<?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-5066888231374755687</id><updated>2012-01-12T07:26:36.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~simpLY NorMaL and nOnxtraordinarY~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-2648837688309389239</id><published>2011-07-31T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T05:47:19.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strawberries</title><content type='html'>yes..that's one of my favourite fruits besides the sourish green apples. The pretty red fruit with a sweet scent, i love strawberry scented products, strawberries for shampoo..body wash..lotions..haha. sounds girly.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I love them. and I love to eat em ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life here is lonely sometimes. Absence makes our heart fonder, wondering how September month is gonna be without the Internet and increase in phone charges..&lt;br /&gt;There, late at night around 9 plus when I was walking down the streets to do some late night shopping. Strangers passed by..the blacks..teenagers walking..girls smoking..&lt;br /&gt;children still cycling during the dusK&lt;br /&gt;Although it was dark, I had that sense of security within me. Probably because, I wasn't at the place I was born in, where night means you shouldn't walk alone at all&lt;br /&gt;even if you are a middle aged woman. The cool breeze brushed on my face ,calm..peaceful..It made me wonder if I was actually in a novel. Journeys to school in the morning alone gave me another feeling. The atmosphere would be a lil more perky than a dull solitary feel of calmness. The fresh air, makes me inhale deep , which I wouldn't want to do that anywhere back near places where the cars will pass by intermittently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streets, I love how the pretty flowers complement and cheer up the little houses near the streets..Life just need to be that simple sometimes. I felt, even if i was living in a small house like that with my love one.. it would be more than perfect for a life. simplicity is sometimes, the best afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recalling back, I enjoyed some simple day trips..which was peaceful. Felt blessed God had given me such a life, where I could experience such, being blessed and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss my home badly (don't read this)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnOt7Oquw7g/TjXKGZWHpPI/AAAAAAAAAak/ly3LxNbXWUM/s1600/224482_10150250564015678_563120677_7799259_298323_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnOt7Oquw7g/TjXKGZWHpPI/AAAAAAAAAak/ly3LxNbXWUM/s320/224482_10150250564015678_563120677_7799259_298323_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635632719955731698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-2648837688309389239?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/2648837688309389239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=2648837688309389239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/2648837688309389239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/2648837688309389239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2011/07/strawberries.html' title='strawberries'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnOt7Oquw7g/TjXKGZWHpPI/AAAAAAAAAak/ly3LxNbXWUM/s72-c/224482_10150250564015678_563120677_7799259_298323_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-3914224708652795856</id><published>2011-07-02T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T14:42:14.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M8ftJzn3kM8/TjXLkv41uWI/AAAAAAAAAbU/mS2FgIqmvr0/s1600/281291_10150250547725678_563120677_7799015_1700619_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M8ftJzn3kM8/TjXLkv41uWI/AAAAAAAAAbU/mS2FgIqmvr0/s320/281291_10150250547725678_563120677_7799015_1700619_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635634340914641250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uf5PjSus7aY/Tg-sOeFN7tI/AAAAAAAAAaE/9JU6IjHrqn0/s1600/DSCN0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uf5PjSus7aY/Tg-sOeFN7tI/AAAAAAAAAaE/9JU6IjHrqn0/s320/DSCN0578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624903824202133202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting down on the bench...at the peak where i could watch the blue ocean from above.It was exactly like how I'd wished it would be, it felt just like a dream come true. when once upon a time, I was thinking to escape from where I was to be in a place which is calm..enjoying the surroundings with a peaceful mind. Something was missing though..I wish he was there/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moment, I felt like taking a pen and my diary, to capture what I'd felt. silly me, i didn't bring any of those out from where i'm staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenery was too beautiful to be captured by mere man made lensses.. each moment,the sound of the ocean, the sound of the wind..was truly a perfect creation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NttC6KO1qxY/Tg-slty9vvI/AAAAAAAAAaM/2dnm5qIbxQM/s1600/DSCN0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NttC6KO1qxY/Tg-slty9vvI/AAAAAAAAAaM/2dnm5qIbxQM/s320/DSCN0599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624904223557533426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; loving  couples enjoying the scenery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mktMvAo0I5s/Tg-tMzLbhgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/7yiMxC9nSHA/s1600/DSCN0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mktMvAo0I5s/Tg-tMzLbhgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/7yiMxC9nSHA/s320/DSCN0590.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624904895017223682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my bestie were walking on our own. finding our own paths and ways, wondering along the  streets when others were near the tourists spot..taking pictures. One thing i could not bear was noises and the busy places where you have to bang on people accidentally just to make your way through. So we decided to choose our own paths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-26VC0ftq0wU/Tg-rwDq0F8I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/lztKSr3CRHo/s1600/DSCN0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-26VC0ftq0wU/Tg-rwDq0F8I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/lztKSr3CRHo/s320/DSCN0602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624903301715990466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F_oHaSxl3R0/Tg-rhvPdzyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/evgJOJc-nKk/s1600/DSCN0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F_oHaSxl3R0/Tg-rhvPdzyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/evgJOJc-nKk/s320/DSCN0528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624903055714406178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-3914224708652795856?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/3914224708652795856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=3914224708652795856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/3914224708652795856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/3914224708652795856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2011/07/sitting-down-on-bench.html' title=''/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M8ftJzn3kM8/TjXLkv41uWI/AAAAAAAAAbU/mS2FgIqmvr0/s72-c/281291_10150250547725678_563120677_7799015_1700619_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-3913352849672128656</id><published>2011-06-15T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T14:56:30.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16.6</title><content type='html'>It's 5.24 am and it feels somber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-feBwjAwgWA8/Tfki7jnlZaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/iSbBx0TBCw4/s1600/160620111716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-feBwjAwgWA8/Tfki7jnlZaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/iSbBx0TBCw4/s320/160620111716.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618560416690300322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds a bit exaggerating and unfair for people who leaves longer to say something like that.i'm not. Anyways, God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also packing things into boxes at the same time..taped them with maskings and yeah, finally. my room is gonna get some reconstruction because the tiles cracked due to extreme heat and poor construction and hurt my leg and caused me to paint the tiles with some blood one fine day. The heat is unbearable for any humankind to live in it and i had headaches because of them. Feeling the heat around even with the aircond and thinking if the aircond isn't working~~ that was how it was like for..around 9 years? &gt;.&lt;  It isn't too brilliant for the workers to have made the rooftop using..purely cement binder instead of a real roof. this will finally come to an end. I hope =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lau lau looks sad too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sayonara~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-3913352849672128656?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/3913352849672128656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=3913352849672128656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/3913352849672128656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/3913352849672128656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2011/06/166.html' title='16.6'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-feBwjAwgWA8/Tfki7jnlZaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/iSbBx0TBCw4/s72-c/160620111716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-8033030700131729691</id><published>2011-05-11T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:18:20.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>I asked God for water, &lt;br /&gt;He gave me an ocean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God for a flower, &lt;br /&gt;He gave me a garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Happy moments, praise God. &lt;br /&gt;Difficult moments, seek God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet moments, worship God. &lt;br /&gt;Painful moments, trust God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment, thank God =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules from God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wake Up !! Decide to have a good day. &lt;br /&gt;"Today is the day the Lord hath made; let us rejoice and be glad in it" Psalms 118:24 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dress Up !! The best way to dress up is to put on a smile. A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks. "The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at outward appearance; but the Lord looks at the heart." &lt;br /&gt;I Samuel 16:7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Shut Up!! Say nice things and learn to listen. God gave us two ears and one mouth, so He must have meant for us to do twice as much listening as talking. "He who guards his lips guards his soul." Proverbs 13:3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stand Up!!... For what you believe in. Stand for something or you will fall for anything.. "Let us not be weary in doing good; for at the proper time, we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good..." Galatians 6:9-10 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Look Up !!... To the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;"I can do everything through Christ who strengthens me." &lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:13 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Reach Up !!... For something higher. "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not unto your own understanding. In all your ways, acknowledge Him, And He will direct your path." &lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lift Up !!... Your Prayers. &lt;br /&gt;"Do not worry about anything; &lt;br /&gt;Instead PRAY ABOUT EVERYTHING." &lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's how words from God bring peace&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-8033030700131729691?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8033030700131729691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=8033030700131729691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/8033030700131729691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/8033030700131729691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-2480375641949432763</id><published>2011-05-09T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T07:37:56.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Howdy.&lt;br /&gt;My blog is revived. for this moment- at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking alone in one of the busiest streets of Kuala Lumpur. And then and there, I've remembered the fear I had walking all alone at the same area.  fearful.. and there was I again walking at the same streets at where the sun has gone dim and the skies turned black and the only lights were from the street lights that shone faintly, the eye-soring buses lights and from the hawkers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that bad as I've thought. Yet, the fear was there and I chose to walk fast surpass my own speed limits till my legs muscle were pulling me tight.guess..i was phobic. paranoid. and that was really how i'd trained to be fast..to walk fast. to eat fast... And i could recall vividly a number of incidents which had occur ed there which made me hate and fear the place so much. weird people, dirty..smokey surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merrier makes some people happier. yet, it's the opposite way sometimes. It's not long since i'd realised how horrendously frightful it can be in a place which is noisy.... or packed. Noises could kill- figuratively. nah. literally, it could really kill. Could be anywhere..noises of tv..noises at home, noises of the radio..humans talking etc. maybe, i enjoy quietness more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, &lt;br /&gt;I've realised how much i'd lost interaction with the entire world and without noticing it. How things have slipped out of through my fingers.optimism would not aid matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, of course there were also happenings which are good too~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 pm.&lt;br /&gt;here I am, sitting here in an air conditioned room.quiet and calm.It's not the everything in the world. But i feel the tranquility. it's good to pace slower..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-2480375641949432763?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/2480375641949432763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=2480375641949432763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/2480375641949432763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/2480375641949432763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2011/05/howdy.html' title=''/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-176898052754180835</id><published>2011-04-25T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T07:29:02.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taking things for granted</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;There. goes one of the phase of life we would all miss and ponder when we are old. But frankly, to remember how good it was, it wasn't as good as we all have thought and imagined or expected it to be. Anyways, how many times could we fully love something? like..how often would we be passionate in the things we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take holidays for me as an example?// The moments awaiting, the sleepless nights, hugging my pillow thinking bout how fun would it be would be the most fun part out of all. And it,often..but not always turns out to be one. dull. or not so dull. or perhaps..so-so kinda thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....So, awaiting, planning, anticipating. that would be the ones, which actually keeps us going rather than the 'going through' process which could turn out to be the adverse of pleasant. But, this doesn't apply to some exceptional things of course.ugh, whatamitalkingaboutlol&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfishness is associated with the humankind. and people takes things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;An everyday sin or something which we don't even realise, too obvious to be seen i shall say. Like..when we are cared for, we take things for granted and don't realise it. Like how parents are concerned etc but we take it as noises.&lt;br /&gt;Like, how we take things/ people for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we finally lose it, that's the only time which we'd realised how important it is. Like, how we're so used to our surroundings, living with creature comfort all the time, handphones, aircond etc.&lt;br /&gt;Like, how we would go for things which we're yet to have. Ignoring the fact that we are so- the- very lucky to those who......aren't equiped with conditions which allows them to even feel comfortable at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even life is taken granted for.. until it shakens our nerves some bit when we witness accidents, then, it's forgotten. again~ then it's heard no more..life's but a brief candle..a poor player..that struts and frets..LOL.&lt;br /&gt;and in humankind, we can even see people making use of people for their own good. &lt;br /&gt;Yet, people still need to live with people to survive in this world.Else this world would be no world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we live in this comfort zone, which we don't find it that comfortable sometimes..we ignore the fact that..we could be worst of having our houses shaken by an earthquake which is unlikely --&gt; 'signs of taking something for granted as well'&lt;br /&gt;or dying because of a car crash--&gt; this is likely, @.@ I pray that does not happen cuz, my driving skills is still..ahaha. Terribly horrible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-176898052754180835?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/176898052754180835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=176898052754180835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/176898052754180835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/176898052754180835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2011/04/there.html' title='taking things for granted'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-1793598988869264889</id><published>2011-04-02T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T08:49:28.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life isn't that simple anyway~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-1793598988869264889?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/1793598988869264889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=1793598988869264889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/1793598988869264889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/1793598988869264889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-isnt-that-simple-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-1584440966382599767</id><published>2011-02-13T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T07:29:49.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>expect the unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, you'll just need to know that by a slip of fate anything around us can change. that's the beauty of being here, breathing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't perfect and true beauty lies unto the eyes of the beholder when they see perfection beyond imperfection.but.. At times, things just don't go the way we think it should be, the chores we do are just so routine yet, we won't know if we could still live and experience the full cycle of the human aging process or just..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just by a struck of lightning or when you're happily rowing a boat and the storm turns the boat upside down.who knows what happens after that. we could still survive. We still can't predict the future, can we. Nevertheless, these could be something really beautiful as this imperfection is what we enjoy in life. like, how little happenings can make your day =) and how spontaneous choices change your daY ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-1584440966382599767?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/1584440966382599767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=1584440966382599767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/1584440966382599767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/1584440966382599767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2011/02/expect-unexpected.html' title='expect the unexpected'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-6807050697670603793</id><published>2011-01-28T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T10:37:52.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Love is a journey, starting at forever, ending at never..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL7N3zxaJI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ShD7x4h6mnk/s1600/DSC00970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL7N3zxaJI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ShD7x4h6mnk/s320/DSC00970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567288305121323154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's something really deep, beyond what we could imagine&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;em&gt;not letting go of one another..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL65mBZzfI/AAAAAAAAAXE/hf1SeCTu2qc/s1600/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL65mBZzfI/AAAAAAAAAXE/hf1SeCTu2qc/s320/DSC00334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567287956749274610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL-Kt21LlI/AAAAAAAAAYU/V8o9xQ4Mqrg/s1600/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL-Kt21LlI/AAAAAAAAAYU/V8o9xQ4Mqrg/s320/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567291549445074514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUMGYX01jHI/AAAAAAAAAYc/aXyATjrNj8s/s1600/DSC03034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUMGYX01jHI/AAAAAAAAAYc/aXyATjrNj8s/s320/DSC03034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567300580142320754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd once thought it's a fairytale.. Yet it's so true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL895smtrI/AAAAAAAAAX8/4o4imTgdWxg/s1600/DSC02592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL895smtrI/AAAAAAAAAX8/4o4imTgdWxg/s320/DSC02592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567290229773481650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL95vFPwEI/AAAAAAAAAYM/fsur7CBS9qE/s1600/DSC03030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL95vFPwEI/AAAAAAAAAYM/fsur7CBS9qE/s320/DSC03030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567291257716195394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and not to forget it seems to be related to good Food~~&lt;/em&gt; c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL8mFcUveI/AAAAAAAAAX0/zdJQXFDh-WM/s1600/DSC02604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL8mFcUveI/AAAAAAAAAX0/zdJQXFDh-WM/s320/DSC02604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567289820609560034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL78Da_dWI/AAAAAAAAAXk/99WAKm7Wz4c/s1600/DSC02567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL78Da_dWI/AAAAAAAAAXk/99WAKm7Wz4c/s320/DSC02567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567289098512594274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL7uCH_koI/AAAAAAAAAXc/CRCC5TsTBWQ/s1600/DSC03037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL7uCH_koI/AAAAAAAAAXc/CRCC5TsTBWQ/s320/DSC03037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567288857646305922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL7c3u5XkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/J1mBuNNrUUc/s1600/DSC03038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL7c3u5XkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/J1mBuNNrUUc/s320/DSC03038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567288562798911042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL4OSY6E3I/AAAAAAAAAWk/P8h41qKTyJo/s1600/DSC02558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL4OSY6E3I/AAAAAAAAAWk/P8h41qKTyJo/s320/DSC02558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567285013721518962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL3zNZogrI/AAAAAAAAAWU/FQqACjNO0d8/s1600/DSC02601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL3zNZogrI/AAAAAAAAAWU/FQqACjNO0d8/s320/DSC02601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567284548525916850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am happy to be with dear &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-6807050697670603793?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/6807050697670603793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=6807050697670603793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/6807050697670603793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/6807050697670603793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-is-journey-starting-at-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TUL7N3zxaJI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ShD7x4h6mnk/s72-c/DSC00970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-2831038020873399016</id><published>2010-10-10T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T09:47:29.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Then..I had the sudden urge to read the bible.&lt;br /&gt;And it was just right....JUST RIGHT &lt;br /&gt;The moment i'd opened the page, leaving fate in the hands of God to decide where my fingers bring me  through the book..it answered what I have in heart again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Therefore I say to you, "do not worry &lt;strong&gt;ABOUT YOUR LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;, what you eat or what you will drink nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? Luke 12:23&amp;24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So why do you &lt;strong&gt;WORRY&lt;/strong&gt; about clothing? COnsider the lilies of the field, how they grow, neither toil nor spin. Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much clothe you, O you of little faith? THerefore, do not worry.saying what shall we eat? or what shall we drink? or what shall we wear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But seek first &lt;strong&gt;the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. Therefore, do not WORRY bout TOMORROW, FOR TOMORROW WILL WORRY ABOUT ITS OWN THINGS.&lt;/strong&gt; Sufficient for the day is its own trouble"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;ASK AND IT WILL BE GIVEN TO YOU, SEEK and you will find, knock, and it will be opened to you&lt;/strong&gt;" ~~Mark 11:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For everyone who asks receives and he who seeks finds and to him who knocks it will be opened. Or what man is there among you who if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? or if he asks for a fish, will he gibe him a serpent? If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask HIM."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beautiful words of God....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-2831038020873399016?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/2831038020873399016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=2831038020873399016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/2831038020873399016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/2831038020873399016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2010/10/moments.html' title='moments'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-1260211531919077558</id><published>2010-09-24T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T09:01:47.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ho~li~days~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TLHjOASwqMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/rhCsxljCDC4/s1600/DSC01908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TLHjOASwqMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/rhCsxljCDC4/s320/DSC01908.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526448047496669378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been really.. a while since i'd blogged. Again. &lt;br /&gt;happy moments are fast, and exhausting and non happy ones were slow....really slow.&lt;br /&gt;every single daY was a challenge and everyone of us knew it clear enough..at what stake exams could harm us, mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd lost my ability to type freely~~ ~~~ that I didnt know where and how to start my post right now. anyway here..to begin with..bout how drenched up, and deadly-looking was I ... forcing myself to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TJy-7wffUzI/AAAAAAAAASI/eb9FL5cXOCU/s1600/DSC02531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TJy-7wffUzI/AAAAAAAAASI/eb9FL5cXOCU/s320/DSC02531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520497177087922994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, days were a lot a lot happier once the exams ended. Managed to spend some time with my family..we went to Perak. Spent time with my &lt;3 too hehe/ My family and I planned for holidays in Bangkok, unfortunately, I didnt renew my passport on the daY i'd supposed to do so, thus, not being able to renew it on time where my dad has off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, I'd thought that Ipoh was nothing other than some places where you can have a variety of tasty food. Little did I know that..It has such interesting places that are worth to be explored. There weren't many chances for me to explore such interesting places in Malaysia..and surprisingly, it turned out to be one great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to do some research the day before me and my family headed to Ipoh. Listed out some places for good food, good places to staY and good places to visit.&lt;br /&gt;And, the power of technology (though it does harm our ability to thinK and remember and distorts our sense of directioN ) was incredibly dependable =DDD hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;We used some kind of ehem..gadget, called the... GPS around IPOH.LOL. AWESOME =DDD Else, my dad would be..driving us around Machalester road ( Forgive me for the spelling)to and fro, back and forth. and our holidays would be mostly spent in the hotel. seriously. That was how our holidays were like locally such as Penang, and without a tour guide in Thailand. LOLz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cave was something like the ones you would see in Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TJzFadttRaI/AAAAAAAAASg/NzJo5a1fk9A/s1600/IMG_2941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TJzFadttRaI/AAAAAAAAASg/NzJo5a1fk9A/s320/IMG_2941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520504301692994978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TJzGwBzVFyI/AAAAAAAAASo/tTOz16d7BjI/s1600/IMG_2983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TJzGwBzVFyI/AAAAAAAAASo/tTOz16d7BjI/s320/IMG_2983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520505771669133090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for the easiest tour in the cave, cuz it was already 4 when we finally reached Gua Tempurung. The word tempurung automatically reminded me of kelapa. hehe&lt;br /&gt;THe cave is one of a kind, yet, it would be better if there were spotlights like other countries. The government should have invested more on such a Gold mine, and no doubt this could earN Malaysia a great deal...seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another place that had left a deep impression to me was the hot spring somewhere in Tambun. The hot spring was kewl! =) I didn't expect there's some places like such in Malaysia..and only can be found in places like Japan and Korea.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TJ8i1iJuX1I/AAAAAAAAATw/e6qVmH5j6uw/s1600/IMG_3121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TJ8i1iJuX1I/AAAAAAAAATw/e6qVmH5j6uw/s320/IMG_3121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521169971275521874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TJ8iseBN5XI/AAAAAAAAATg/MzfHhUjtf8M/s1600/IMG_3131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TJ8iseBN5XI/AAAAAAAAATg/MzfHhUjtf8M/s320/IMG_3131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521169815547274610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TJ8ily2LTZI/AAAAAAAAATY/16M1R7kyvao/s1600/IMG_3116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TJ8ily2LTZI/AAAAAAAAATY/16M1R7kyvao/s320/IMG_3116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521169700879027602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TJzNKrXNxXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/OuXu2bqnJ5k/s1600/IMG_3134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TJzNKrXNxXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/OuXu2bqnJ5k/s320/IMG_3134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520512826571867506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THere was even a place specially to cook eggies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TJzOnLaD8FI/AAAAAAAAATA/ACeI7KbFvE0/s1600/IMG_3106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TJzOnLaD8FI/AAAAAAAAATA/ACeI7KbFvE0/s320/IMG_3106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520514415721705554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooked egg xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TJzO6aWdIkI/AAAAAAAAATI/IfwRgM4PwIY/s1600/IMG_3113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TJzO6aWdIkI/AAAAAAAAATI/IfwRgM4PwIY/s320/IMG_3113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520514746150625858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THey should have promoted such places more i guess..even Malaysians themselves don't realise the existence of these places &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-1260211531919077558?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/1260211531919077558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=1260211531919077558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/1260211531919077558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/1260211531919077558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2010/09/holidays.html' title='ho~li~days~~'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/TLHjOASwqMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/rhCsxljCDC4/s72-c/DSC01908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-6387647908548281447</id><published>2010-07-14T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T01:47:46.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>channelling emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;wipes off the cobwebs~~ ehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear bloggie, I do feel sorry for you. Seems like im someone who can't take care of something well. I guess, I'll do mo harm to a pet than loving it.hehe, day one, the puppy might have something to eat. A few days after it might have starved to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth to be told that..at this phase of life, humans gets more emotional than ever?And then, and they begin to be burdened by lots of problems and pent everything up generally and then, channel their emotions in various ways. It happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustration, anger, eccentric thoughts, whining, crying, complaining, laughing..or announcing that you're sick of ur life..etc etc.you name it.people do dat..a lot in fact.online, real world, church, school..the malls but these are only parts and pieces of their thoughts. every bits of things are just on the facade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we see from our naked eyes are as if we're looking at the surfaces of a deep calm stream but in fact, things that happens around us are not as it seems. Things around us may be far more complicated than it always seems to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's when people tend to channel their thoughts emotionally. &lt;br /&gt;This seems to happen a lot, as we grow up. I guess, that's how life is like..but it's still up to you to CHOOSE your path. to find a reason to live and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people find the way to be happy by striving for excellence, to achieve their goals in life, some wants life to be simple and jovial, some puts God before them and  some act based on their intuition, some does what they like..pursue their hobbies..some need perfection, some need EVERYTHING and some just let fate decides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, we're living in a phase where we're finding a reason to live.. =)&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps,a phase where we're searching for our real selves. whatever it is, try living a happy life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-6387647908548281447?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/6387647908548281447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=6387647908548281447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/6387647908548281447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/6387647908548281447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2010/07/channelling-emotions.html' title='channelling emotions'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-2120312252839981269</id><published>2010-05-31T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T11:18:55.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emotionally....scarY</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;to be frank, I've attempted blogging several times these few days..but I've was stuck. Everthing around me seems to stuck nowadays. My laptop stucks ,my words stuck, I begin to not know how to express things correctly,my pens stuck, and I'm stuck too. LOL, even after eating sweetcorns cause the residues to stuck in between my teeth.=( not to mention chocolates, cakes, crisps, sandwiches etc etc etc.. And figuratively, I'm stucK in between something that I'm yet to find the answers to it. By the way, just to make things clear,I'm not sad..I don'tthink I'm sad bout anything either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like, words aren't enough to convey what I'm writing these days. Maybe even my blog that's once calming doesn't understand me. I don't understand myself either. That's the whole problem. I'm becoming..."shen zhing bing" =( And I don't think I wanna admit that.LOLOLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm happy with my life and all .seriously. I am really really really contented.God has given me almost everything I need.. But, I just don't understand my own moodswings nowadays; getting more and more vulnerable even to minor things, and to think back, I'm actually losing my rationality, my patience and the cold me.I'm just..&lt;strong&gt;LOST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nods* I believe that I feel lost.. *thinks again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I begin to wonder..if females are emotionally weaker than the males. Or it's just the hormones that makes all the differences, that determine the drastic and extreme changes in moods. Take moms for example, I'm not talking bout all moms, but mostly..they're more..i mean less successful in controlling their tempers compared to the fathers. I still wonder why is that so. Is it because of the burden they carry or they're just, blatantly emotionaL. Dads are on the contrary, pictured as the more calm being, rational and able to handle stress well. Maybe, they are really more calm..or perhaps, they're just kinda more successfuL in controlling their emotions. &lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, for the time being, I would say that females, are generally more moody. I guess so...and they channel their emotions, through blaming others and being irrational,losing temper on others, thinking negatively, crying for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just a baseless opinion I could draw at this very moment.It  would be a different case if I'm taking up pshychological classes I reckon. even the 3 months period of internship leads me to think this way. The seniors who're guys are comparably, much more happy-go-lucky and display the cheerful, vibrant look..as compared to the females. Well, cut it short. I'm generalizing things, so prove me wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the externaL picture I could draw. But, then..what makes me afraid of..is what I'm feeling right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I..had many confessions to make..just to prove that I'm crazy. @@ hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;I've cried, in public summore! so not me! There was once, when I entered into the lrt station..and ended up in cheras TWICE!!!!instead of Ampang. I've taken the wrong train, just becoz the train notice board didnt indicate where it was heading to. Not even a sign of 'tren ini ke Ampang/Sri Petaling. There I was, crying in the train station!!!!haHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little things do irritates me a lot. Even music can be annoying. I'm becoming totally noise intolerant at times, that I just wanna lock myself up and keep myself from human interactions..but, den again, up to a certain point, i seem to realize that doing this would make me feel lonely.Humans just can't leave without interactions, without noises...etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pair of earplugs as well xDDD , throwing cash unnecessarily for something which I won't use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, at times, I do feel that I'm getting too emotional over words..that my heart goes T.T and T.T non stop.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something touching and I'll go all the way hugging you.hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;Even watching some drama serioes, any dramas that contains at least a bit of touching scenes would make my eyes go watery.&lt;br /&gt;T,T&lt;br /&gt;Even when my mom tells me to do something, I was like T.T&lt;br /&gt;And I got upset for putting the icecream box into the refrigerator instead of the fridge &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't believe how could someone, just T.T although she's not sad at all.&lt;br /&gt;Dat's the whole problem.&lt;br /&gt;I'm either getting easily touched, or getting..''shen zhing bing''. If it's about exams, I don't feel the fear yet,i guess. so why am I behaving like T.T &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, maybe I should exercise more..jog in my residential area, do push ups, sit ups..&lt;br /&gt;jump around or sth..to make my cells happier.watch comedies, or just crack some lame jokes and laugh. does it work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yerrrr, am I me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, my new sem is really like...a waterfall ,water  gushing down non stop..hitting the rocks...rivers overflowing~~~ xD how thrilling. THat's the beauty i seee =) , dear lecturers.hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-2120312252839981269?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/2120312252839981269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=2120312252839981269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/2120312252839981269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/2120312252839981269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2010/05/emotionallyscary.html' title='emotionally....scarY'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-5518498009367311592</id><published>2010-05-17T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T06:20:44.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day onE</title><content type='html'>why..oh why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; even on the very first day of lecture, we smelled the scent of stress overflooding. Lecturers were already reminding us bout the continuous exams, internal papers, external papers..progress tests, 2nd sem without breaks, tutorial presentations and no holidays, we cant even afford a day for chirstmas.. (does it mean i'm not able to celebrate my birthday as well?) 5 hours of lecture and 3 hrs of tutorial classes per subject, i guess we're gonna have a snoring session in class..see who snores the loudest? haha.and someone was already, constantly looking at my watch, counting down even on the very first day xp  I guess i need food supplies like sweets, snacks,chocolate, drinks etc, Lotsa deM in my backpack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, internship real changed us a lot, at least in terms of maturity level other than some other experiences we've gained. Some undergo great stress or pressure, which is likely to become the source of motivation or at least, more or least serves as a comparison~ whether you would rather work, or to study) 'One year of torture,rather than spending years for these ACCA papers' said our lovely,motherly supervisor. "and you all already look stress. don't worry, it'll escalate more' O.O It's so fun hearing her speak, so serious yet humorous.. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt; time flies. @.@? does it?nvm..it's just 1 yr. And time does flies. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck and happiness, loads of them. Maybe it doesn't really sound as bad as informed by seniors, rumours and lecturers?whether or not the pressure is that intense, I stillneed the wishes.and i do need lotsa motivation so my mind doesn't go astraY;or goes all the way obeying my continuous, immortal rebellious thoughts to procrastinate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, life's about that.We can't escape from the daily routine, don't we? Even if u're working..u do the same thing everyday. Even wen ur studying, you go to college everyday..etc and hardly find chance to, experience something less routine at times.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, things don't just go as smoothly as planned, and there're always cumberstones along the pathways. But there re really times when you could be happy in life, God has made it that way.  I feel trully blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, we'll just have to like what we're doing, don't we?What else more can we do, other den going through things with a welcoming heart? it's not that we have a choice anyway.1 year is all it takes, before I can have some...breaking free freedom, unleashing myself froM these binding chains minus the hecticness sitting in the office, surrounded wif files.. of course. hehe, contradicting thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I fear the routine more than the stress right now. &gt;.&lt; i'm- still- in -da-holiday- mood kinda feeling =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a deep breath and sighs* =) I love holidays. sayonara holidays~ miss u holidays, and miss.. lau  &gt;.&lt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-5518498009367311592?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/5518498009367311592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=5518498009367311592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/5518498009367311592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/5518498009367311592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-one.html' title='day onE'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-6054151126442713308</id><published>2010-05-06T05:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T09:04:53.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7.5.2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-QjyJ8KZUI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VGf9wRFvGfY/s1600/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-QjyJ8KZUI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VGf9wRFvGfY/s320/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468535192103314754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogs aren't inspiring because of the words, i guess it's how the person who writes it feels at the moment he or she starts placing his fingers on the keyboard, and let the flow of thoughts to do the job.. That's how I've felt reading some posts which aren't meant to be inspiring, yet inspires the others...especially the ones battling with troubles or the ones..battling for life &gt;&lt; putting all the faith on God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been doing fine lately =) though i wish to have the amount of money to travel overseas now..or go somewhere..*sigh* nowhere. I'm left with another week to another phase, so close eh. bah~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop that thoughts, i've been relaxing for the past few weeks, didn't I? &lt;without me even realising that fact myself&gt; I couldn't agree more that time does flies, and it doesn't just fly, it flies without us knowing that it's flying. what the crap am i talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urm..yeah..I believe that i torture myself, in a way.. T.T to be happy. I like listening to sad, deep, emotional songs..besides the soothing ones..&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy watching scenes which are really really touching (and you may theorize but why my eyes look extraordinarily big or extraordinarilly puffy  )&lt;br /&gt;but...sad or touching dramas or animes or novels or whatsoever do have some sweetness in it, that's the catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sleep! me likeY (cuz we dont get to sleep as much wen skul reopens) &lt;3 and eat &lt;3 me likey likey &gt;.&lt; (cuz we don't get to eat as much wen skul reopens...?? o.o )I can actually pass my time happily doing nothing...but, letting my neuron system fulfil my gastronomical needs..&lt;br /&gt;or sitting down on the couch staring at something, like the wall@@ sot jor @@ i shouldn't  do dat often, it's scary =S And I'd been dining out a lot, I guess i should cut dowN on the excessive monosodium glutamate intake..else I may get bald one day. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the optician to check my eyes dat day...I'm getting blind &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean my power increased drastically, didnt check my eyes for the past...6 yrs *counts* and *recounts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-QSbg1gwbI/AAAAAAAAANY/o9IXovXlfnA/s1600/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-QSbg1gwbI/AAAAAAAAANY/o9IXovXlfnA/s320/DSC00139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468516111414772146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up the hill the other day...and, it was..awesome and heaven-like. didnt know that there's such places around my area, pretty inspiring place. You could actually find a beautiful spot to watch the sunrise if ur lucky enuf..or at least, settle down and enjoy the morning breeze..listening to the sound of the  &lt;br /&gt;the splashing waterfall of endless rhythm.... One true picture perfect moment that I have captured &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just relax near the lake, so beautiful..and tranquil..I love this place despite the rocky, steep tracks where u could nearly slip dowN and break ur brittle bones while getting up or going down the hill =X Remember me mentioning that I wish to go somewhere..really ....really far awaY~~ guess this place isn't far..but at least it is  somewhere I could find peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-QWfApWqaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/vGdXJxhic_k/s1600/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-QWfApWqaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/vGdXJxhic_k/s320/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468520569539832226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-QWCjqWt3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/NJfPgAMXOA4/s1600/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-QWCjqWt3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/NJfPgAMXOA4/s320/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468520080723064690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this scenery up the hill, near the lake  xDDD so don't mind me reposting this xDDDD Couldnt believe that i'm such a gud photographer..&lt;br /&gt;~admires~(^.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG3rATM/S-QVrfM_0iI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ax9HRm5inNE/s1600/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-QVrfM_0iI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ax9HRm5inNE/s320/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468519684389196322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, this picture reminds me of twilight..when edward sparkled..kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-Q2JQbY2II/AAAAAAAAARg/THQmqDG18Nw/s1600/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-Q2JQbY2II/AAAAAAAAARg/THQmqDG18Nw/s320/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468555380191189122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-QSM_3iXPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LbThWtW0Lc4/s1600/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-QSM_3iXPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LbThWtW0Lc4/s320/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468515862046727410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-Qx_Xh4NDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/DqjYrstP8OQ/s1600/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-Qx_Xh4NDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/DqjYrstP8OQ/s320/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468550812252255282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiut =D It's moving slowlY~~~~ (..looks kinda dead in this pic though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-Qx2gI79nI/AAAAAAAAARI/HDSuGT8wIag/s1600/DSC00183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-Qx2gI79nI/AAAAAAAAARI/HDSuGT8wIag/s320/DSC00183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468550659944740466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~Drenched &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-QsBG1wV2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Zlb0KTAgd5o/s1600/DSC00201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-QsBG1wV2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Zlb0KTAgd5o/s320/DSC00201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468544245062195042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone complained that she doesn't only wanna see the fridge...in my office.upload more pics..Takes time to upload pics la &gt;.&lt;  nxt post nxt post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-QiUzb7maI/AAAAAAAAAPI/vDffVOsBqmo/s1600/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-QiUzb7maI/AAAAAAAAAPI/vDffVOsBqmo/s320/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468533588334713250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-Qs7EnZ8SI/AAAAAAAAAQY/srN8u7ffLKQ/s1600/638008-giant-hello-panda-milk-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-Qs7EnZ8SI/AAAAAAAAAQY/srN8u7ffLKQ/s320/638008-giant-hello-panda-milk-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468545240897548578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( and icecream..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-6054151126442713308?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/6054151126442713308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=6054151126442713308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/6054151126442713308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/6054151126442713308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2010/05/blogs-arent-inspiring-because-of-words.html' title='7.5.2010'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S-QjyJ8KZUI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VGf9wRFvGfY/s72-c/DSC00172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-4040615416955320719</id><published>2010-04-26T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T02:36:37.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sushi~~yummY~~~ yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the past few months, it's been kinda bit hellish for me and maybe  you.. being bogged down by continuous, never ending tasks..but, everything is at least fine for me now and praise Lord that, I get to relax and plan my holidays nicely before my new sem starts. am grateful. really. I don't mind seing my salary waving goodbye to me ~~in return for a few weeks off before skul reopens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for those who questioned.. this is wat i did for the pass few days Got sick on the last week of my internship..probably affected by the collegues or..  due to excessive intake of honey stars and crackers in the first place T.T Or caused by the aircond that was blasting unsparingly right above my head in the office.splintering coldness. I like winter, but not from the aircond =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I was kinda keen on going up to Cameron..so I did. It was relaxing =) At least i've found some peace, being out of thecity (not exactly)~ I love the feeling being in the tea garden, enjoying evening tea..and the steamboaty at nite in such a wonderfuL area and sleeping soundly in the hotel until the sun comes up (with my whole body aching in the morning) and the morning buffet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt; the weather did changed. A lot. It wasnt as cooling as before, and a lot a lot dustier which puts my nose to work harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out..too.. ^-^ but mom says dun oways kacau lau. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few days which I had spent entirely at home. Love it too..&lt;br /&gt;Love being at home, reading..in the aircond room in the afternoon, playing the piano ocassionally, listening to some calm instrumental pieces..&lt;br /&gt;and watched animes as well..and sloWly....slOwly.....driften awaY to slUmberlaND~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*melts~~~* &lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S9VPhHrKasI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3D9TUYk4VlA/s1600/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S9VPhHrKasI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3D9TUYk4VlA/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464361153298328258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last..I own this =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to a unique exhibition wif ly's family dat the other day aswell. Let me show u some pics. Ahh, better not post any pictures here. or..probably another day .hehehe, dindnt dare to take much pictures oso =P Even standing and posing there needs a lot of courage you know. We went for the some... exhibition in the museum.hehehe&lt;br /&gt; hint: the box..where the non living beings live =S&lt;br /&gt;,How they keep them and the different styles~~ of keeping them &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sushi~~~~ yummY~~~ yay xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-4040615416955320719?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/4040615416955320719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=4040615416955320719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/4040615416955320719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/4040615416955320719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2010/04/am-happy-am-contented.html' title='sushi~~yummY~~~ yay!'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S9VPhHrKasI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3D9TUYk4VlA/s72-c/DSC00026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-42276280681847934</id><published>2010-04-02T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T07:57:41.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>++++++</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hallelujah! today's Friday night, like most,I prefer Friday nights than Sunday's.. =) You will know why..so I don't see the importance of elaborating further *winks* Ahaha, ok. I wanna elaborate further..Friday nights lead to Saturdays and Sundays, so you'll definitely feel happier on Friday nights&lt;br /&gt;den Sunday nights that ultimately equates to the end of holidays! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, working...makes me learn a lot more than i've expected... ..most of the time,we don't practise the right way leading to lots and lots... of negative thoughts that would then detriment our mentality..dont u think so..?&lt;br /&gt;.As we mature, we tend to realise the importance of thinking positively..and love what we are doing, and have passion for what we're doin..to learn to love what u're doing right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take auditing  as an example.ASyou step in to the office, one word; WORK..suits the atmosphere of the place u land ur feet at.&lt;br /&gt;Then, you could see auditors completing their worksheets, some pacing fast in the walkway getting their papers printed,staring at the laptop screens...some frowning,  some sighing, some cheerful..managers busy reviewing files and busy discussing the materiality, disclosures of this and that..&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that would look apparent to you is..everyone is busy busy and totally busy. Yet, the emotions theY display is enough to change their life, to the better&lt;br /&gt;or the worse.Would you want to be the one frowning in front of the screen? or the one smiling?? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course the second. It seems tough at times,but..yeah, it does change your life.You are stressed.But then again, try thinking it from another persepective, trying not to think that the workload isnt Stress, have some passion,andthat MAKES YOU A LOT..A LOT enlivened.trust me. ^^ thinking negatively will just..pull ur emotions down and there you'll start to spit out the emOness, the tears, the frustration, the..thinking that ur life isnt meaningful at all. ahahaha. And there comes depression, mental complications, child abuse, spousal abuse, etc etc xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 hours plus of being in the office is unequivocally exhausting. soMe, could even stay up to late night rushing their files,but the ones that we can really learn from are those who could happily smile at you while having their files burying them up to their noses. =) And yeah, we learn a lot from our parents as well..I really really love my dad for being really really patient, whom i admit is kinda positive. Our parents do get stressed during work, just that we don't know, until we witness it ourselves..But, they never bring the Stress home, neither do they lose their temper they're back, how sweet &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-42276280681847934?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/42276280681847934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=42276280681847934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/42276280681847934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/42276280681847934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='++++++'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-7436176381124706672</id><published>2010-03-30T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:08:05.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slipping through my fingers..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Viewers If u're darn stressed, then don't read this post..cuz i'm free to rant bout almost every bits of my life here, including the ones that you Might not like to hear that much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that my office working environment isnt great,just that..the work done....is kinda too much for a beginner.or maybe not. Now, I could only stare at the ones watching movies jealously while I'm stacked wif files, that I might not be able to finish in such limited time. At times, I did get..kinda..&gt;.&lt; really really unproductive wheN i'm feeling kinda tensed.It's actually not the amount of work done that is bothering, it is..the..feeling that everything is not completed that is pulling my spirit down although there's much to be done. That's something new to learn.Everything seems to be pending pending pending,(for example, even after you've completed the planning for the audit work..fill up the forms, draft pages and pages of worksheets and printing theM alltogether and reprinting the pending ones, even after you've done ur reports..there are still things that's needed to be done. Even expecting documents, asking questions, and bothering the accounts executive may pose delays) And  ghen,all my stressed symptoms(or maybe not) were of the adverse affects rather me than ending up working non stop. Wan prove? Even wif the stacks of files on my table, I could online to chat, stare at the monitor screen deadly @.@ and, wen i reach home, I might not be able to do at the least that i've expected.And end up... SLEEPING! and wake up wif guilt of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm glad that I've gone thru this. I've learnt a lot.A lot. Earning moneY isnt easy, and spending is as simpLe as....in a snaP of fingers, the money is gone.=D but I do love spendingxDD  i wanna go shopping&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty glad that most of my seniors are really friendly, and definitely definitely helpful when you ASK=). But hey, stressed people has limits too.. Imagine working with a bunch of totally stressed up seniors. Would you ignorantly bug them with questions at that point of time? Some ambiguous conclusions you've made on ur don't drive you thru the right lane in what you're doing... leaving u, sorting out pieces by pieces, patching them up together. And that's a lil part i would like to share wif my bloggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, I..kinda manage to creATE a stack of unwanted papers unintentionally. Poor printing machine~~ T.T not my fault, u know..  I actually disagree wif the system of reprinting, It would be a blessing to Mother Nature if the auditors and trainees are allowed to have finaL ammendments done using the computer...and print out the stack of documents from head to toe for each companies they're assigned wif. Then, we don't see such need to waste that much of papers.&lt;br /&gt;But I can happily tell that, I DID HAVE FUN SHREDDING PAPERS IN MY CLIENT"S OFFICE! It was AWESOME!!! HAHAHAHAHA @.@  yerrr...scary leh??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, really..I do thank God for the things that I've learnt so far xD&lt;br /&gt;1. I learn how to be independent..(the thrown-into-the-sea-to-swim-yourself kinda training since the very first day ofthe fieldwork)&lt;br /&gt;2. hmm, learnt how to..get up really early and sleep late. I have 5 hours of sleep everyday.. and 4 tmr. T.T&lt;br /&gt;3. lrt!!, HAHAHAHAHA I learn how to take the lrt.. &lt;br /&gt;4. Build muscles~~ one hand for my handbag(for everything I need, food, water,calculator etcetc) another for big heavy files, depending what i need to bring home to finish. Another Backpack for files and stones)..and it really does hurts especially when I have to traveL by train &lt;br /&gt;5. I learn to correct my sitting posture a lil. At least, I've improved. my back doesnt ache as badly as the first few weeks&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I'm happy now xD oughta sort out how to draft the reports &gt;.&lt; using d foreign program which links doesnt work sometimes. I guess MYOB is easier, at least they have a user guide  =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-7436176381124706672?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/7436176381124706672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=7436176381124706672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/7436176381124706672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/7436176381124706672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2010/03/hazadournessness.html' title='slipping through my fingers..'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-9049349496931465732</id><published>2010-03-29T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T17:57:53.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>auditing ... wastes papers &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty for the trees that had sacrificed for some non-valuable work sometimes..hahaha. tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-9049349496931465732?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/9049349496931465732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=9049349496931465732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/9049349496931465732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/9049349496931465732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2010/03/auditing-is-waste-of-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-8986946157970632918</id><published>2010-03-17T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T07:09:10.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sneak peak~~</title><content type='html'>hehehehe, the fridge in my working place..but couldnt find food  there T.T ~ waste electricity onY T.T  tsk tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S6DdY4B6cwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/biDWh8xQnr4/s1600-h/DSC09127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S6DdY4B6cwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/biDWh8xQnr4/s320/DSC09127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449598968545309442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stucK in the jam at bukit bintang area, back from client's office &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S6Dcx_H3MOI/AAAAAAAAALk/0NZ5YaScCtk/s1600-h/DSC09033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S6Dcx_H3MOI/AAAAAAAAALk/0NZ5YaScCtk/s320/DSC09033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449598300434411746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite spot =) in the office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S6DcRBY24VI/AAAAAAAAALM/3aRVSWhx3Sk/s1600-h/DSC09111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S6DcRBY24VI/AAAAAAAAALM/3aRVSWhx3Sk/s320/DSC09111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449597734106882386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the beautiful &gt;.&lt;'' me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S6DbrzZfhcI/AAAAAAAAALE/aQWhMdIpiuw/s1600-h/DSC09178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S6DbrzZfhcI/AAAAAAAAALE/aQWhMdIpiuw/s320/DSC09178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449597094696289730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i've taken some pics in the office xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-8986946157970632918?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8986946157970632918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=8986946157970632918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/8986946157970632918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/8986946157970632918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peak.html' title='sneak peak~~'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S6DdY4B6cwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/biDWh8xQnr4/s72-c/DSC09127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-3810661612015627632</id><published>2010-03-11T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:17:58.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the zest of realiTY</title><content type='html'>It’s been a long time since I’ve fed my blog with posts..It is always not easy to start something, likewise..ain’t  easy to to start my posts on blogs. In a blink of an eye,it’s already a few months passed and things has changed. I’ve started to feel  the working life as an intern for my vacation training. Ain’t that bad, compared to friends of mine. So, i wouldn’t rant anything bout my working life here.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It’s 8.30 in the morning and I am sitting here, sipping a cup of mushroom soup and dunking lil chunks of  bread into it ..yummy and, yeah..relaxing. But life in office wasn’t as ‘luxurious’ as this before, my  unit has just been shifted downstairs..into a new office.  It’s a totally new environment, but I had no problem adapting to it lah xD since there’s food there. But imagine the few days where u  think u would suffocate to death due to  excessive inhalation of thinner and other chemicals used  for renovation and painting. It was nearly intolerable as I was sitting right below the blasting aircond. *chokes chokes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed that I’ve never mentioned about my love story or anything related here? Nah, booobooo.not going to tell here, in case i have stalkers =P *perasan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week of intern was real boring. I guess, it is better to have something to learn rather than sitting right there looking at the clock ticking..waiting for lunch and yearning to go home. I guess, u would probably say..hey, get sth to do. Of couse i did, read the newspapers again and again..talked wif my friends and get to know each other better...urm read novels etc. But  really, it’s tough as time really passed slowly .....rEa.......lllll........slOw..........ly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make the matter worse, it isn’t good when someone of authority catches the sight of you not doing anything. What’s the use of paying  the interns if they don’t work? Or do  sth.But..couldnt blame us loh....didnt assign anything yet ma...rite? rite?? &lt;&lt;&lt;seeking  for  approval from readers to stall more&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The second week till the first week of the following month was when i started to at least learn something. Those were the days when it feels like you’ve been thrown to the sea..and to save your own life..(that was when my senior had to go to another  place to audit..leaving me alone figuring out things on thefirst day of field work ) hmmm...but then..everything was fine after dat when he finally came back..can kacau kacau senior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think this post will be really long.  Shall i cut it into 2 posts? Or make it a whole long grandpapa story? Haha, let’s see where this leads to.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the 3 weeks of field work..at least i got the zest of  what working life is about. I was sitting right behind a lady in another cubicle who shouts at almost everyone she speaks to. I Could see, what would it be to have someone so ‘authoritative’ in front of my eyes, while her ‘subordinates’ looked right down onto the floor, nodding their heads with their disagreeing and rebel thoughts. I had the chance to talk to one of the freshies under her.. and this was what she commented ‘yor...she everyday oso shout!how can!! T.T’ Lunch wasn’t good although they were free. Caused tummy ache =( They served cold crabs, donuts, porridge, mixed cold rice, salad, sushi, salmon etc. Yet, they weren’t as good as they sound.. &gt;.&lt; trust me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. i was back again to the ‘shaking-legs-and-counting-hair-loss days* Life was better, I’ve got to access to the office server and internet. Nevertheless, it was easy to be caught red-handed for playing games, facebooking, watching movies and  chatting via msn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks after that, I was then assigned to  a firm in subang jaya. And that period was kinda hectic. Since I couldn’t drive there, there’s no way I could travel alone thus, the only way to get to the destination was to use the lrt putra to the last station, where my senior would be waiting for me and get back home by lrt putra and starline. Hmm...it wasn’t  as bad as i’ve described. Just that it’s harder as i had to carry my lappie here and there along with other necessities like, food, water...etc etc etc etc. And stand the whole day long in the forever-packed-like-sardine-during-working-hours train. As i always reach the office or anywhere an hour earlier, i had the chance to linger around in klcc once i’ve reaced k avenue. Nah, the shops weren’t open..but i had no where else to go..that was how i killed some time... rather than waiting for my senior for an hour in kelana jaya....&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days when KL (specifically avenue K) reminds me of shang hai. As the train stops, people were merging in and out..loading the compartments of the light rails transit. As I walked..people were passing by, really fast..some of them adorned with scarves, some smartly dressed with ties and long sleeved, well-polished shoes,carrying their working bags. And every1 was walking, hurriedly, dressed professionally..everything was so FAST and BUSY. Even the roads were really really really busy. We were stuck in the jam for almost 2 hours after coming back fromthe client’s office.Those days in subang were quite interesting. My senior who’s directly in charge of that company is nice..All seniors here are nice actually =) And they don’t work till 12  am in the morning in client’s office, which means I  could go home as early as 5.30-6 pm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was back to the non-productive life xDD again. Ain’t that bad, I’ve left with 20 pages of twilight novel in just one day. Imagine how much time i’ve spent my time for leisure in the office. LOL @@  &lt;3 &lt;3  But soon, I might go to peeJay and cyberjaya ==   Hopefully no OT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could summarize the life of an auditor to be really hectic. Each one of my seniors had been telling me...they have ‘no life’, not much money.Most of their time spent are in the office. Hahaha, ‘all-you-do-is-think-of-resigning’?? that theory applies? Frankly, some even reached the office at around7.30 in the morning (I know itcuz i reach early too =P) and goes home as late as 1a.m sometimes (that was what i’ve heard) and even come back on Saturdays &gt;.&lt;  yor..so kesian meh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh yea, not to mention. Backache T.T and tired eyes. haveto try to stand up and exercise in the office every few minutes xDDD and BLINK BLINKBLINK *blinks myeyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-3810661612015627632?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/3810661612015627632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=3810661612015627632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/3810661612015627632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/3810661612015627632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2010/03/zest-of-reality.html' title='the zest of realiTY'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-272494426507097468</id><published>2010-01-27T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T01:16:59.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lil something</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S2FVMg4v-8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/XZX_vFXOr_c/s1600-h/DSC06138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S2FVMg4v-8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/XZX_vFXOr_c/s320/DSC06138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431716299060280258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, i think this pic doesnt suit what i'm blogging...(or not). xDD the emo side of me. HAHAHA=D&lt;br /&gt;what's the point of blogging if we cant write bout stuffs we want to and pour out our emotions? =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhhh....and  my blog has been dormant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, advance diploma papers been killing me, more likely to be more severe thaN the attempts of seriaL killers, cuz they attempt to kill, haunt, and frighten us frantically. not only that, theY don't even give us the chance to clear off our&lt;br /&gt;minds before releasing the results huh..ahh, I love to whine, don't I? =) that's me me me=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last daY itself, i didnt feel relieved nor happy..what i felt was just like a cluster of clouds floating in the mid air...'piu har piu har' xD that's what you call it in cantonese?///i have this tendencY to use the wrong cantonese idiom&lt;br /&gt;for the wrong situations...keke. And i decided to clear my room rite after the last paper, it took me half of the daY to clean up 3 smaller cupboards, one in the hall upstairs where I stacK up all my used notes and another cute purple cupboard and a mini sized  cupboard in my room, where i place all the rubbish and I ended up sneezing for not wearing a mask. eh? I mean not rubbish, they're things that kimyen likes, prezzies from buddies, my clips, hairbands&lt;br /&gt;etc etc. Last, but not least, I had to clean up the enormously gigantic wardrobe where i keep all my clothes =) I...have this tendency of buying new clothes..to keep?// although I prefer wearing the same old ones...tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, lotsa things have changed...nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;The trees are dying, new plants cuming uP, parents getting older, lil kids who looked so tinny-tiny once upon a time had growN up, the earth is getting hotter etc etc~~ T.T I've changed too. I'm getting old.haha, so random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back a few days, I was meeting up with a friend.. &gt;.&lt; and I..........&lt;br /&gt;almost.........&lt;strong&gt; got into the wrong car&lt;/strong&gt; !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and, the person who was in the wrong car.....was COINCIDENTLY someone I know, which&lt;br /&gt;was even more embarrasing. HAHAHAHAHAHA, that guy looked so suprised wen I tried opening the door, and was about to enter it. LOL! I wonder wat was he thinking at that point of time..lol 'this gaL mUST BE CRAZY!!!!' yerrrr..*hides my embarassed face* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, embarassing things do happen to me a lot...yadda yadda~~~ nvm, used to it =( &lt;br /&gt;yerrrr,I'm so sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-272494426507097468?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/272494426507097468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=272494426507097468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/272494426507097468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/272494426507097468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2010/01/wahhhh.html' title='a lil something'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/S2FVMg4v-8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/XZX_vFXOr_c/s72-c/DSC06138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-4886144973432329691</id><published>2009-11-28T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T01:23:59.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UntiTLeD &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I lost  my rationality? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we're left all alone to make decisions. The more we escape from it, the more we have to face troubles =( Forgive me again if you've no idea about what I'm talking about. Never mind, leave me alone. I enjoy talking to the wall =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are always too complicated to predict their behaviors, including me. Some are emotionally explosive, some are as calm  as the sea, some are blatantly cold blooded, you name it. No wonder others are keen on psychology and other human behavioral studies and stuffs like that. Why do people end up being psychologically ill? interesting~ &lt;/em&gt;Ever felt that you feel lonely, but in fact..you're not alone and having lovable people around you? I seriously HATE that kind of  feeling =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're born..we come alone(that's if we don't have twins; even if we do have a twin brother or sister mingling with us in our mother's womb, it doesn't mean that the baby is not lonely ) &lt;br /&gt;Then..we ought to be sent to kindergarten.. =( alone again &lt;br /&gt;Years passed by, we enter into primary and secondary schools and Universities or colleges etc etc and we're still facing it alone. &lt;br /&gt;And when we rest in peace, we do it alone too. We get into that BOX alone, don't we????..muahaha &lt;br /&gt;Mind you, you may say that hey..ur wrong. Don't you know that other individuals are having the same life as yours? 'Ur not alone' says the late Micheal Jackson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refer back to the point where I've started. Don't you feel that during exams..you're always left alone. No one could study FOR YOU. It must me &lt;strong&gt;YOU and ONLY YOU &lt;/strong&gt;to hammer facts and supplement your knowledge sufficiently and then.. &lt;strong&gt;ONLY YOU &lt;/strong&gt;can get your answer sheet filled with scribbles and craps after that. &lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;you alone &lt;/strong&gt;who would be interviewed alone and get the job you want in the future.. ( but it won't be &lt;strong&gt;you alone &lt;/strong&gt;who spend or determine how you spend your money, blekk? I can help u =D I will always be with YOU XD ) &lt;br /&gt;And in making decisions, wheN no one could make it for&lt;strong&gt; you&lt;/strong&gt;...u're still alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are weak spiritually. I guess the only way out is to have faith in God as it could really put your loneliness to one side. No wonder people are always in hunger of going to church and do their devotions frequently..and read the words of God just to feel closer to Him. Perhaps, that's the only ailment in this world that I could think of right now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentioning about decisions to be made..I always take the easy way out in life and I've revealed that fact of me before. Nevertheless, every short cut we take could cost more than we've expected. ' No short cut' ~ says WHERE GOT GHOST. &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha; I would always think that..if you don't know what to choose from, then don't choose. But this ain't true and doesn't apply to everything as we mature. This was probably why I would always leave my options opened but in the disadvantage of the others. That's the selfish part of me..wondering why did I say so?? Here's a simple example of how I keep my options wide opened..and take time considering of each and every single pieces of benefits and costs that I have to bear b4 deciding on something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: hey, ky.. so and so?? &lt;br /&gt;Kimyen: ooo...depends... =) &lt;br /&gt;Friend: y u always say depends wan arrr =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! &lt;br /&gt;We ought to decide on things and not to look back, or sulk at how bad the decisions we have made, which answers whY I always take a long time to make decisions; I'm extentively afraid to make the wrong choice &gt;.&lt; Seriously, that's simply the &lt;strong&gt;TRUEST &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;fact of me that I can confess about the so-the-very-ME//&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-4886144973432329691?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/4886144973432329691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=4886144973432329691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/4886144973432329691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/4886144973432329691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='UntiTLeD &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-2172504600963218937</id><published>2009-11-11T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:39:18.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomess</title><content type='html'>well, if you still remember dat pinky promise~ here..this is a significant 1 ---my&lt;br /&gt;new wallpaper----- notice the changes?? U should, I've spent lotsa hours looking for the right 1 and there're more to come ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SvqZo_zDbEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/onA97mags-8/s1600-h/DSC06936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SvqZo_zDbEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/onA97mags-8/s320/DSC06936.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402799632583715906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd intentionally adjusted the hues and colors just to make dis pic look pinK just to emphasize on this promise..XD jk The color is kinda soothing to d eyes, which is why I've choseN it, I love white more dan pink, purple,blue and black=) and since itz more deN a week or two since i step my feet into dis site again..it means that I've more stories to tell =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SvqtYiqG29I/AAAAAAAAAIE/CuKK_90zceI/s1600-h/kkyen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SvqtYiqG29I/AAAAAAAAAIE/CuKK_90zceI/s320/kkyen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402821340116212690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urm, you must be wondering..since wheN this gaL has learNt sucH an instrument besides orgaN and pianO?? ehem, guitar??? *chuckles* lolz. Thanks to my dear friend wHo gave me a ride 2 d churcH near gK that daY, it was fuN. d 1 daY guitar class in d studiO really made my daY (although I managed to learn 3 chords only..hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as for violin...I've managed to learN quite a number of keys during d first lessOn, n d sounds produced were pathetically hurting to my own ears &gt;.&lt;'' and my shoulders were aching a couple of days after dat( worser effect than playing ping pong or badminton) But then..decided that I should take uP classes during d holidays to &lt;strong&gt;fully concentrate&lt;/strong&gt; on learning&lt;strong&gt; violin &lt;/strong&gt;in a nearer centre..although it alsO means that I have to forgO my chances of playing in the orchestra4 skul =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, playing for an orchestra sounds elite and totally unreachable due to my laziness in practicing and lacK of qualification...but our college has made it almost possible for such wonderfUL things apart of the affordable fees and ' dragging-students-to-hell-sort-of-syllabus-situation' muahahaha=D cant blame theM for d latter part..i assume all colleges and U's are almost d same, datz a part of life..and I always seem to opt for the easier waY out in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few days bacK,a 'havoC' happened..(I supposed..some more than interesting things happened after some moments of staring at the lecture notes)&lt;br /&gt;I've eveN created a storY line out of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once upoN a time,sailor venus and ginnY were best friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SvrEHRym58I/AAAAAAAAAIU/H0MH9oWrcDU/s1600-h/DSC07190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SvrEHRym58I/AAAAAAAAAIU/H0MH9oWrcDU/s320/DSC07190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402846332298127298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One fine daY, theY received a preciOus gift froM heaven....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SvrEgtrQi-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/sqwyoztfYpQ/s1600-h/DSC07188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SvrEgtrQi-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/sqwyoztfYpQ/s320/DSC07188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402846769280224226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to greEd and power...theY fought for the precious Faber Castle highlighter Xo ?!&lt;br /&gt;and their supportive clans came tO help..&lt;br /&gt;MashimarO was stabbed usiNg a pair of...scissors..panda was killed bY hipopo..and teddY was DEaD due to a suddeN heaRT attacK. GinnY was killeD using a magiC wand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SvrE5PkZWTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6gb9cL1PwSc/s1600-h/DSC07195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SvrE5PkZWTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6gb9cL1PwSc/s320/DSC07195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402847190695106866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SvrGdqtoSsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_Gi-zLyyIdA/s1600-h/DSC07189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SvrGdqtoSsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_Gi-zLyyIdA/s320/DSC07189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402848915968510658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sailor Venus woNNN!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Datz a lil.....retarded, yea...i havtO admit it.hehe This is part of d crazy things i would do weN i get reallY reallY , exTremelY, acutely, drastically BoreD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours ago.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SvrHmNhFURI/AAAAAAAAAI0/MIQ-vEZ_5Ig/s1600-h/DSC07235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SvrHmNhFURI/AAAAAAAAAI0/MIQ-vEZ_5Ig/s320/DSC07235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402850162261709074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SvrH4rC0eVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/IBw-ltmrMKo/s1600-h/DSC07236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SvrH4rC0eVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/IBw-ltmrMKo/s320/DSC07236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402850479425485138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just managed to take 2 pictures of my fren's drinks and side dishes..d rest were eateN b4 d pics were takeN i guess&lt;br /&gt;We dined in a restaurant called...cone pIzza=) and celebrated py's bdaY with a couple of friends..hahaha. D candlE scene was hillArious!!!It's kindA impossibLe to 4get someone's reactions when the candLE lighT couldnt be blowN ofF!&lt;br /&gt;And gee jie successfully bleW it witH his saliva landing on d cake to complement the cake's yumminess! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I have to stoP here, having a headache and caught a cold =(&lt;br /&gt;till then, sayonarA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to Forget...HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAREST PUI YEEEE!!!..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;may God blesS u n ur familY =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-2172504600963218937?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/2172504600963218937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=2172504600963218937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/2172504600963218937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/2172504600963218937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2009/11/randomess.html' title='randomess'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SvqZo_zDbEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/onA97mags-8/s72-c/DSC06936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-3862459026277221766</id><published>2009-10-14T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T06:34:11.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>counting dAys</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another college day for the college people...and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few days since my parents left to China for holidays. Which also means that it's been a couple of days I'm home alone..(sort of) due to the fact that my bro comes home late for his projects and sooN I will be home alone officially as he TOO will be flying of to KK for a kewl mountain climbing expedition..Ain't gud ain't bad. Nevertheless,the emptiness at home kinda made me feeL sorta lonely=p, the only communicatioN gadget that seems to connect me and the others are my cellphone and the internet =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepovers are kinda hillarious in the eyes of others as my besties live nearby~ ( but I will ignore that fully if I feel too bored, u galz can walk home to get your toothbrushes =p)Well, there're too much things to do in such lil time, sometimes, the time we posess just go pooF!!!* and dissapear..but being a miles away from our family members seems to slow down everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike some other normaL kiddos, I live in a contra-independent kinda lifestyle..being pampered, living at home instead of AWAY from home and my parents are still funding my living expenses ( unlike some other college lads or lasses who are working and still studying at the same time). So there's actually nothing much to whine about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if my parents were to go anywhere far..they would make sure that everything's alritebefore they leave..for instance, by making sure that the refrigerator is full and and telling me stuffs like ''Don't open the gate to strangers ok'' etc etc.*grinning, so U know exactly why sometimes, I would say that I don't feel like I will be turning 20 by the end of this year. Which is I still feel so young at heart &gt;.&lt; And soon, it would be a hair-losing 'ceremony'..(or shall I call it a deadly-war) for most of the students againnn. Ugh, ''we live for today...not tomorrw ;p'' says the deviL inside me ‘'Noooo..be self-diciplined, ought to be prepared for tmr, don't ya??'' Alright, self-battling often occurs when we make decisions, datz usually usual, and normally normal. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/StXR1tLreXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vbL8V7rlCPg/s1600-h/DSC06480.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/StXR1tLreXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vbL8V7rlCPg/s1600-h/DSC06480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392446849437890930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/StXR1tLreXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vbL8V7rlCPg/s320/DSC06480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Credits to py for a d nice snapshot of my beloved cookie jar. since we don't really bum into each other online, I upload it here =D ly n cf playing da piano as d background ...hahaha, kewl leh.Oyasumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-3862459026277221766?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/3862459026277221766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=3862459026277221766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/3862459026277221766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/3862459026277221766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/counting-days_14.html' title='counting dAys'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/StXR1tLreXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vbL8V7rlCPg/s72-c/DSC06480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-3218946307635391645</id><published>2009-10-07T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:42:15.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates 'bout me</title><content type='html'>Holidays given is ample yet..we aren't satisfied wif the amount of time we were granted. Life's ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 7 October 2oo9&lt;br /&gt;Day: Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Mood: bored;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want the things that we can't own and thus most things are beautiful because we can't have them.hahaz, which explains why the asians wna have blond hair while the westernz would opt for silky, black hair...erm, let's not talk about how relaxing my holidays was&lt;br /&gt;cuz it's heartbreaking since I can't have more of it. This new sem could be disastrous if I still have this habit of procrastrinating and completing other tasks which are FAR MorE INTERESTING than studying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine morning, I was awaken by the vibrating sound produced by my mobile phone on my desk. Groggily, I woke up and answered the call. Unexpectedly it was a call from some1 from a company regarding my internship for my nxt semester break =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I could vividly remember what I've replied that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''what's your strength?'' asked the interviewer. '' I'm self-motivated and willing to learn,'' I answered spontaneously. Thank goodness, everything was smooth going although my voice sounded a lil weird at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, self-motivated... =p * grinning * How I wish that I'm one..hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 5th October 2009 marked a new starting point of most of the students here..as it's the end of the holidays n begining of a new sem. sayonara holidays! Nxt week will be a total 'breaking-free' period as my parents won't be around. yay! No more 24 hours of 'babysitting' me. It would be kinda quiet without their noises around and some extra stuffs to do such as cooking my own luncg and dinner..but it'z not my first time without them at home, so dun worry, I'm not afraid of the boggie man ! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-3218946307635391645?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/3218946307635391645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=3218946307635391645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/3218946307635391645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/3218946307635391645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/wednesday-october-7-2009.html' title='Updates &apos;bout me'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-7369196453102988248</id><published>2009-09-07T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:38:44.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate vs Coincidences</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"We are here for a reason to complete the mission from God," the pastor preached. there was I sitting at one of the rows hearing to those preaches, agreeing with what he has said. I wouldn't deny nor will I question about it....But there are some other things that we would question,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the each and every happenings in every minutes and every seconds... we would actually wonder if the memories that forM part of our lives are made up of fate or strings of mere coincidences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;such as.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;why am I the last child in my family, or the first?or the second? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why did I ended up in this college and not another?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;why am I on9-ing and not sleeping at this time?why did I make such a choice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why was I so lucky? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why is my luck so bad today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;Why, tell me why?...ain't nothing but a heartache&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;tell me why, ain't nothing but a mistake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;yeah~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Does things happen due to mere coincidences? And most of d dramas or movies, stories or novels...have such heavy element of coincidences...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For instance:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A guy meets a girl coincidentally...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then, too many coincidences happened &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So... coincidently, they fell in love&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, the guy confessed.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, the girl accepted.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, the guy proposed so, coincidently, they live happily ever after =D LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to generalize stories here. Novels can be a beautiful piece of art, those stories can be of idealistic, challenging dimensions, movies can be full of ups and downs, with strings of creatively-thought ideas, REAL LIFE memories can be bittersweet, things happening to us differ from one another...but. They still happeN to have that one element= coincidence or, perhaps..FatE?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;No matter the memories we posses are due to fate or coincidences, they make up a big part of our lives, don't they? like how we met our friends ..if it isn't because of fate/ coincidences, we would not end up together till today~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Coincidentally, I suddenly thought of reviewing the pictures of our high skUl life during mooncake festivaL and played back the movie Lau gave us ( ..that masterpiece of his that contains a set of awfUl candid shots during high skul) anyway, I'm really glad that he made the effort to make the movie as those pictures refresh our memories, in just a blink of an eye..it's already more den six years since we first entered secondary skul. And all happened so quickly as if they've just happened yesterday. Perhaps, wheN we watch dat movie agaIN or the pictures we have taken once upon a time, we would laugh at ourselves on how innocent we look and how naive our behaviors were, yet acknowledge their 'appreciating' value even more &gt;.&lt; ''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;a sweet round, orange....Orange as a resemblance for our society t-shirt ....how thoughtful=p . I couldn't believe how much I miss those days when we were younger~ (p/s: watch it, pals! to those whO own that cd)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;we would blame 'FATE' for most of the unwanted happenings in life, and doubt 'FATE' if something great happens so 'COINCIDENCE' always wins... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;fate or coincidences ..........the former or the latter......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-7369196453102988248?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/7369196453102988248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=7369196453102988248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/7369196453102988248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/7369196453102988248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2009/09/fate-vs-coincidences.html' title='Fate vs Coincidences'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-2548222757103585034</id><published>2009-08-07T09:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:25:47.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R u streSSED?</title><content type='html'>Dr KimyeN is here to prescribe the methods of handling stress for some of u^^&lt;br /&gt;WaRNING: THIS POST IS GONNA BE CRAPPY but definitely helpfuL =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a deeeeep breath and hold it for 10 seconds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get sth to eat.MuncH on sth XD..it can be vanilla icecream, chocolates, crackers, bread, cheesecakes, cupcakes, butter cakes etc etc. Drink/eat sth cold. If these don't help....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;turn on d tv, listeN to the music, on9 n chat wif ur frens&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a hot shower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NEVER READ JOKES from e-mails or on9 or anything similar. Normally, they aren't funny when u feel down, and u'll end up wondering why those jokes didn't make you laugh...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Search comedies on9, but they must be hillarious or entertaining enuf. I would recommend Kevjumba and Nigahiga etc, they're great teen comedians~ famous youtubers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If ur okay with words at that period of time, read fan fictions..hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play on9 games~ the extreme ones.the more brutal the better...&gt;.&lt;or&gt; &lt;&gt; d cute ones r gud 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask someone to sing a song for u. LOL. or sing a song 4 urself =D even a simple merry christmas song will do, although Xmas is far too 'soon'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go jogging/badminton/ping pong/ swimming etc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog hopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laugh out LOUD. HAHAHAHA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get out of the house, meet people, go shopping(don't do it if ur broke) but x window shopping, cuz u'll feel saD if u cant own the things u 1...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;think about happy stuffs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SLEEP~( datz if u can zzz easily)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;last, but not least...SMILE =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;if you smile when no1 is around....u really mean it. smile now =) LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367644394341237746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/Sn20Iz1Tg_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/QrQ4hBLs44M/s320/images+smiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-2548222757103585034?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/2548222757103585034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=2548222757103585034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/2548222757103585034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/2548222757103585034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/r-u-stressed.html' title='R u streSSED?'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/Sn20Iz1Tg_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/QrQ4hBLs44M/s72-c/images+smiley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-8962131520261860505</id><published>2009-07-23T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:30:58.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music says it all</title><content type='html'>My blog has been idle for the past few weeks ~for the owner has gone M.I.A. Suprisingly, it's still surviving, heh=p Gosh, I've just realised that my piano skills deteriorated badly wheN I finally 'touched' that chunk of invaluable wood .TooK the initiative to record it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to complete the bumblebee song neway, it ended so abruptly.my poor fingers were too tired to proceed and I got stucK sumwhere in the middle. forgive me for the lightings and stuffs( not a bad thing anyway, u x get to c my face, I won't feeL as shY as a tomato, kakaka) I'm kinda technology illiterate..so itz 100% genuine; x edited. 'That piece of wood' provides the best companionship regardless how I feel~ stressed, bored, kinda sad, depreSsed, happy,super happy, less happy, hyper&amp;amp; jumpy etc etc......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3f763409bbcee1d4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-6881410005844957220</id><published>2009-06-19T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:14:44.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the crazy me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;my brain malfunctions and my actions go weird. Here's the prove&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was holding a piece of trasH in my left hand and an eraser on my right. I threw my eraser into the dustbin instead!???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I woke up early in the moring one day and squeezed out the facial foam onto the toothbrush iNSTEAD of tOOTHpaste...and brushed my teeth. YaiksS!! It tastes strange&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have this tendency to off my alarms and not realising what have I done; so to solve this problem, I have to get 4 alarms to wake me up for my 8a.m classes including my parents. zzzzZZ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes, what I think contradicts with what I saY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes...words don't come out when I actually wann to say sth leaving me speechless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;yerr, something wrong wif me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there are many more actually, but I couldn't think of them right now. My brain doesn't function like how i wan it to be...... forgive me if I've said anything that don't make sense at all to you =P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, I've witnessed something even crazier today@.@ A man sitting in the middle of the road near tar college trying to get himself dead.What an attempt; I don't think that his plan will succeed anyway. Some1 will call the police and drag him off because he was causing some traffic congestion. I should have catch a shot of that scene and post it here and submit it to The Star. Unfortunately, I was WaY toO slOw...wonder what has caused him to so.... why so depressed...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-6881410005844957220?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/6881410005844957220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=6881410005844957220' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/6881410005844957220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/6881410005844957220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2009/06/crazy-me_9057.html' title='the crazy me'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-5783271285909180287</id><published>2009-05-17T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:58:11.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metathesiophobic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;some posts here are somewhat esoterically mysterious, if it's read by the third parties who happen to come across this site. No matter who you are, viewers, (not many though, since i don't really advertise my blog, =p) take it as a source of entertainment =) I don 't wish to blog wif that kinda emo-ish feeling, but sometimes, it is real tough to hide and fake our thinkings wheN we start to focus on something within our hearts..LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the isolation from college and having d time alone at home with all the dramas, tv shows, music, sleeping...these are what I consider as a super luxurious lifestyle for a student like me ~~~although it actually sounds more of a pig's lifestyle, a happy pig ..oiNk oinK. =p&lt;br /&gt;Recalling about something 'tragic' which happened to me not long ago, which I could vividly remember every seconds of the happening in d bus dat day...puts me into a heavy sigh of relieve. Up till now, I would still feel a lil phobic sitting in a bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bright n perky monday morning, when I decided to meet up wif one of my best buddies  for a movie..and the journeY in the bus was extraordinarily remarkable, deathly ride, I shall say..It all happened all of a sudden, from the point where the motorcyclist suddenly braked in the middle of the partly blocked, under-construction road, and this was followed by a rather quick and efficient emergency brake by the skilled metro bus driver..which impacts on a sudden rush of adrenaline running in our bloodstreams and dusHHH!!!!!! to d point where....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, the inersia wasn't that serious that we were flung out of the bus..but it was enough to get all of us injured, scratches all over, mine wasn't that severe anyway..I was flung to the front seats, and got my watch repaired after a few days. And thank God, the old man, who seemed weak, supporting himself wif all his might using a crosier had left the bus at the earlier stop seconds ago. Otherwise, it could turn out to be an unquestionably weighty case. And once again, thank God, that I still have my beautiful hands here, and able to add this remarkabLe story for myself to glance over and over each time i pay a visit to my blog. &gt;. &lt;'' yes, I do pay visits to my blog and read some of the earlier posts~yadda yadda. but, it feels weird as I would feel that it's someone else who'd written them. so, this will kinda remind me of what I was really thinking of d moment I place my fingers onto the keyboard and started to type my story eagerly into this 'net diary' which I would wanna share wif my closests pals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and remember me mentioning about phobia in between the lines somewhere in this post?? although phobia is defined as an anxiety due to some extreme and super irrational fear of minor and simple things... deep inside me, I'm carrying along another 'phobic' tag, another irrational fear, which is the fear of changes~metathesiophobic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;????? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to the slight fear of changes thingie, this is one of the reasons I dON'T wish to go back to college @.@ I will probably miss the atmosphere in the lecture hall wif some acquaintances whom we will greet wif smiling faces and some other closer pals and other students whom I barely know ..but will it be the same the next time I step into the hall? will it be the same, those warM feelings we've experienced in classes? although some of us aren't dat close &gt;.&lt;'' and even the slightest changes, where we hav to cross over from holidays to college days is somehow,worrysome. ??? anyway, I will try to push dat weird weird thoughts away ,aiyaiyai~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Out of the blue, I suddenly recall something funny and dis hd happened once upon a time in highskuL~~~someone's 'ultimate shower power'!!! poor me I got all wet (like lepas shower oni leh, had to dry up my pinafore, by siting rite under the fan in d lab..wa liao, hahaha), .. So the moral value of this story is never ever joke in front of those who're drinking water or let any1 who is drinking water to overhear your jokes..hahaha, I duwanna elaborate much on dat=p hahaha, but I've 'revenged' enuf, i think!! BlueKK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-5783271285909180287?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/5783271285909180287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=5783271285909180287' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/5783271285909180287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/5783271285909180287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2009/05/metathesiophobic.html' title='Metathesiophobic'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-308598745410046509</id><published>2009-04-20T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T06:57:33.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>they think positive</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I give up, being a liL too conscientious, trying to make everything right but it seems to lead to nowhere.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear bloggie,i'm having sem breaK now, all the while, I've been procrastinating, stalling, and lazying around..sorry that I've ignored you for such a long time, ...so I proMise that I'll BeaUtifY u , okay? pinky promise=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us, take everything for granted...not realizing the importance and impact of the element in life until we finally lose it..and theN, we would whine and ponder upon the missing patcheS of our life. This degree of taken-for-granted position is made clearly obvious, and has gradually reveal itself through its veils as we grow up and get to know more people..As I've mentioned once, I was being too naive that I've thought that life is so simple. Complications do exist behind those cheerful smiles and jovial people. I personally, salute the ones who are actually burdened wif millions of complications in life, yet, able to spread their positive vibes to the people around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some even come froM broken families and r actually facing the impacts of parents divorcing, and being left as abondaned children, while others are wounded with some contemplative, serious life-battling situations which cause their heart to shatter into pieces..severe financial problems and other heartbreaking situations that I can never imagine of...yet, despite these miseries or mishapz that they had gone through..theY could still be so cheerful and positive minded like nothing has ever happened.We're lucky to get to know that such positive people exist and they're around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328194349182091650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SfGMh9U-AYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bVn7ej37B5c/s320/image1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone could enjoy their life feeling contented, blogging all her thoughts freely while listening to the music.. =) and for those who think that they're less fortunate...try to think that u still have something that u could appreciate..like soMe sweet memories or anything simple which worths a smile whenever u think of it~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-308598745410046509?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/308598745410046509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=308598745410046509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/308598745410046509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/308598745410046509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-give-up-being-lil-too-conscientious.html' title='they think positive'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SfGMh9U-AYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bVn7ej37B5c/s72-c/image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-4080538480777642896</id><published>2009-03-19T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T05:18:52.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the beauty of words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we do not know what words caN lead us to the moment we started to learn and patch them up into meaningfuL sentences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words uttered can be romantically beautiful which would induce colourful sparKs between loved ones, enable us to communicate and maintain good relationships with family and friends- create warmth and laughter,which would add zest and colours to the bond we share, BUT it may be sarcastically hurting,............... and I'm sure that no one would actually have the intention to hurt others at all times, and if u do, ur definitely suffering from some kind of personality disorder... we, humans tend hurt others although we don't meaN it. And at times, we say things which aren't even compatible with what we're actually thinking, or perhaps, mean something directly opposite.have you ever verbalized something which was neither meant to be offensive nor hurtful but was interpreted by the others wrongly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact,it is words that will bring and bind us, humans together, but it's also one of the elements that will unexpectedly, drift us apart.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much we care and thinK before we speak by ensuring all the potentially hurtfuL words are being filtered, somehow, it wouldnt form a full barrier against creating a conflict.All individuals are unique in so many ways, we are brought up in different environments and influenced by mountains of sweet and painful experiences, and these are definitely the causations of different thinkingz apart from varied genes and deoxyribonueclic acids...those brains process things differently, keep that in mind........&lt;br /&gt;Even if the utterence is less than significant, or even sth similar to a mere sigh of hesitation, or a slight pausation, it may still mean something to the other party and might be misinterpreted.&lt;br /&gt;This is the beauty of words and also the absence of them.........I have no idea how much I've hurt others by saying something which i never meant to be hurtfuL or by saying nothing at all.....but definitely, I wouldnt be suprised that there're actually countless of them.we are unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, an appropriate cure4 such ailment is a just societY who can forgive and forget~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-4080538480777642896?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/4080538480777642896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=4080538480777642896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/4080538480777642896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/4080538480777642896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2009/03/beauty-of-words.html' title='the beauty of words'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-330448576689226802</id><published>2009-02-25T05:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:22:12.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~deatH is jz 1 moment , but lifE is plenty of them...so treasure it~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Howdy, viewers??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sorry for the bereft pictures and the absence of other applications orgadgets here..btw, blogging is some sort of freedoM given to type things whether they're offensive or not, sweet or on d contrary, meaningul or meaningless..etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my lectures are gna start soon and I have a premonition, dat d subjects r gna bore me in class.But, i'm not gna reveaL theM or make-known to the public; total taboo~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The internet is always dowN whenever I have the time to savouR some apetizing dramas =( My msn kept on disconnecting, it is as if my line would be blowN off the networK by jz a few gushes of wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, most of the afternoons when I'm all alone at home, I'm forced to do other stuffs like some vry light house chores and cook my own lunch, play some piano pieces err, tv and novels. Went jogging with my dad at times, although I prefer table tennis (datz if I manage curB or suppress the laziness within me).Suprisingly, my stamina is still as good, or perhaps better den b4 =p .Maybe I should consider joining the marathon with my dad.(Carmen, wanna join lehh.. adidas shirt, hahaha.Get well soon,kaY!)..., but by the end of the daY, as usuaL, I'll have a negative paybacK=&gt;&gt;&gt;muscle pain *-* Undeniably,...no matter what sports or activities ur involved in, it does Not only require ur stamina or strength, the utmost importance is the determinatioN to reacH the finishing line;self-motivation.,persistence and consistency. As a matter of fact,that's how successfuL people achieve their goals n how people remain strong eveN after stumbling upon failures....haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Despite being blessed with ample time the opportunity to sleep as early as 8pm everyday, I didn't do so. It's not that I didn't want to, I just couldn't. How nice if itz as easy as counting sheeps up to 100 at 8pm n before the finaL figure I could doze off...that reminds me of Mr.Bean...hahaha.But, of course..I could consider getting approximately 10 hours of sleep per day or more as more than luxurious^^ cuz zz-ing is a pleasure.(kimyeN's motto of life =p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's 1.58a.m in the morning and oddly enuf I'm still feeling fresh and awake, and alas, in mood to sign into my nearly abandoned blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SarMx0OxYOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HRN6KahkRlE/s1600-h/DSC02094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308280267015807202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SarMx0OxYOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HRN6KahkRlE/s320/DSC02094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few hours before this, I was busy carrying out an experiment .Again..hahaha.(dun worry, I didn't burn d house=p)Anyways, itz a lil weird baking so late at nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                          &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SarGhZnKTCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/B1-h2u0vrYU/s1600-h/DSC02096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308273387922672674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SarGhZnKTCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/B1-h2u0vrYU/s320/DSC02096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;errr, yuP I have to admit that it looks kinda plaiN and weird without some professional decorations...lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SarHswGaDpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/L6WOrwE6zdA/s1600-h/DSC02104.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SarHswGaDpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/L6WOrwE6zdA/s1600-h/DSC02104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308274682449497746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SarHswGaDpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/L6WOrwE6zdA/s320/DSC02104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Freshly-baked butter cake. This picture alone makes ur mouth water ryte??^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper for d daY=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;py, ly..do pray that I'll bring some to college dis tues.. =)&lt;br /&gt;With me honoured to guard the cake at home, I doubt that it will last for more than a day..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we have plenty of time dis sem**smiles** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-330448576689226802?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/330448576689226802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=330448576689226802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/330448576689226802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/330448576689226802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2009/02/howdy-viewers-sorry-for-bereft-pictures.html' title='holz'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6cAhG3rATM/SarMx0OxYOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HRN6KahkRlE/s72-c/DSC02094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-1380174538220173598</id><published>2009-02-04T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:31:46.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-eXaM syndrome =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After those weeks of distressing, excruciating and harrowing period, weeeeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm finally off, metaphorically, I would describe the feeling of being exam-free comparable to a convict who has just been released from jail..hahaha. praise the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Instead of happily getting ..what I call a luxurious nap, I didn't manage to accomplish this mission again. Blame the weather in Malaysia.Even after hours of having the air-cond blasting as if it is costless, my bed seems to be as hot as an oven in the afternoon~ So, rather than getting myself baked and toasted, I decided to switch on the com and update my beloved blog a.k.a rambling corner..keke.Heartbreakingly, I couldnt sign into d messenger although I've tried a number of times. Not only that, Mysoju( the website I frequently visit for Jap movies/dramas^^) is causing me problems as well. Sigh, Streamyx isn't dat efficient in serving itz users..or mayb there are countless of ignorant internet chokers over the net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, feeling bored, tired, sleepy and dull now...I wanna plaN my holidays so that not even a second slips out of my hand as time is very very precious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. eat, sleep, sleeP eat and eat sleeP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. 'touch' my sad, neglected piano..hahaha, and wipe off the dust(another prove that it's really being ignored)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. hang out :D and have lotza ice-CreaMM..(Baskin robins, preferrably :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. BurN my lecture and tutorial notes...hahahaha evil grin**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aih..better not, just dump it into a box, who knows, Mayb i'll need some reference in d future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. clear d wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. evaluate dramas or animes and mangas, thru reading their synopsis first, before deciding whether I'll start to watch them and get addicted later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. I wanna go Genting!!! who wanna follow or bring me go????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. yea, help my mummY with some house chores..she has been nagging this whole month for not helping her out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like everyone else, been setting this power-phrase called~ 'ExaM ma....' as a great excuse.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9.improve my manuaL driving skills..I'm still not good at it. Plus, itz my nature to have a bad sense of direction...can get lost easily, wakaka. And learn how to speed a lil...ya I know, my car lost to a trucK .LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. --------fill in the blanks---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. (any suggestions?? :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;next missioN= turN off the com and watch tv, yeaHH!! I'm so free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/5066888231374755687-1380174538220173598?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/1380174538220173598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=1380174538220173598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/1380174538220173598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/1380174538220173598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-those-weeks-of-distressing.html' title='Post-eXaM syndrome =)'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-733178674071067802</id><published>2009-01-21T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:11:30.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yaY</title><content type='html'>the students' registrar(or any1 concerned=p) has beeN so cruel to us...arranging 4 continuous papers,one after another whicH provides us zero capacitY to slacK and lose motivatiON...haiYa, how can they expect students who does revision at d verY last minute to exceL over a night...lalala.Pathetic. I needa master the ART OF CRAMMING!!hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling good; I am totally in the mood to blog now.FranKly speaking(typing), I kinda forgotten my password into dis blog and had a hard tiime recalling it. My access was denied, and after several attempts, I was finally welcomed here,lol...at least d Xm board did have mercY on us, to celebrate chInese new year, right before another 2 killer papers...like wat si denise said, we live for tmr' .As if there's no future ahead for us to care...(sweat &gt;.&lt;'') My heart cried out of relieved and was overwhelmed with joY today, hahaha...simply listening to the conventionaL chinese new year songs made me feeL so contented of life.yippie, hong pau na lai..lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as was bacK home, I flung my bag and tried to compensate my lack of sleeping time with a long long nap...but my plan didnt work at all. I couldnt doze off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm---- witnessed something significant thru my window todaY. only d ending part, unfortunately...wheN the snatch thief fled. everything happened in a split second, Poor neighbour, aLL she could do was to screaM wheN her belonging was snatched. Haih, the society is getting complicated..sOme uncivilised people wouldn't even thiNk rationally wheN they are too desperate for mOneY. WhY can't they do something legaL rather than facing the risK of being jailEd or fined? Everything doesn't come out of thIn air, particularly Wealth. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-733178674071067802?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/733178674071067802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=733178674071067802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/733178674071067802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/733178674071067802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay.html' title='yaY'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-8516070567170116725</id><published>2008-12-05T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:46:36.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, MyseLF and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alas, I managed to struggle through two coursework tests this week~courseworks are subtle killers....and here I am again, feeling free to update my bloggie :D yippie!!finally, I have the time of the WorlD(actually not, i'm just exaggerating, apparently) to post something here. Otherwise, this blog will end up being enveloped by spider webs, or worse still, I would even forget my password absent-mindedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I weird?or am I not...somehow, I feel a lil incomplete...as if I long for something, something that I couldn't really ascertain at this vry moment..an adventure, maybe/. I long for something which I've never done before, given a chance. Sould I take a day off, and deviate from my original lif3style, and do something totally different?? Something a liL more interesting than courseworks, assignments and my traditionaL way of relaxing sucH as placing my fingers onto the keyboard and starting to play the melancholic or eMotiOnaL songs (haha, I'm really addicted to such songs, seriously, they're soothing in a way)and listening to YirUMa's masterpieces.&lt;br /&gt;~ One of the virtuosic piano player and composer, who's music could aesthetically drive me into another world. ^^I personally ranK him as the best piano player and composer as his songs makez me picturise the scenic atmospheres that he was trying to portray thru the notes whenever I listen to them,haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, keluar tajuk oledi...resume to my point...I long for something totally different, ironically.. I love myself for who I am. God has blessed me with a pleasant life :D Somehow, humans thoughts are just unexplainable, we long for something which we don't have. Generally;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonds colour their hair blacK while the AsiaNs dye them blond or red&lt;br /&gt;Guys' nowadays style up their hair DEfyIng GravitY&lt;br /&gt;galz go for rebonding and stuffs like dat&lt;br /&gt;The rich wants to be poor, and the poor wants to be ricH~ mayBe&lt;br /&gt;And I wish for HolidaYS while some people just hate it&lt;br /&gt;etc etc...the list goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lotz to write,but I should stop here. I'm slacking, supposed to attempt my assignment questions and tutorials.Till then~SayoNara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~i wiLL be bacK~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-8516070567170116725?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8516070567170116725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=8516070567170116725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/8516070567170116725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/8516070567170116725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me, MyseLF and I'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-6458455530850907312</id><published>2008-11-13T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:05:13.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FriendshiP =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sum1 has mentioned that wheneva she enters my blog, all that she could C are those previous posts.hehe, so......&lt;br /&gt;I should make a grand entry for myself, music please~ lolz&lt;br /&gt;As what I've mentioned before, dear loyaL viewers, to me,my life in college is an on-going, circulating, everlasting phase...and here am I, standing hopelessly trapped in the midst of nowhere, struggling through the never ending tutorials, and doingthe very last minute or no preparation for courseworks...and then itz gonna be finals AGAIN... I shouldn't mention about this again and again here, or else, this blog will turn gloomy and leads you, readers into a world called boredoM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the boredom and miseries i'm having now, I can gladly say that my friends are the ones whom had brighten up my days....cheers*&lt;br /&gt;'FRIENDSHIP'. that's the word which could draw smiles on our faces, providing us valuable moments that we would treasure forever, unforgettable memories that would commemorate in our heartz and soulz 4eva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I would actually recall the sweet memories I had in secondary schooL days, years by years...it still seeMs to be fresH in my memory as if everything has just happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;For example, how I've met my best friends, the warm atmosphere in our class, my beautifuL school which is located near the hill, and surrounded by greeneries, how the 5sc1 students had actually adopted 2 cute little hamsters, and unfortunately, none of them survived(1 got poisoned and another has died of hunger) ...poor hamsters :( the memorable moments we had in our class chatting and laughing as if our brainz had gone haywire... etc etc. Everything that has happened in that alma mater has shaped and nourish my souL with happIness and has taught me the true meaning of friendsHiP .I feel so left out at times, as one by one, my friends are going elsewhere to further their studies..and weird enuf, it feels like they would never come back...this freaks me out @.@''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that friendshIp has the power to heal us from the anguish of loneliness...and true friends would lend us their shoulders to cry on, although their shirts would get wet=P&lt;br /&gt;so, treasure them while u can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-6458455530850907312?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/6458455530850907312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=6458455530850907312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/6458455530850907312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/6458455530850907312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='FriendshiP =)'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-1972676324042598313</id><published>2008-10-25T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:36:43.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't Life about trUst??</title><content type='html'>I'm back into the blogosphere world...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, I finally realized that this world is kindA compLicatEd, not as siMple and Ordinary as I've thought. Perhaps, i did realize that this is the reality(complicated world) ages ago, but i was kinda denying it as I was brought up in a simple, world, where the actions of the people around me clear and genuine...For instance, there's black and white, no grey in between.When you realize that someone is wrong, you just speak up, or spit out. That was the world was living in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I was just too naive. But I would rather think that everyone who treats others well, does it from the bottom of their hearts. Perhaps, you should think twice before accepting the smiles drawn to you as the genuine ones, and regard that they might be fake? Perhaps, you shouldn't regard that most people whom you meet are just acting gOod? If this is how the society thinks, wouldn't life be a struggle? If so, this world is undeniably a horrible and cruel place to live in............to live in a world full of fakers, to live in a world without trust and associate your friend's and acquaintances actions as selfish without even thinking from another perspective. I believe that almost everyone has some sort of comfort zone, where you mind your own problems and solve them, and at the same time, tolerating with others..and if you go beyond it, something bad will come after you..(if you don't get what i mean, nah, just forget about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that this world is full of jealousy and selfishness is not a good way to live a life, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;That's how I think, but, ain't this world a better place to live in if you trust others and regard everyone whom you meet as having no bad intentions or would not do something awful to hurt your feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winK**If this society is so negative, I am therefore glad that I've people around me whom I can trust. Life is about trust, and that's so true. If it was not because of trust, you wouldn't have gained any bestfriends in your entire lifE, prove me wrong.lolz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-1972676324042598313?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/1972676324042598313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=1972676324042598313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/1972676324042598313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/1972676324042598313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2008/10/aint-life-about-trust.html' title='Ain&apos;t Life about trUst??'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-1381038217880799123</id><published>2008-10-17T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:40:53.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the joURneY of LifE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life is not a bed of roses...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;there are always ups and downs that we ought to overcome or go through because that IS the journey of life. To think that you are the unluckiest person in the world is seriously a selfish behaviour, at least for a normaL persOn like me. There are times when I would just think about how unlucky I am over some minor incidents. Nevertheless, I would once in a while remind myself about how fortunate I am to have a great family, a dad who cares a lot about me, a mum who's so loving and protective, a brother who behaves like one ,hahaha..a warm and cozy house to shelter so that I wouldn't get struck by the lightning(here comes my confession~i am afraid of lightning&amp;amp;thunder at times &gt;&lt; ), a bunch of great, understanding friends who share almost the same memories in life and of course, I'm blessed to be healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mentioning about healthiness and happiness, there's a great drama which anyone who had watched it(the complete series without skipping any of the scenes or episodes=p) had at least shedded some tears or perhaps a litre of tears and got their heart moved by the based-on-true-story-drama=One LitRE of TearS. No matter you are a cold-blodded(or not), I wouldn't be suprised that your heart would be moved by a number of scenes in this Jap drama^^That is the most touching drama I have ever watched, which would constantly remind me about how fortunate I aM to be here, to attend a college, to be with my friends, and to have a future..and to plan it. Imagine if you are so normal, and one day...you can no longer walk on your own feet, unable to communicate , unable to attend college, no longer have a future and would die as a consequence of the sickness ----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The world would be a complete darkness and you would feel as though ur a piece of log, floating and heading nowhere, battling with the misfortune trying to survive a little longer......while the friends of yours are graduating, getting a carrier, travelling overseas, getting married and fulfilling their dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is as if your life is dooMed, no one would help you and you are living in a whole new world, a completely different world;a silent yet cruel and tormenting world. No matter how caring your friends are, it is impossible for them to grieve on your sickness, as they are now living in another dimension. No matter how good-looking you are, u might be dumped by your ah-so-loving-partner...unless he/she truly loves you for what you are .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A relative of mine had gone through the same thing, and it had obviously affected at least a bit of my emotions. Gifted with such high intelligence and great performance in academic, great personalities and good looks and talents, we would all have thought that the relative of mine was guranteed a great future. Yet, who would have imagined that such young lad could just pass away because of leukaemia at the age of 20???Time has passed but the courage and determination he had to live on had taught me an important lesson in life.Even merely the acceptance of having cancer at such young age needs a mountain of courage and motivation to live on.. therefore I am glad that I'm here as what I am now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-1381038217880799123?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/1381038217880799123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=1381038217880799123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/1381038217880799123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/1381038217880799123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2008/10/journey-of-life.html' title='the joURneY of LifE'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-5623965455490020623</id><published>2008-10-16T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:29:29.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing b3tTER to Do</title><content type='html'>i'm bOred, bored bored....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, am I actually blogging every 2 days??haha, it seems like i am severely addicted to blogging ever since i started to post the first one^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering since the first sem of my course (which is accounting), why do I have to end up here? shouldn't I enter some other courses which I am truly, deeeeeply interested in..?Something related to science or medic or psychology perhaps?? Similarly, my friends were of the same opinion about why we are here, studying something which is so-related-to-figures-and-calculators which is we have yet to find something that really suits us, and frankly, I don't have much determination and motivation to enroll in courses which acquires maximum anticipation to study constantly. Accounting  gurantees a stable job in future and provides wider options..yeah.So, accounting isn't a bad choice anyway, it is just that I don't seem to develop any passion or deeply fall for this particular course and its elements. This reminds me of a Malay proverb,'tak kenal maka tak cinta'. But, why I kenal already, why still tak cinta wann?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..I am so desperate to go to Genting now..so so so desperate.The weather is great there.(Hahaha, a bit out of topic, I know, this unfulfilled aspiration suddenly pops up in my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds ago while i was driven away by my thoughts while engrossly typing on the keyboard, i realized that this blog is filled with negativity. Should I post something more positive like foOD??or share my interests with you, viewers, like PiaNO, Music and stuffs like that? Maybe I should, WinK winK**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-5623965455490020623?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/5623965455490020623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=5623965455490020623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/5623965455490020623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/5623965455490020623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2008/10/nothing-b3tter-to-do.html' title='nothing b3tTER to Do'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-8997306312593815539</id><published>2008-10-15T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:56:42.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~DepressiON?~</title><content type='html'>Wonder how life in college can be so monotonous and mundane, well, it's not as fun as i pictured during my secondary schooL days with the hecticness as all the assignments are needed to be rushed to be handed in just in time, to finish tutorials so that u don't get busted for not coMpleting them, preparing for the courseworks one after another, not getting 10 hours of sleep( i used to do that during secondary schooL times),without any time for any adventurous events to add some spice in your life and just in a blink of an eye, it's finals!Then, we would finally enjoy the holidays for 2 weeks to catch our breath, which I would preciously spend my happiest moment in life chillin' out with friends and watching dramas and movies, finding tons of piano scores to play etc etc. It seems to be repetitious as a normal college student. And where i am standing now is the primary phase, which is the begining of the new sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about the long, repetitious list I have mentioned earlier makes me think that these miseries are going to make me drown in the world of helplessness...lalala. Am I complaining too much?Well, ain't this one of the reasons humanz blog?wink** I'm not dissatisfied with my life anyway, there are millions of people out there who are a million times less fortunate if i happen to compare my state with theirs relatively.Just that whenever I feel down, I think negativeLy. everything seems to be so duLL and graY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, i happened to come across the signs of depression &gt;.&lt;'' and some of the symptoms really fits..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;, have a look: you can’t sleep enough or you&lt;strong&gt; sleep too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;you feel worthless and &lt;strong&gt;hopeless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can’t control your negative thoughts, no matter how much you try&lt;br /&gt;you have lost your appetite or&lt;strong&gt; you can’t stop eating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of helplessness and &lt;strong&gt;hopelessness &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loss of energy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Psycho motor&lt;/span&gt; agitation or retardation&lt;br /&gt;Self-loathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concentration problems&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;huhh&lt;/span&gt;, am I depressed?? gotta be kidding. I'm absolutely NOT=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-8997306312593815539?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8997306312593815539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=8997306312593815539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/8997306312593815539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/8997306312593815539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2008/10/depression.html' title='~DepressiON?~'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066888231374755687.post-8368011163105529225</id><published>2008-10-13T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:53:42.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lif3 turned the other waY roUNd</title><content type='html'>life is just suffocating at times..and the feeling that the journey never ends make us think hard about our roles as individuals.No matter you're a guy or a gal, a student or a dropout, an xxx or a yyy, this word called-challenge.arghh, enuf of dis total crap!now my story begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a gurL, sometimes, i wonder what would the world be if by a total slip of fate i happen to be a guy, minus the personalities of a gal that a gal should have..hahaha. Will it be challenging and more interesting,maybe nOt?perhaps, yes..datz my point of view.Yeah, of course, everyone treats you politely,sweetly with much kindness and courtesy if you are a femaLe. But, nothing much other than these few benefits..You see, some guys swear all the time, and it doesn't look inappropriate(I don't wish to swear anyway), lesser restrictions whenever you want to hang out,compared to some girls, we have a list of questions like when, whom, where and how...??as the passport to exit(from home=p).Hmm, what else, life is safer,there's no fear of getting abducted and raped as long as the person who wants to victimise you isn't a gay(lol). Ohh yeah, u can indulge in the common and favourable world of brutality,which is on9 gaming(whoahaha..kill kill kill, dunno who kill who-but i wonder if it should be classified as a disadvantage or on d contrary)and the list goes on and on, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, some guys proved me wrong. "Where got wor, we all have to be gentleman..must pay for the food or movies whenever we go out. If not leh, not gentleman.Summore, kenot act too gentleman, if not looks fake." hahaha, yea, i suppose...that is the minus of being such a gender...^^And sadly, there are guys in this world who think that it is unCOOL to be a lil more nice, i thinK. Havto kekaLkan kemachohan..hahaz, weird=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong, i was not pointing on which gender is better and more superior or whatever similar, definitely not. my question wz merely,wiLL it be a lil mor3 InteresTing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066888231374755687-8368011163105529225?l=wintergalyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8368011163105529225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066888231374755687&amp;postID=8368011163105529225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/8368011163105529225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066888231374755687/posts/default/8368011163105529225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintergalyen.blogspot.com/2008/10/lif3-turned-other-way-round.html' title='lif3 turned the other waY roUNd'/><author><name>kiMyeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13697502547889686701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoMMCUysy94/TjXLS9Dv2FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DN9Bhi1eius/s220/080520111449-002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
