<?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-2862143642729987337</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:17:02.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights.Camera.Action.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>phebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058356494508553735</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/_wvY7SDZpw24/SijnUCOJZ6I/AAAAAAAAACA/d3Dt3MDEz10/S220/1_988256431l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862143642729987337.post-2965143773038450411</id><published>2009-08-19T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:28:39.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh air</title><content type='html'>i feel like my holiday is going down the drain!&lt;br /&gt;man.. what with lan and lit and library and applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, its so hard to make time.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, your ambiguity is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i fear all is lost.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, though, i know it isn't but am to afraid to take the first step.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, actually always, i fear that i will get thrown into a whole swallowing darkness.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, it is way too easy to lose focus and forget.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, its so much easier to detach yourself and not care.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, hoping is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i just love the nature.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i hate how these very surroundings make me go through crap.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i regret and regret and regret.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i ask myself 'why bother?'&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, many times, many times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2862143642729987337-2965143773038450411?l=undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2965143773038450411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/08/fresh-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/2965143773038450411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/2965143773038450411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/08/fresh-air.html' title='fresh air'/><author><name>phebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058356494508553735</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/_wvY7SDZpw24/SijnUCOJZ6I/AAAAAAAAACA/d3Dt3MDEz10/S220/1_988256431l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862143642729987337.post-652227815160604852</id><published>2009-08-09T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:59:37.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lacking</title><content type='html'>I NEED PERSPECTIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED AN EPIPHANY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED "LIGHTBULBS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;holidays...whee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;can't wait for cambodia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and i need to catch up on all the movies around town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;calling all outdaters to join! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2862143642729987337-652227815160604852?l=undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/652227815160604852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/08/lacking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/652227815160604852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/652227815160604852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/08/lacking.html' title='lacking'/><author><name>phebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058356494508553735</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/_wvY7SDZpw24/SijnUCOJZ6I/AAAAAAAAACA/d3Dt3MDEz10/S220/1_988256431l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862143642729987337.post-4522862213612411310</id><published>2009-07-19T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:43:57.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for janice</title><content type='html'>here.a bit of an extra from what we were talking about in service. just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some sort of a book review larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept, by Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The protagonist, Pilar meets her childhood friend after about ten years of separation and the two of them have developed along separate courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, Pilar had learnt to bury her feelings and to plan ahead. But when she found her friend again, she found that he was still in love with her. Falling in love with him wasn't safe, but when the time came to choose, she chose to fall. She pushed aside "the Other"--the one who says "we must plan for tomorrow"--and she fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other thing was this: the man had a Big Dream. And he had to choose between Pilar and his Big Dream. And Pilar knew that she couldn't just wait for him to choose. She had to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that kind of love, the kind of love that will make me want to do something, to fight, whatever. I'm waiting for someone to say something like that to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I'm going to fight for your love," he continued.&lt;br /&gt;"There are some things in life that are worth fighting for to the end."I was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;"You are worth it," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've also learnt that "it's better to lose some of the battles in the struggle for your dreams than to be defeated without ever even knowing what you're fighting for".&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, I'm reminded that even when it feels like someone else has changed too much and we might have developed along separate courses, all rivers merge with the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, wait for your Halley's Comet. It comes round every 75-76 years. Once in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure I know when I see it. And then, I'm going to hold on to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll learn that "men and women aren't enemies. Men and women are soulmates .And if they were just honest, right from the word go, then they'd all realize it. All this being mysterious and aloof is complete rubbish. Everyone should share their secrets straight away!" (Sophie Kinsella, Can You Keep A Secret?)&lt;br /&gt;-that is just pure nonsense. it's the mystery that draws people together no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aargh. complex subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HEARTS&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/2862143642729987337-4522862213612411310?l=undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4522862213612411310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-janice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/4522862213612411310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/4522862213612411310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-janice.html' title='for janice'/><author><name>phebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058356494508553735</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/_wvY7SDZpw24/SijnUCOJZ6I/AAAAAAAAACA/d3Dt3MDEz10/S220/1_988256431l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862143642729987337.post-630935200275513343</id><published>2009-07-18T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:15:48.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;FANTASY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a fine line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DREAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just how well you lose i guess, since ultimately you still lose.&lt;br /&gt;i.e. just like malaysia vs. man united match. haha. nope. i wouldn't waste money on that,&lt;br /&gt;but i happen to flip to the channel on tv. i shall not make any more open comments just in case i get apprehended by ISA or something:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i played paintball. i got bruises! i managed to conquer half of my fear. half only mind you since i still didn't dare to run in front to get shot. that would be the ultimate experience! haha. and there was a few times during the game, that i had one of those "moments".&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly felt how and why someone would want to go around shooting someone and holding a gun. gamers, i HALF understand you now.hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm addicted to a korean show again!!it's been so long ever since i last watched one.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO, GOD?&lt;br /&gt;it's awesome la. about a third class mentally retarded guy who undergoes a surgery and becomes not just normal but wayyy smart. but it's those different values you get when you're a  retard-turn-genius la that really hits me. not to mention the korean guy is just plain awesome.&lt;br /&gt;although predictable, but come on, sometimes you watch it for the happy ending right? hopefully it is though. it's not finished yet..and i'm waiting for the weekend to come again!&lt;br /&gt;KBS world. it does rock socks la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;kudos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2862143642729987337-630935200275513343?l=undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/630935200275513343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/07/untitled-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/630935200275513343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/630935200275513343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/07/untitled-again.html' title='untitled again'/><author><name>phebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058356494508553735</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/_wvY7SDZpw24/SijnUCOJZ6I/AAAAAAAAACA/d3Dt3MDEz10/S220/1_988256431l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862143642729987337.post-7712719170117664855</id><published>2009-07-03T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:58:38.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*greetings.the blogger got lost in the whirlwind of life. and now back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awhile maybe. for a breather.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daddy, the superhero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have always been so proud of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although you didn't think yourself deserving to put on that shirt I'm giving you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as it says SUPERHERO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you really are! without a doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so happy belated birthday and a really big happy early father's day to the first man i loved:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with all those mushy sloppy love kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. thats not normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are the traditional chinese family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and, I went up stage (church main service) , and in front of about 1000 people? literally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prayed for all fathers on fathers day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*cue astonished looks and opened mouths:)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least i thought it was such a great deal la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pa, hope you'd be blessed, i know you were darn proud:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on another note,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Miss Wu Shin Yin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know it's a bit late to post it since you've been gone like what a week??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whoa, time flies really fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm missing you tonnes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i can't believe you are the first to leave among us. where can? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well, just come back hot and successful kay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll miss your cackle, you witch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;*and do check out your camera for extra bits from me, yen and jia ;)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I were a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;kid&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nope,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not cause we had no troubles, no problems, no stress,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;instead, it is the naiveness, guileless, childlike manner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that causes them to enjoy greater things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how they more often than not bravely step into the unknown,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like hopping onto a swing without fear that they might be thrown off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or climbing into one of those playground tunnels not fearing that they might be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thrown into a whole different world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or trying to put all sorts of things, edible or not, into their mouths not fearing they might die of poisoning of some sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is for that reason that people tend to want to be a child again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be brave and courageous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who says kids have no problems? it is just cause they dont think as much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;into the future as we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think i need those naiveness back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To not fear of the unknown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To take things a step at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be able to trust and have faith in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And people tell me blogging is unhealthy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;phebe got her driving license about 2 weeks ago finally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;without "pau"-ing. yes! save the world from evil!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;over and out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheers:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2862143642729987337-7712719170117664855?l=undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7712719170117664855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/06/dedicated-to-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/7712719170117664855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;what now??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Life is such a chore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;though you put a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;superhero stories coming right up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2862143642729987337-6602445261768838378?l=undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/6602445261768838378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/6602445261768838378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/6602445261768838378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>phebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058356494508553735</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/_wvY7SDZpw24/SijnUCOJZ6I/AAAAAAAAACA/d3Dt3MDEz10/S220/1_988256431l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862143642729987337.post-5555776563584620150</id><published>2009-05-31T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:35:31.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just JUNK</title><content type='html'>pfft.&lt;br /&gt;not satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;i want to shop till i drop!&lt;br /&gt;why la why youthopia no more.missed the chance lor.&lt;br /&gt;weekend wasted. nothing done.&lt;br /&gt;nursing a sorethroat due to excessive amounts of talking on sat and sun.&lt;br /&gt;night at the museum 2 was crazy funny i tell you. definitely recommend it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for CG outing:) finally hor..&lt;br /&gt;then we people will hav more pics together! ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do influence people.&lt;br /&gt;so many plans,so little time. so much to do, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;and why is everyone going off la?? not fair :'(&lt;br /&gt;Listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2862143642729987337-5555776563584620150?l=undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5555776563584620150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-junk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/5555776563584620150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/5555776563584620150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-junk.html' title='just JUNK'/><author><name>phebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058356494508553735</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/_wvY7SDZpw24/SijnUCOJZ6I/AAAAAAAAACA/d3Dt3MDEz10/S220/1_988256431l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862143642729987337.post-2770323811530101716</id><published>2009-05-23T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:26:10.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>onions rock.</title><content type='html'>not much of an occasion for this,&lt;br /&gt;but do enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;I like this woman -CAROL ANN DUFFY.&lt;br /&gt;she rocks. ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;by Carol Ann Duffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a red rose or a satin heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I give you an onion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It promises light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like the careful undressing of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It will blind you with tears like a lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It will make your reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a wobbling photo of grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am trying to be truthful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not a cute card or a kissogram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I give you an onion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;possessive and faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as we are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for as long as we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lethal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its scent will cling to your fingers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cling to your knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2862143642729987337-2770323811530101716?l=undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2770323811530101716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/05/onions-rock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/2770323811530101716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/2770323811530101716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/05/onions-rock.html' title='onions rock.'/><author><name>phebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058356494508553735</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/_wvY7SDZpw24/SijnUCOJZ6I/AAAAAAAAACA/d3Dt3MDEz10/S220/1_988256431l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862143642729987337.post-5753306157874577815</id><published>2009-05-12T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:30:18.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;a little spur of the moment decision to head out downtown together. Times square. The place for lala people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;MAYBE. but 'twas fun all the same:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wvY7SDZpw24/ShA4h7uDAiI/AAAAAAAAABs/YIMihxHmf4M/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336827714051703330" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wvY7SDZpw24/ShA4h7uDAiI/AAAAAAAAABs/YIMihxHmf4M/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Chloe, the girl who eats choc shit and exclaims delicious and wants to go back again some time for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wvY7SDZpw24/ShBDqEYT2uI/AAAAAAAAAB0/I0Q1NQqFibM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336839948443310818" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wvY7SDZpw24/ShBDqEYT2uI/AAAAAAAAAB0/I0Q1NQqFibM/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Suet mun(right) and her friend, Nikki from hometown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;was she ever ecstatic her best friend came to town to continue life with her.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;by the way, note that she's the wierd lady that drinks with 2 straws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Not cause she has an ultra large mouth. Just cause. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the choc shit i was telling you about. apparently it was vanilla ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wendy's are so not doing it right then. vanilla = white no??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-more pics later la. they just don't load.so irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;not that its less important than the second,&lt;br /&gt;as it does really take centre stage nowadays,&lt;br /&gt;but why the heck is it so hhhott?&lt;br /&gt;it rains, but you still feel the sweltering heat, no sense of coolness after the storm at all!&lt;br /&gt;That is if you get a storm at all la.&lt;br /&gt;no point showering and wasting water if you're gonna come out the next second sweating, is there?&lt;br /&gt;ugh.. but i do still bathe and waste water, if you're wondering..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;on a lighter note (pun intended),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;third.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;all hail Kris Allen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;this awesome guy should win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;not black goth wierd Adam Lambert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;America, you better vote properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Although yeah, Adam probably makes more of a statement, but still..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And Kris and David Archuleta, a bit of resemblance there right? in style and looks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hmm.. fate wise?? maybe?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;fourth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Now that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; we've established that worship is life and life is worship, my question for you is simple:&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel the presence of God in your life?&lt;br /&gt;(or in another way, how real is God in your life?)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUCH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;To pursue my love for God again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;all the more, all the deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We speak of worship, we speak of reverance, we speak of surrender - but the Bible says that the most important thing, is Love (1Cor 13:13).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The presence of God isn't just a feeling, it can be a state of being.&lt;br /&gt;A state you live in constantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's homework apparently.&lt;/span&gt; I HATE HOMEWORK. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I'd much rather see it as a challenge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and if I fulfilled the task I'm giving myself two weeks. Am I excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The test. heh. so far-ny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Random facts on NS I don't tell people:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We (meaning exactly 23 people in the dorm, girls in that case) crazily books toilets to shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;to clue you into the picture, here's an example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(walks into the dorm, shower time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the two toilet booths are empty, but never go in there simply just cause it's empty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;unless you want to incur the wrath of 22 other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;a bit exaggerating la, but it's somewhere along those lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;a: Who's going in next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;b: c la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;a: oh c, after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;c: nope, it's d after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;a: d, after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;d: nope, e after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;a: e, after? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The conversation much as well continues that way until it reaches the end of the line la, which in my case is most usually the real end end since a few of us are always " man ban pai"- a step slower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;when people showering I eat. when people laze around, I shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ramlee burgers are heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yep, we still get to eat ramlee burgers in NS. tells you how much they torture us there doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;we practically run to the stalls during yuck menu days, weekends or free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The cafe, includes the kedai which sells EVERYTHING!, the drink stall and the burger stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;it was the hang out spot. We even nicknamed it 1U during the start due to the missing of civilisation. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;a: going 1U ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;b: yep, come lets go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;a: okey, taking the car right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ayam biasa. daging biasa. these rm 1.80 is it? much loved ayam special. means added egg and nice sauce.that for rm2.80 i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I tell you, it's pretty much sold out unless you go there early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;towards the end of camp, people started getting smarter and started booking burgers (more precisely the patties), and so life was another big huge rat race literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;, remember how you ran to the shop on the 2nd day to "SHOP" just cause you totally miss shopping? we laughed our heads OFF watching you run and scream and grab everything i tell you. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and then in the end, finally graduating from camp not as the customer but as the cashier. not bad lor!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;nope, she doesn't get paid, it's not some fancy high-ended place, but she still suffered the storm and rain to be there to play cashier (she didn't realise she wouldn't need to since there won't be any customers in that kind of a weather XD). But then again, people turn funny in NS right? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;more later la. the whole ns ranting post will come sometime. In due time. This is just the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"appetizer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;footnote. Again, phebe has reached another transition in life where she worries where will she go after this. Her future she means (bigger things in her mind you know). Aah, someone said, maybe there might not be a future for us literally which brings us to not even needing a future. Pfft.realists. (No fair, I want to live Devil Wears Prada's Life ! Devil or Anne Hathaway also can. pick either ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;COLOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/2862143642729987337-5753306157874577815?l=undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5753306157874577815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/05/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/5753306157874577815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/5753306157874577815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/05/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>phebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058356494508553735</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/_wvY7SDZpw24/SijnUCOJZ6I/AAAAAAAAACA/d3Dt3MDEz10/S220/1_988256431l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wvY7SDZpw24/ShA4h7uDAiI/AAAAAAAAABs/YIMihxHmf4M/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862143642729987337.post-2724685950037231821</id><published>2009-05-05T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:45:39.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" If only money grew on trees"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So you say it'll never happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Laugh all you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But what if it did? or so I fervently wish XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;poof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. No more worries.Shop Shop Shop :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Instead of earning money whilst polluting the whole environment like crazy, it's will be the most eco-friendly way to get money. Plant a tree!! Towards a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;greener&lt;/span&gt; earth anyone??with money included too you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Instead of working your butts off for money, instead you would be building a career, realising your however big shot dreams with the money.or maybe just lazing around doing nothing (which isn't such a bad idea after all). Not slaving off to some nonsense job just to make ends meet. or studying like shit just so you could get more money to finance your education which leads to you slaving and slogging and the whole process repeats itself. You know what i mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;which leads me too...JPA RESULTS are coming out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;real soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh my darling god, you know how much i want it right:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pretty pretty please&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but wait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if that happens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;who's going to provide me with shopping service??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;who's going to serve me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ugh..and I thought i was about to reach that "lightbulb" sensation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like Archimedes and his Eureka! I'd probably&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;nah most definitely&lt;/span&gt; get a cooler word than him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*dream bubbles&lt;strong&gt; burst&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;continue dreaming lah you o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Sleeping time i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sore arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when there's bird flu I get the jab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when there's swine flu I get the jab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a never ending cycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But again, I don't want to die mah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2862143642729987337-2724685950037231821?l=undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2724685950037231821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/05/if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/2724685950037231821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/2724685950037231821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/05/if.html' title='IF'/><author><name>phebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058356494508553735</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/_wvY7SDZpw24/SijnUCOJZ6I/AAAAAAAAACA/d3Dt3MDEz10/S220/1_988256431l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862143642729987337.post-5055370028811775613</id><published>2009-05-02T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:03:35.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the love of English</title><content type='html'>I've just realised that albeit the not so canggih world, the lack of sitcoms or joke books and whatever else that makes a person funny, people were really witty those days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the 1st thing that got me laughing in Great Expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-...To five little tombstones, each about a foot and a half long, which were arranged in a neat row beside their (parents) grave, and were sacred to the memory of five little brothers of mine -- who gave up trying to get a living exceedingly early in that universal struggle - I am indebted for a belief I religiously entertained that they had all been born on their backs with their hands in their trousers-pockets, and had never taken them out in this state of existence.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. not sure if you might be in the same wavelength as me but that whole long phrase also meant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dead, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;without much reason&lt;/span&gt; for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and also some really good motivational reminders from time to time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-...be it so or be it son't (the negative of so, lol), you must be a common scholar afore you can be an uncommon one, I should hope! The king upon his throne, with his crown upon his ed (head), can't sit and write his acts of Parliament in print, without having begun, when he were an unpromoted Prince, with the alphabet -and begun at A too, and worked his way to Z. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;note to self: yes ur going to be an exceptional person soon enough. It's the preparatory course :) right. A girl has her right to dream.so whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classics have their own way of drawing people in lah. So enriching to read them unlike rah rah chick lits you have nowadays. Don't get me wrong, those are an awesome genre of books but come on, grow up and start reading something for all it's worth! which includes awesome wit, awesome language and awesome storyline.NOT TYPICAL i love you, you love him, he loves someone else with the occasional devil/evil witch and it repeats itself all over. (hint someone~~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote unquoted : classics are always a good buy. they test your mental endurance but reward you till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe not just 'em classics. Try some thrillers, murders, or life changing/heart-warming/mind provoking books, non lovey-dovey stories once in a while. You'd see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvY7SDZpw24/SfxtCMjsAWI/AAAAAAAAABU/tCHAdkuA8xI/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331255943397900642" style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvY7SDZpw24/SfxtCMjsAWI/AAAAAAAAABU/tCHAdkuA8xI/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;about time you threw this out :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I came across this word while searching for something..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;pra.ma// [prah-muh, pram-uh] noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. prom drama&lt;br /&gt;2. a situation or series of events related to one's prom and marked by emotional outbursts,paranoid, overreactions, and feelings of tremendous insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;usage: When 'Jessica' learned the dress wasn't available with an empire waist, she sobbed uncontrollably, displaying classic symptoms of prama. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;*insert disclaimer. unsure of authenticity though ;)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wvY7SDZpw24/Sf2yBPNtljI/AAAAAAAAABk/gqJmn5H1RXA/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331613268210193970" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wvY7SDZpw24/Sf2yBPNtljI/AAAAAAAAABk/gqJmn5H1RXA/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Three cheers for English.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2862143642729987337-5055370028811775613?l=undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5055370028811775613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-love-of-english.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/5055370028811775613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/5055370028811775613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-love-of-english.html' title='for the love of English'/><author><name>phebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058356494508553735</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/_wvY7SDZpw24/SijnUCOJZ6I/AAAAAAAAACA/d3Dt3MDEz10/S220/1_988256431l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvY7SDZpw24/SfxtCMjsAWI/AAAAAAAAABU/tCHAdkuA8xI/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862143642729987337.post-8662351495810202575</id><published>2009-05-01T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:34:05.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understood?!</title><content type='html'>You know sometimes when you're so tired of just standing there and let &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt; throw its &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rubbish&lt;/span&gt; at you and then you just stand up and say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"ugh!enough!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and hope your words actually &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make a difference&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when deep down you know you cant fight the forces of nature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It's one of those days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2862143642729987337-8662351495810202575?l=undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8662351495810202575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/04/understood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/8662351495810202575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/8662351495810202575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/04/understood.html' title='Understood?!'/><author><name>phebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058356494508553735</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/_wvY7SDZpw24/SijnUCOJZ6I/AAAAAAAAACA/d3Dt3MDEz10/S220/1_988256431l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862143642729987337.post-1262488483084271283</id><published>2009-04-28T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:49:00.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays :)</title><content type='html'>winks!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im betting there are tonnes of people out there so eager to kill me right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;march intake fella, no hw (ok got la!a bit a bit), no stress, no exams, and having a whole week of holiday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SLEEP. SHOP. TV. READ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to live life to the fullest huh??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my first driving lesson and i got on the road..how awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although its crazy embarassing that i mati enjin at crucial times like...when its moving time after a red light turns green..or when ur suppsoed to go UP THE BUMP and not stop just right in front of it :) not my fault la that my coordination sucks a teeny weeny bit :) *winks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was thinking this when i was driving.. Man!I'm old and i can finally grow up from bumper cars and start doing the ADULT stuff.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right, and did I mention? I was so crazy lucky, I got a chinese/canto/bm speaking instructor. Three cheers for me?? the first sentence he said to me was "lei sek gong gong to wa mow??" translated: can u speak cantonese? i shook my head and spoke in my banana chinese instead. U can't exactly blame me for that since my next option would be Bahasa Melayu?? i'm not THAT proud to be a malaysian..heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wvY7SDZpw24/SfaKk4K2wBI/AAAAAAAAABE/oeexxma_7eg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329599575197401106" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wvY7SDZpw24/SfaKk4K2wBI/AAAAAAAAABE/oeexxma_7eg/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wvY7SDZpw24/SfaUnes8iBI/AAAAAAAAABM/nP3a368i1A4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329610615016949778" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wvY7SDZpw24/SfaUnes8iBI/AAAAAAAAABM/nP3a368i1A4/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PAROIMIA WAS AN AWESOME BLAST!! A KNOCKDOWN LITERALLY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. i know..i'm surprised i'm starting a blog for real too.. procrastination at its best:) join the club anyone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;currently reading : Great Expectations by Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;recently watched : The Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;                                       August Rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                   over and out lovely's..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                        ain't it a good day:)&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/2862143642729987337-1262488483084271283?l=undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/1262488483084271283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/04/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/1262488483084271283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/1262488483084271283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/04/holidays.html' title='holidays :)'/><author><name>phebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058356494508553735</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/_wvY7SDZpw24/SijnUCOJZ6I/AAAAAAAAACA/d3Dt3MDEz10/S220/1_988256431l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wvY7SDZpw24/SfaKk4K2wBI/AAAAAAAAABE/oeexxma_7eg/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862143642729987337.post-2977169822448951139</id><published>2009-03-17T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:14:14.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogger Alert</title><content type='html'>yes yes,the whole cliche first post.&lt;br /&gt;all dedicated to my darling yen.. (seriously, did you talk me into this just to have your name posted on this blog?? :) really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've put this task off for a real long time now.so hopefully it does work:)&lt;br /&gt;phebe the blogger??really??&lt;br /&gt;there..&lt;br /&gt;more later..&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2862143642729987337-2977169822448951139?l=undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2977169822448951139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-blogger-alert.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/2977169822448951139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2862143642729987337/posts/default/2977169822448951139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undertheprettyrainbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-blogger-alert.html' title='New Blogger Alert'/><author><name>phebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058356494508553735</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/_wvY7SDZpw24/SijnUCOJZ6I/AAAAAAAAACA/d3Dt3MDEz10/S220/1_988256431l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
