let you know a person very important to me, God. I hope that you can continue asking me about praying n all. I really want to help. And sorry that I couldn't continue bringing you to church but I promise, you will always be on my praying list, I know that someday, someone will bring you to church. I'm sure. Anyway, I'm very proud of you for making that decision to follow after God. He'll be with you always, trust me. If u r facing any difficulties in life, tell me, we pray together. God bless you Jen Nee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-6529249728223554299?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6529249728223554299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=6529249728223554299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/6529249728223554299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/6529249728223554299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-leave-or-not-to-leave.html' title='To Leave or Not to Leave'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-7305705230075627597</id><published>2007-12-06T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T01:50:59.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 December 2007</title><content type='html'>It wasn't a good day after all. I enjoyed when my friends are here with me, but immediately after they left, I don't feel happy at all. This sounds strange. Maybe it's because I was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;5 Dec 07 (My Birthday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12am - chat on9, started 2 receive phone calls and text messages&lt;br /&gt;1am   - still receiving text messages&lt;br /&gt;2am   - chatting on9 with my brother in singapore&lt;br /&gt;3am   - checking out my testimonials in Friendster&lt;br /&gt;4am   - nothing to do, can't sleep, watch taiwan series "Hei1 Tang2 Ma3 Qi2 Duo3"&lt;br /&gt;5am   - sky is still dark, eyes are still wide open, continue watching&lt;br /&gt;6am   - sky is getting bright, scared will be caught not sleeping by mum, went to sleep&lt;br /&gt;7am   - incoming messages woke me up&lt;br /&gt;8am   - continued sleeping&lt;br /&gt;9am   - sleeping&lt;br /&gt;10am - still sleeping&lt;br /&gt;11am - can't wake up&lt;br /&gt;12pm - "Happy birthday..Do you have garlic?" text message from Michelle. "Yes i think" replied&lt;br /&gt;           - "It's raining again..Open the door 4 me ah.." sent by Michelle on the way to my house&lt;br /&gt;1pm   - terpaksa wake up cause Michelle is here to cook for me&lt;br /&gt;2pm   - all set, friends are here already. We started eating those delicious foods cooked by Michelle = Fried rice n..ermm..dunno the name but it looks like fish nugget.&lt;br /&gt;3pm   - playing in the house&lt;br /&gt;4pm   - singing b'day song to me, I made 3 simple wishes and blew the candles!&lt;br /&gt;5pm   - everyone went home. I continued to watch my taiwan series.&lt;br /&gt;6pm   - mom is home, prepared myself 4 the next party at 7pm&lt;br /&gt;7pm   - church buddies are here. We started enjoying our KFC&lt;br /&gt;8pm   - still eating&lt;br /&gt;9pm   - chit chatting in the dining room&lt;br /&gt;10pm - all watching tv in the living room&lt;br /&gt;11pm  - all left, mom came back from cell group, I continued watching my taiwan series again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Dec 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12am  - prayed in my room. Giving thanks for all He had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want 2 thank my buddy, Michelle for cooking such delicious dishes. She comes from a rich family but can cook better than me! (I'm not good in cooking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God most of all for giving me this unforgetablely boring birthday..haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-7305705230075627597?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7305705230075627597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=7305705230075627597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7305705230075627597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/7305705230075627597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2007/12/5-december-2007.html' title='5 December 2007'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-1643530798198647002</id><published>2007-08-22T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T10:19:59.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>青春无悔主题曲</title><content type='html'>我已经决定  向自己表白&lt;br /&gt;把今生今世  献给真爱&lt;br /&gt;身体不向情欲  随意低头&lt;br /&gt;心灵  不被谎言轻易主宰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我已经决定  向自己表白&lt;br /&gt;把今生今世  献给真爱&lt;br /&gt;身体不向情欲  随意低头&lt;br /&gt;心灵不被谎言轻易主宰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;××&lt;br /&gt;没有期待的  不是爱&lt;br /&gt;不能忍耐  也不叫爱&lt;br /&gt;激情汹涌  短暂澎湃&lt;br /&gt;来得快  去得也快&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有期待的  不是爱&lt;br /&gt;不能忍耐  也不叫爱&lt;br /&gt;经的起考验  是真情是真爱&lt;br /&gt;我期待  用心去爱&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-1643530798198647002?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1643530798198647002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=1643530798198647002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/1643530798198647002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/1643530798198647002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='青春无悔主题曲'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-116496189260967794</id><published>2006-11-30T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T05:43:27.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Looking Forward 2 My B'day (5th Dec) + Holiday Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After planning 4 da holidays, sumthing suddenly appeared in my mind - i won't b able 2 celebrate my b'day 2gether wif my family..Aww, i feel so sad..1st time celebrating my b'day without family around me..&lt;br /&gt;2day (1st Dec), my parents went outstation dee..they went 2 Singapore 2 'do sumthing'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: (In the living room)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Daddy, i'm celebrating my b'day alone dis year&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tears coming out from my eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;*Sigh* wet wet water lar..&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;which&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Run to da kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Mummy, i'm celebrating my b'day alone dis year..&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Wipe my tears)&lt;br /&gt;.....Silence.....&lt;br /&gt;Doo...Doo...Doo...&lt;br /&gt;Engage..Mum wasn't listening..&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: (Talk a bit louder) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Mummy, Wo Jin Nian Sheng Ri Yi Ge Ren Guo O..Hen sad O..&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Translation: Mummy, i'm celebrating my b'day all alone dis year..very sad o..)&lt;br /&gt;Mum: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Haha! Nvm, we celebrate wif u after u come back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Elaine: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Cannot! It will be 19th Dec! Dat's too late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went 2 take my shower..&lt;br /&gt;Went downstairs..&lt;br /&gt;Saw da airticket..&lt;br /&gt;Think about my holiday plan........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1th Dec - Stay at home n slp..&lt;br /&gt;2th Dec - Stay at home n slp..&lt;br /&gt;3th Dec - Stay at home n slp..&lt;br /&gt;4th Dec - Stay at home n slp..Sister is going 2 KK..i'll b home alone..&lt;br /&gt;5th Dec - Slightly different 2day..Stay at home n cry..thinking of my b'day without family, no 1 will remember my b'day, no 1 will greet me as well..&lt;br /&gt;6th Dec - Drink lotta water cuz 5th Dec will loose lotta tears..^^"&lt;br /&gt;7th Dec - Prepare myself 2 sit inside da stupid Focur 50..da smelly plane..&lt;br /&gt;8th Dec - Going 2 KL..wif sis n few frens..&lt;br /&gt;9th Dec - Gotta Do Business..&lt;br /&gt;10th Dec- Wat Do u expect me 2 do? yea..got business waiting 4 me..&lt;br /&gt;11th Dec- Business Business Business..&lt;br /&gt;12th Dec- Still Business..&lt;br /&gt;13th Dec- Still Business? Yup..hepi wif dat..&lt;br /&gt;14th Dec- Going 2 Sunway..ermm..2 play? Oopss..going 2 a concert..PS Rox!&lt;br /&gt;15th Dec- I'm not sure yet..&lt;br /&gt;16th Dec- Not sure too..&lt;br /&gt;17th Dec- Still not sure..&lt;br /&gt;18th Dec- Prepare my things 2 come back..(2 Sabah, Sdk..)&lt;br /&gt;19th Dec- Mayb Sitting in AirBus or 737..747 oso possible ^^&lt;br /&gt;=20th Dec- Would b in Sdk, wif sis n dad..(mayb)&lt;br /&gt;=20th Dec- Would b in LD, wif sis, mum, bro..(mayb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay..dis is all about my plan 4 holiday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling sad 4 myself..&lt;br /&gt;5th Dec! Dun Come! I Dun Wanna Face Da Cruel Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine........Wake up.......dat's impossible..&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;/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/31017625-116496189260967794?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/116496189260967794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=116496189260967794' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/116496189260967794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/116496189260967794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2006/11/not-looking-forward-2-my-bday-5th-dec.html' title='Not Looking Forward 2 My B&apos;day (5th Dec) + Holiday Plan'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-115496338720844950</id><published>2006-08-07T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T08:09:47.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A 'Tears Loosing' Day...</title><content type='html'>Saturday, 05 August 2006, Afternoon 2:51pm, sumthing juz happened...2day was meant 2 b a hepi day 4 my dad juz came bac from KL 4 1 week course n it's Saturday, can say it's a family day...while i was preparing 2 go 2 church 4 song practice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hello uncle, i'm going 2 Anna's shop 2 wait 4 u!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, i'll fetch u n Anna der @ 2:45pm, k?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, i'll b der earlier. Bye, thx uncle!"&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome, Bye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello mummy, wat time r u sending me 2 Anna's hse?"&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? y r u going 2 Anna's hse?"&lt;br /&gt;"Is der a change of plan?"&lt;br /&gt;"Wat plan?"&lt;br /&gt;"But last nite u asked me 2 call uncle 2 fetch me in Anna's hse 2day rite?"&lt;br /&gt;"I din say dat. U better ask uncle 2 fetch u from home."&lt;br /&gt;"Ya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krap!!Doo...Doo...Doo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so angry dat my mum 4gotten wat she said n din wanna send me 2 church although i din ask 4 it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello uncle, could u pls come 2 my hse 2 fetch me?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sory but i reached Anna's hse oredy. Can u look 4 transport 2 come 2 Anna's hse?"&lt;br /&gt;~Wat?? Feeling so angry...&lt;br /&gt;"No nid den uncle, i'm not going."&lt;br /&gt;"Wat? u'r not going?"&lt;br /&gt;~How could i do dat? i'm being selfish if i do dat.&lt;br /&gt;"No uncle, i mean i'm not going 2 Anna's hse. I'll go by my own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood was spoiled by da conversation wif my mum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring...Ring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, Fui?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya?"&lt;br /&gt;"Did u book da church 4 song practice?"&lt;br /&gt;"Gosh! 4got...ermm...so...i'll think of sumthing 2 help u 2 come bac."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok."&lt;br /&gt;2nd line : Mum&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"Fui, come out now, v r outside da hse."&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"U'r going 2 church rite? v'r sending u."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...ermm...i'm not going anymore."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vroom...&lt;br /&gt;car was inside da car porch dee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mummy, Anna's n Elizabeth r in da church. V din book da chuch n they dun hv transport 2 go home so hu can send them?"&lt;br /&gt;"U can ask uncle 2 fetch them."&lt;br /&gt;"But uncle said he wanna work."&lt;br /&gt;Mum thought 4 a while...&lt;br /&gt;"Y dun u ask me earlier? now, da gate is closed, da door is closed, da car is properly parked. So now u go 2 open da gate, open da door n get da car key." Mum said wif anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mum left, i went up 2 my room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock kncok...&lt;br /&gt;Dad's coming in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fui, y r u like dat? u always do da same mistake. I told u many times..."&lt;br /&gt;(Dad's scolding me nicely)&lt;br /&gt;"I'm actually not angry, but u c ur behave, is dat da way u should do things? I'm angry dat u made mummy angry n she's speeding now. Do u noe dat speeding is veli dangerous?"&lt;br /&gt;(Dad suddenly talk fiercely)&lt;br /&gt;"Ok ok, i'm sory 4 dat n der's no next time. I promise!"&lt;br /&gt;"U always do da same mistake, n u always think dat u r rite."&lt;br /&gt;"I noe dat i'm not rite n dat's y i appologize."&lt;br /&gt;Dad continued scolding...&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it n i said&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sory, i'm reli sory 4 dat. I won't do dat anymore. I'm reli sory."&lt;br /&gt;My dad din say anything after dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum came back. Dad's downstairs. As 4 me, in da room...&lt;br /&gt;crying quietly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 4 crying:-&lt;br /&gt;1. Dad was too fierce&lt;br /&gt;2. Feeling Guilty&lt;br /&gt;3. Feeling Sorry&lt;br /&gt;4. Feeling Sad&lt;br /&gt;5. Feeling...ermm...lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observation: Dad n Fui quareled.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion : The Yapp family is open minded. Dad n Mum wasn't angry wif Fui, Fui is not angry wif Dad n Mum.&lt;br /&gt;Moral Value: Family is always duin things 4 ur own good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-115496338720844950?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/115496338720844950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=115496338720844950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/115496338720844950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/115496338720844950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2006/08/tears-loosing-day.html' title='A &apos;Tears Loosing&apos; Day...'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-115435175922770949</id><published>2006-07-31T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T06:15:59.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Disappointing Day I've Ever Had</title><content type='html'>2day is suppose 2 b da best day i've ever had in my entire life...unfortunately, it turned 2 da most disappointing day i've ever had...y did i say dat? let me tel u a story...&lt;br /&gt;few days ago, i heard my best pal saying dat:"&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;fui, i was chosen 2 take part the MSSM gymrama competition but i wanna take part in da basketball competition oso...wat should i do?&lt;/span&gt;" i answered:"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;think u should choose gymrama cuz ur talent is der n dat is MSSM...&lt;/span&gt;"(which means she can hv a chance 2 represent sabah) den she said again:" &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but i wanna take part in da basketball competition...&lt;/span&gt;" so i asked her 2 take part in da basketball competition...&lt;br /&gt;da next day, she said:"&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i've chosen gymrama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;" my mind was thinking "&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;although i reli reli like gymrama n i always hope 4 chance 2 represent sabah but since she's da 1 n i'm not da 1, i'll still wish her gd luck n feel hepi 4 her...i was reli open minded @ dat time cuz i hv 2 accept da fact...&lt;/span&gt;" 2day, she told me dat she's not going 2 gymrama competition but basketball competition...i was...y? y dun u go 2 Kelantan 4 gymrama but chosen Tawau 4 basketball? big differents...i din ask oso...den she asked me 2 go 2 gymrama...i thought :"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;wow, a good chance 4 me...&lt;/span&gt;" i was so excited dat i can imagine myself flying in da sky...i went 2 c my class teacher dat is counselor...i asked her whether can i ask all of my subject teachers 2 teach me chapters dat i missed after i come back from kelantan...she said:"&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;if dat is da case u hv 2 ask them by urself...&lt;/span&gt;" so i went 2 look 4 da teachers...&lt;br /&gt;1st, i looked 4 my science teacher...i beg her 2 lend me her CDs...den she promised n lent it 2 me immediately...after dat, i went 2 look 4 my other subjects' teachers...they were not in..(they were teaching in their classes) since i won't n i can't meet them, i went back 2 my class...when there was no teacher, i studied by myself, thinking of studying hard so dat gymrama won't affect my studies...&lt;br /&gt;after sch, i went home, i tried 2 talk nicely 2 my mother cuz she seldom let me take part dis sort of competition dat will take 1 month...after a long conversation, my mum n dad let me take part n even agreed 2 pay all da expenses no matter RM100, RM1 000 or even RM10 000...i was so hepi n i rushed 2 take my bath so dat i can study earlier...&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;*Ring Ring...Ring Ring...*&lt;br /&gt;it was a phone calling from...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hello, fui...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;oh...it was my best pal...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yes?&lt;/span&gt;" i answered...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dun hv 2 go 2 Kelantan oledi...our teacher ignored dee...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;wat? ermm...ok...fine den...bye!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bye...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;*Krap* Doo...Doo...Doo...Doo...&lt;br /&gt;Tears came out immediately after she put down da phone...how sad n disappointing was dat...i couldn't hold my tears...i ran upstairs 2 take my bath...bathing is juz an excuse 4 me 2 cry in da toilet...ppl might ask y i hv 2 cry in da toilet...hv u heard others saying dat they like 2 cry in da rain? i got da same reason wif them...it's simply bcoz nobody can c our tears when we r crying in da rain or shower like me...it was hard 2 believe dat my parents allowed me 2 go...but it was so hard 2 believe dat i can't go...feeling reli sad...is dis God's will? or it's God's test 4 me? y did dis happen 2 me? i was reli reli veli sad dat i dunno how 2 describe...the only thing i can say is, i can't accept dis fact...i nid sum time...but...i hv 2 face them in sch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pls...pls giv me sum time 2 accept, understand n 2 think about wat happened 2 me...i'm reli veli confused, blur, sad n disappointed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i gotta stop here...cuz i'm loosing a lot of water from body...(tears)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-115435175922770949?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/115435175922770949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=115435175922770949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/115435175922770949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/115435175922770949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2006/07/most-disappointing-day-ive-ever-had.html' title='The Most Disappointing Day I&apos;ve Ever Had'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-115392863049377163</id><published>2006-07-26T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T08:43:50.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>只有我明白的爱</title><content type='html'>“为什么？为什么会是我？也为什么会是你？”心里不断地在想。&lt;br /&gt;看着刚拿回不久的表格，心里一路上都很不舒服，不开心，也不明白。“你…还好吧？”巴士友，斯云说。 “嗯…你是说我吗? 嗯…没事啊! 干嘛这样问？”为了掩饰隐藏在心里的伤痛，我选择了这样回答。“看你心事重重的样子才这样问的啊。” “噢！没有啦！你想太多了。”回答后，很愚蠢地对自己说：“敏恩！你有没有搞错啊？这是骗子才说的话啊！你太笨了吧！”但，看斯云很像没对我产生疑惑，我也没理这么多了。&lt;br /&gt;      回到家，妈用很奇怪的眼神看着我，说：“乖女儿，今天怎么啦？告诉妈，妈为你分担。”双眼含着泪水的我立刻背向妈，并对她说：“没有啦，我只是累了而已。没什么特别。”我们俩坐在客厅，静静地看电视已有一个小时了。我终于忍不住地说：“妈，事情是这样子的…”&lt;br /&gt;      我把昨晚做了两个半小时的表格带去学校准备派给我决定要给的人。这表格决不能看小，它占我地方研究考试的20%，所以我很用心地做。要给的人分别有我的死党，我的亲戚和我深爱的‘他’ 。&lt;br /&gt;      派给了她们后，剩下的那一张，就是要给‘他’ 的。亲戚睿萱和死党翠琳是我去食堂的好拍挡。我们三人常常坐在食堂的长板凳上聊心事。我们就读的毕竟是国中，大声地喊出‘我爱你’ 三个字都没人明白，所以我们很放心地聊。知道我暗恋着‘他’ 的睿萱和翠琳老是爱嘲笑我。她们知道剩余的那张表格是给‘他’ 后，她们把我推到‘他’ 的课室外面，害羞但死要装酷的我说：“你们干嘛比我心急要给他啊？”她们说：“这关乎你终身大事也。”当时的我简直是含羞如草，不小心露出了微笑。她们嘲笑我说：“咦？有人在暗爽呢。” “你哪只眼睛看到我暗爽啊？” “都说了是‘暗’爽，眼睛是看不到的，而是我们自己感觉到的。更何况我们讲的又不一定是你，你干嘛那么紧张啊？”听后，自己真的在暗爽。“衫忠！”翠琳喊道。慢慢而带着威严的纠察队队长，衫忠哥从课室走出来：“找我有事吗？”睿萱和翠琳不作声地看着我，我便回答：“可以帮我叫宇明出来吗？” “噢！没问题，宇明！”衫忠大声喊道。“有事吗？”宇明问道。“敏恩找你！”呆了一会儿的我接着说：“事情是这样子的…你可以帮我填写这表格吗？” “好啊！待会儿给你。” “嗯，那好吧！” 我就这样走了。班里传出了一些嘲笑声。&lt;br /&gt;      上课时，我都无法专心，一直在想 “等下我们会在什么情况下见面？” “等下我们会讲些什么？” “等下我们会不会成为好朋友？”这些跟本就是一些无聊透顶的问题。但是有关呼到‘他’ 的，多无聊也变得很有兴趣。&lt;br /&gt;      放学后，我抱着很期待的心情来见‘他’，并和‘他’ 说话。上了巴士，放下书包，在等其他人来齐时，我看见思欣的位置有一张很熟悉的纸，同样的也是个表格。突然想起“那不是我给宇明的那张表格吗？为什么写着的不是他的名，而是一个莫名奇妙的名字？”在思欣回来后，我问：“思欣，那张表格…为什么会在你那里？”她笑而不答。我再问：“是宇明给的吗？”他竟然说：“你好聪明噢！”我心里想：“拜托！我用屁股都想到，什么聪明啦！”我又问：“名字是你改的吗？”她再次笑而不答。过不久，有一位和思欣同班的朋友来了。我看着她，在想我该不该问。犹豫了许久，终于决定了问：“舒婷，刚才你有看到我给宇明一张表格吗？” “有啊！” “那你知不知道他填了什么？” “是他填的吗？我看他很像给了思欣那班人填也！”听了这话的我，心当时碎成了很多块。要怎么补也补不回，拼凑，也永远不完整。“为什么？为什么要这样敷衍我？不可以直接告诉我你不要填吗？为什么要这样对我？我真心真意地做好这张表格一来是为了考试分数，二来是为了…接近你。”心里很痛苦，很痛苦地在责问。经过这事后，对他的爱意，不知不觉成了恨意。那位也同样疯狂地暗恋着宇明的思欣，会不会因为我的退出，而感到开心呢？宇明又有没有喜欢过我？我累了，这些谜底，我都不想知道。只知道，我受了伤。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Copyrights @ reserved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-115392863049377163?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/115392863049377163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=115392863049377163' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/115392863049377163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/115392863049377163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='只有我明白的爱'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-115271522423619485</id><published>2006-07-12T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T07:40:24.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wat a day...</title><content type='html'>yesterday i feel reli reli bad wif my classmates, teacher n frens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 1, my classmates...&lt;br /&gt;yesterday when v were discussing bout da poster dat da teacher asked us 2 do (titled: breakfast), v tried 2 think of creative slogans...i thought of an idea: no breakfast no pocket money...i said dat 4 fun only...1 of my classmates talked 2 me rudely...she said "dat's not a gd idea...i tot of an idea, a breakfast a day, keeps the doctor away..." after listening, i was...wat? a breakfast? seems strange actually cuz i never heard of breakfast using 'a'...i answered "ermm, mayb v should think of a better 1..." she agreed...after a while, my closest classmate read wrongly "a breakfast a day, keeps the doctor awake..." sumthing came into my mind: have breakfast everyday, keeps ur brain awake...i told them bout wat i tot of...the classmate dat talked 2 me rudely said "i said dat juz now but u weren't  listening..." "i listened but i can't think of anything dat can b 'away'...juz now when i heard 'awake' i tot of dis sentence..." i told her patiently so dat she won't feel bad or angry...she look away wif dos eyes dat u reli hate 2 c...after dat moment, i tried 2 pay more attention 2 our entire conversation...i suggested again: A Brand New Breakfast Bring Out A Brand New Life...they nodded their heads n said ok, let's use dat idea...when i tried 2 suggest again bout da design of da poster, the other classmate said "NO..." i was shocked, cuz i din even tel wat my suggestion is den she said no...hurts n pains inside my heart is reli making me more sick...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-115271522423619485?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/115271522423619485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=115271522423619485' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/115271522423619485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/115271522423619485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2006/07/wat-day.html' title='wat a day...'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31017625.post-115271038390917508</id><published>2006-07-12T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T06:19:43.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A 'wonderful' morning ^^</title><content type='html'>2day's weather was very hot, but i feel very cold...2day's 'Milo' was very hot, but i find it very cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis morning i woke up @ 10am (it's quite late actually)...i can't breath...i mean wif my nose, n my stomach was aching...i continued sleeping 4 i'm not reli feeling gd...suddenly, i woke up!! bcoz...hv 2 go 2 da toilet...lolz...while i was duin my business, my mum knocked da toilet door n said, "fui, ur bus is here already..." i quickly flush da toilet n rushed down...den my mind thought "did i brush my teeth? *think* no..." i was so panic n din noe wat 2 do...finally my smart brain told me "skip chinese class n asked da bus auntie 2 fetch me @ 11:30am (time 4 going 2 sch during normal sch days)" i went down quickly 2 tel da bus driver...she said "Ok!! i'll b der in time!!"...phew~ thank God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;things won't go so succesfully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stepped in da hse..."fui, y did u wake up so late? did u juz skip ur chinese class?" said my mum. "ermm...yes...but i woke up quite early juz now!! (10am is quite early 4 me although it's considered late)" "early? i saw u sleeping in da room..." "i wasn't feeling well so i rest 4 a while..." *silence 4 5 seconds* "do u always skip ur chinese class?" "nop..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dat was a 'dangerous' conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got ready n went 2 sch after dat...&lt;br /&gt;wat a wonderful morning i had ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31017625-115271038390917508?l=the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/feeds/115271038390917508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31017625&amp;postID=115271038390917508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/115271038390917508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31017625/posts/default/115271038390917508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1nonlyelaine.blogspot.com/2006/07/wonderful-morning.html' title='A &apos;wonderful&apos; morning ^^'/><author><name>Elaine Yapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849724002470186776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Pxx7nIoUh0/TomEB6M1tsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/nzeWazxgLTc/s220/Picture%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
