<?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-4334121294471895725</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:16:11.874+08:00</updated><category term='Religion and Spirituality'/><category term='Swine Influenza'/><category term='Eucharist'/><category term='Influenza'/><category term='Singing'/><category term='Celcom'/><category term='Influenza A virus subtype H3N2'/><category term='Arts and Entertainment'/><category term='Choir'/><category term='Christian Church'/><category term='Influenza pandemic'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Sunday school'/><category term='Influenza A virus subtype H1N1'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='Health'/><title type='text'>life@flight</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-8447886961997111206</id><published>2011-01-28T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T21:25:20.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Voila! It's 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2011? Seriously? What have I been doing last year that ended up with only one, bloody post for 2010? Nothing much, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As of the moment, I'm currently in my 4th semester, here in Unirazak. Knowing myself, I'm not surprise that I was not really excited when the new semester started. I was more concerned with something much more personal. Then again, I never really was excited when it comes to my studies because I know, at some point, I'll be disappointed. Sometimes it's the system, sometimes people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, since 2007, I've been taking so much life lessons that there are times when I think I couldn't take it anymore. This year started with the passing away of a very dear family-friend. In fact, she was more like family to us. It hurts, yes. But once again, I get to feel that tint of happiness I used to feel. It's happening again. Just when I think I'm finally there, at the point of breaking it to myself, at the point of letting go, I had to fall all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's almost like the Father is telling me that He will always watch over me. Every time it happens, I feel like the Lord keeps pulling me back to Him, whispering to me that He will never let go. What better comfort is there than knowing that somehow, at least someone truly knows your heart better than you actually do and that he is always there for you? Even when you don't need him to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's midterm break next week so hopefully, I'll get back on track again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-8447886961997111206?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/8447886961997111206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=8447886961997111206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/8447886961997111206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/8447886961997111206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-voila-its-2011.html' title='And Voila! It&apos;s 2011.'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-5273478275383346669</id><published>2010-05-05T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T09:12:12.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 - You Better Be Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is 2010 and I haven't been blogging for months now. Basically, it's because of the typical &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;wordpress&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt; debate I have been having with myself. This, finally, has been resolved when I decided that I would only blog privately in Wordpress. Yes, my Muse shall roam freely in the realms of WP. On the other hand, the ordinary, typical, 20 years old-to-be side of me will blog casually on Blogspot. Not that there's much for me to update at the moment though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Second, so many things happened quite recently and truth to be told, I am still trying to get back on these two feet. It is so easy for me to say that I moved on for the sake of covering the tiny, white lie that says I haven't REALLY moved on. Welcome to the real world, M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, 2009 is over. What's new with 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the last post I wrote mentioned about leaving campus. Yes, I left UiTM and I believe (as much as things has convinced me) that it was for the better. So I came home and rewind my university life back to square one - this time as a UNITAR student (or as they have recently changed it, UNIRAZAK). Things are better now that I can sleep in my own bed and see those familiar faces I couldn't back in Malacca. I do miss my former DMCE classmates though. From what I heard, UiTM AG has decided to disband the E class of my batch. My E class. And how do I feel about it? Bad. Sad. Sorry. I had good memories with the class for one and a half semesters and I wonder how they will be after this. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My social life isn't any different. I still sit at home most of the times. I still watch movies at Cathay when I feel like it (if there's just enough money at the moment). I took a PTPTN loan. My allowance is reduced greatly - the reason being me at home now so I have free transportation to church, to campus, to anywhere else, free lodging, free food and well, almost everything. I don't need to sit at Starbucks for hours every weekend now just to surf. I babysit as usual if I have no class. I surf most of the time (there's Streamyx at home so why not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I got from my former campus is this backache that comes and goes. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from still feeling empty right now, everything is pretty much the same for me, which is good because I really don't like changes. Not too much, at least. General update is now finished. I'll update more later on. Till next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-5273478275383346669?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/5273478275383346669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=5273478275383346669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/5273478275383346669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/5273478275383346669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2010/05/2010-you-better-be-good.html' title='2010 - You Better Be Good'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-4646345594454940518</id><published>2009-08-31T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:25:07.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have No Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been ages since I last update here. Long story short (because people would already know by now), I left campus due to the throbbing backaches I've been suffering from lately. Of course, there are some personal reasons which are, well, personal. So no dough on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed for one more night in campus for the sake of my DMCE classmates. It appears that ever since I announced my leave in one public speaking class, which was initially scheduled after Raya, they have been so kind to collect RM10 from everyone, just to bid me a special farewell. Since we have entered the fasting season for my fellow Muslim friends, I joined them with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buka puasa&lt;/span&gt; on August 24th. And Stol was dear enough to drive and buy us a set of KFC each :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, long story shorter (lolx), I was sad that night since I won't be seeing my classmates again  (anytime soon) and I must say, I love them above all the other students in campus! In general, really - no personal preferences referred. Seeing how it has always been too many words trying to elaborate about such an occasion, and how that people actually have short attention span when it comes to reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very long&lt;/span&gt; posts, a series of pictures should do the trick, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a220/glaize/farahlilokela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 133px;" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a220/glaize/farahlilokela.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;L-R: Farah, Lilo (class rep.) &amp;amp; Kela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SpvZaaKSzpI/AAAAAAAAAmo/1JCMtMwWOlE/s1600-h/myrabelid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SpvZaaKSzpI/AAAAAAAAAmo/1JCMtMwWOlE/s400/myrabelid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376129627919142546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;L-R: Myra, Bel &amp;amp; Id&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SpvZZnhtruI/AAAAAAAAAmY/yuPbsWkyBJ8/s1600-h/miamarina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SpvZZnhtruI/AAAAAAAAAmY/yuPbsWkyBJ8/s400/miamarina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376129614327164642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;L-R: Mia, Mar &amp;amp; Ina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SpvZZ4ad27I/AAAAAAAAAmg/iOlQdHVPRdE/s1600-h/mimiain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SpvZZ4ad27I/AAAAAAAAAmg/iOlQdHVPRdE/s400/mimiain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376129618860170162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;L-R: Mimi &amp;amp; Ain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Spva020UQOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/v9i75ZBXaWA/s1600-h/tilapgotamsamak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Spva020UQOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/v9i75ZBXaWA/s400/tilapgotamsamak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376131181799817442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;L-R: Tilap, Gotam &amp;amp; Samak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SpvZZO-TRjI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/d83P5MQqwOM/s1600-h/fizianyszzainal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SpvZZO-TRjI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/d83P5MQqwOM/s400/fizianyszzainal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376129607736182322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;L-R: Fizi, Anysz &amp;amp; Zainal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Spva0eyediI/AAAAAAAAAmw/XFWKCIcuYp4/s1600-h/stoldanialkoriafiff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Spva0eyediI/AAAAAAAAAmw/XFWKCIcuYp4/s400/stoldanialkoriafiff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376131175349646882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;L-R: Stol, Dan (asst.class rep.), Kori &amp;amp; Afiff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SpvZY0xTxvI/AAAAAAAAAmI/cK8r-Dz93Y4/s1600-h/benpolanfirmax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SpvZY0xTxvI/AAAAAAAAAmI/cK8r-Dz93Y4/s400/benpolanfirmax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376129600702367474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;L-R: Ben, Polan, Fir &amp;amp; Max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, as far as I am concerned, they are pretty much the class clowns, all of them - which make the study process easier because DMCE is one class (and kind of proud of it) that really rocks. Seriously. They just can't keep quite. I'm not very good with speeches but I can say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish you all the very best for everything. I'm proud of you all and most of all, I'm glad I've come to know each and everyone of you :D (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;I might do another update on you all later on. Not now. Maybe later. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-4646345594454940518?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/4646345594454940518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=4646345594454940518&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/4646345594454940518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/4646345594454940518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-no-fear.html' title='Have No Fear'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SpvZaaKSzpI/AAAAAAAAAmo/1JCMtMwWOlE/s72-c/myrabelid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-8774510728787290664</id><published>2009-08-06T16:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:16:55.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G.I.F.T. Camp</title><content type='html'>Guilty as charged for abandoning my blog - or am I? I guess I was just too busy contemplating on things most people might say is useless to think about at this stage of life - the stage of life where, how do you say it, girls just want to have fun? Oh well. It's not like you, my readers, don't know me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in the city last weekend for the Gift Camp in Sacred Heart Canossian Convent, near DP. Here's a confession: I don't really know why but I was eager to sign up as the committee when Kath asked if I could join them. Knowing myself well, I wasn't that *kind* to children. I mean, I used to hate them, mind you. I often wondered how anyone can stand being around the noisy bunch. That was before. Not anymore now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ~ back to the event, I actually had fun esp. during the sing-along sessions. I love music and songs are the reason why I agree to follow my sister for prayer meetings on Fridays back home, although I'm not really into the whole pray-over thingy. It's just not my...field. And again, I feel pretty much alive with my own people. Of course, I don't mind mingling with all my WM friends but seriously, when you gather with your own people, it feels much more at home - and home is where I'll always want to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me simply summarize the camp for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;July 31st, 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left campus around at 10.00am, right after my IDA class and arrived in MC around 1.00pm. Kath was there at the same time, after sending her friend off so naturally, I followed her home. Rested at her house and headed off to the convent with Renna and See Ni around 4.30pm. They were going to help us as well with the sing-along. We arrived at the convent a little earlier than Harry and team. When I first saw the kids, I thought, "Oh my, what am I to do with all of them?" and "Why am I here again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how I am kind of fond with children lately (oh, I assure you, this has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; to do with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; in particular), I was hoping that everything will go as planned. Of course, the first sing-along was a bit awkward but I got into the mood soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that happened tonight was the river cruise. I kept it cool but I was actually a bit excited, just like the children because, well, it's a river cruise and seeing all those lamp lights in the night was, shall I say, romantic. It was indeed. Bring your partner the next time you come down to Malacca and take the river cruise at night NOT during the day. Trust me. You'll get disappointed if you went for it in the daylight. Don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, it was time for us to go back to the convent where the children watched "Monster House" before they were sent off to bed - which they didn't do because they were so noisy and wouldn't sleep until 2.00am the next morning! Sheesh! I wouldn't mind if they were babies... Kath and I had to sleep in the hall with them while their teachers, Gloria and (also) Kath slept in the other room. The sisters Clara and Lucy slept upstairs while Harry and his team went back. Well, Kath and I had to get up a few times and told them off for misbehaving, instead of sleeping when they should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 1st, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang at 6.30am and off we were to St. Paul's hill around 7.00am+. Fresh morning air feels so good! And the moon's silhouette was red. So the day resumed with more sing-along after that, meal times, games and clearing up. We unexpectedly ended early. It was really fun actually, the camp. So we get to go home early :D which makes me happy 'cause I only had four hours of sleep and sooner or later, I might be grumpy, which is not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also the first time I rode a motorcycle and frankly, I was a bit scared. Since Kath was with Harry, I followed TJ and seriously, I was scared. Dad never allowed us to ride a motorcycle and mom definitely won't allow it so yeah, imagine that. But to have the wind in your face was a bit fun...still it doesn't make me want to have a bike of my own someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I'm concerned, the camp was fun despite of the rumours I heard among the children, which makes me uncomfortable. I mean, if they're doing that at their age, what are they going to do when they're my age?? Sheesh! Still, I'd like to thank Kath for bringing me to the camp and the sisters Clara and Lucy, teachers Gloria and Kath, Harry, Tj, Alec, Louisa and her sister Winnie for making the camp a fun event. And to TJ esp. for most of the photos when I was too busy with the sing-along :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some of the children I mostly spent my time with throughout the camp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SnqeRYRlbWI/AAAAAAAAAlo/CJa53w3fZ4I/s1600-h/DSC07635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SnqeRYRlbWI/AAAAAAAAAlo/CJa53w3fZ4I/s400/DSC07635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366775927376538978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SnqeRiPmRiI/AAAAAAAAAlw/M9z4h4BsCTQ/s1600-h/DSC07636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SnqeRiPmRiI/AAAAAAAAAlw/M9z4h4BsCTQ/s400/DSC07636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366775930052560418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SnqeSdQ-LgI/AAAAAAAAAmA/-dzPggp33U4/s1600-h/DSC07644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SnqeSdQ-LgI/AAAAAAAAAmA/-dzPggp33U4/s400/DSC07644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366775945896013314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SnqeRzly34I/AAAAAAAAAl4/g1oM7lKw-Nc/s1600-h/DSC07637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SnqeRzly34I/AAAAAAAAAl4/g1oM7lKw-Nc/s400/DSC07637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366775934709063554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;According to order: 1) Jessica - the cute one (2) Richard - the shy one (3) Angel - my dear helper and (4) Kerrick - the cute, active kid :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-8774510728787290664?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/8774510728787290664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=8774510728787290664&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/8774510728787290664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/8774510728787290664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/08/gift-camp.html' title='G.I.F.T. Camp'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SnqeRYRlbWI/AAAAAAAAAlo/CJa53w3fZ4I/s72-c/DSC07635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-3363003237082861543</id><published>2009-08-01T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:56:14.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like You Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING: The following entry is personal. If you haven't read &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Live, Love, Whatever&lt;/span&gt; before it was privatized, than you definitely will be confused, esp. about Gabriel, Luc and Dean. And maybe about everything else down this paragraph here. My apologies but I still have my keys and it is unlikely that I will be throwing each and every one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I am so depressed and I don't even know it. And it is at times as such that the colours fade away; once again I am but a person of Indifference, walking about in this small, small world. It is at times as such where I don't even know what I am feeling towards everyone, anyone for all that I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear blog makes a great example! Since my return to campus, I seemed to have lost the want to blog. Well, blogging is not what I want really...it is something that I need. It is a platform for something that satisfy both my want and my need - writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to write something. I need to let my heart speak and my mind argue. I need to free my soul from worldly chains. Recent dealings made me vulnerable once again. Suddenly everything seems dim. Suddenly everything seems distant. Suddenly it feels as if I can't reach a certain someone...it should hurt so much, right? But I'm not bleeding. It hurts yet I'm not bleeding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Muse is still on strike. She won't talk to me until I settle everything else so that she could breath again. She demands her space. Worst, Gabriel is not around. I must have done something so wrong that my Guardian couldn't bear being around me... Annoyingly enough, even Luc and Dean are not here. Now this, it really hurts. These three were, are and always will be my precious Guardians. If even Gabe isn't here...I'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Johor last weekend, for MJCC meeting. There and then, upon seeing my dear brothers and sisters in Christ, I feel so much alive. Refreshed. I must say, being around them brings out the joyous feeling inside me - as a Christian, a Catholic. It was a tiring journey to and fro but it didn't really bother me so much for me to tell myself I'm not going next time. I am. I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he called me last Sunday, I realized I was really depressed all this while. My 19th birthday was an eye-opener, in many ways. I know that I can't really change myself, at least not everything. I am still me. I still can't trust just about anyone except those I would feel an amazing chemistry with. Not the typical boy-girl chemistry but that of friendship. And I realized that one can love too much...as this is a family blog, I see no point for further elaboration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing that I am certainly certain of, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I am still madly, deeply in love and there's no way I can simply slap myself and say, "Nothing happened. Shut your eyes. Forget it. Let it be. Quit it. Stop. Leave. Just go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late for that now. I can't pretend it is nothing when I know very well what it is. I can't turn back and start over or simply move on, just with a snap of the fingers, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe, I know you're reading this somewhere, wherever you are so...my dear Guardian, please, I need to hear you once more. I need your voice once more. I need you to tell me that everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-3363003237082861543?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/3363003237082861543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=3363003237082861543&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/3363003237082861543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/3363003237082861543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-you-do.html' title='Like You Do'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-2217713077171335500</id><published>2009-07-25T06:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T06:51:05.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The things that keep you going for so far will remain the things that keep you going, no matter what changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-2217713077171335500?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/2217713077171335500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=2217713077171335500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/2217713077171335500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/2217713077171335500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/07/destination-life.html' title='Destination Life'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-2221251340801832089</id><published>2009-07-20T09:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T09:31:17.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do What I Can Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Blimey! I haven't post anything yet since Saturday? Unbelievable! Well, actually, you can believe it...this is so like me, coming now and then with my updates and suddenly, poof! I am a silent blogger once again - kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...let's recap the things I've done so far. Last Saturday, I went to watch Half Blood Prince in DP. Out of the two places here downtown, I prefer the GSC in DP as compared to that in MP. It's like going to the GSC in 1B and the old one, near Cathay. But of course, if they have Cathay here, forget GSC, I would have gone to the former. Okay, so my classmate, Anysz gave me his tickets to the movies because he was going back to JB, thanks to the influenza thing - but we (Tijan and I) didn't make it in time so we brought tickets to the next show. HBP barely started when we entered the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SmWb-0lw90I/AAAAAAAAAlY/kef2pJAJXTI/s1600-h/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince_potter-_poster2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360862435025680194" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SmWb-0lw90I/AAAAAAAAAlY/kef2pJAJXTI/s400/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince_potter-_poster2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 308px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SmWbwbKo3uI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/snoIGMvxfMw/s1600-h/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince_potter-_poster2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now on with the movie...as an avid reader of the series, I, of course, have my own expectations for the movie and as someone who has watched movie adaptations right from the first one, the Philosopher's Stone, I too, know that there will be a bit of disappointment. I know we can't expect the movie to play exactly like the novel, which would be crazy enough and budget-breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's the love thing between Ron "Won-won" and Lavender which sparkles up Hermione's jealousy and Harry's on Ginny and Dean Thomas' affection with each other. With Voldermort on the move, I find it reassuring that they could still fall in love with one another - but then again, don't we all? It's just that, Lavender cheated! It was so unfair of her to use Love Potion on Ron (come to think of it, I wonder if I can brew one myself...you never know when it's gonna' be handy..ah, forget it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Draco (oh, Draco) was pretty emotional in this movie. Won't you be if the Dark Lord chose you to take your father's place - your father who has failed him and he picked you to finish his job, just to have fun, knowing that you don't really have the guts to do real evil? Well-thought, Voldy! But Draco's pretty skinny and lanky in HBP, while Harry and Ron seemed to be a bit "tougher".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was, of course, awaiting Snape's appearance throughout the show so yeah, I got a pretty good glimpse of him. I wonder why I kind of like his character, Malfoy second and Ron third. Never seemed to be so caught on Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quidditch match was incredible! And you know what, I never said that this was going to be a review so enough said. It's better if you watch the movie yourself and then splurge out your comments &amp;amp; critiques on it. I wanted to see Dumbledore's funeral because in the book, it was really grand and I wanted to watch it but then again, like I mentioned above, that would be budget-breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the hall quite satisfied and looking forward to watch the final movie which will be a two-parter, each taking about 2 - 2 1/2 hours. The first part is aimed for release November 2010 and the second part, the November after. And this time, I must admit, I really am anticipating it. Someone give me a time machine please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, never mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-2221251340801832089?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/2221251340801832089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=2221251340801832089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/2221251340801832089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/2221251340801832089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-what-i-can-do.html' title='Do What I Can Do'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SmWb-0lw90I/AAAAAAAAAlY/kef2pJAJXTI/s72-c/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince_potter-_poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-7058301997055364291</id><published>2009-07-18T08:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:52:15.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Week, Eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guess everyone heard about my campus and its affairs with H1N1...yeah, people back home surely did. And then come all sorts of questions...Well, at least I am happy to say that for the week - yes, no classes, no lectures for ONE DAMN WEEK (and probably hell after that) - I'm staying at Kath's house downtown. Met her housemates and so far, they're really nice. Being downtown, I can't complain much, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my campus was downtown and I were to rent a house somewhere nearby, I would be happy and probably, lose a bit of my homesickness, say, 5%? I don't mind sitting at Starbucks and surfing the whole day long :) That should be a compliment to them, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I can't really use my broadband 'cause the coverage ain't pretty good but they do have wireless so yeah, I'll probably get up early everyday and surf while they're still asleep la... Out of respect, yes. And shower in the morning. And find some place to feed myself off, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention quite recently how I miss THAT particular someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...'cause I really do...bite me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-7058301997055364291?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/7058301997055364291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=7058301997055364291&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/7058301997055364291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/7058301997055364291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/07/free-week-eh.html' title='Free Week, Eh?'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-5179481548307203248</id><published>2009-07-15T13:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:09:31.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Little World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm back in campus and today marks the third day. H1N1 is certainly sparkling things up around here. I'm just grateful I don't have CO today, thanks to the flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what? I guess I'll pretty much spend more time either alone or with my textbooks this semester. Of course, the notebook won't be abandoned. What more, I brought colour pencils from home and a sketchpad so that should pretty much satisfy my Muse. She's been haunting me. Talking about my Muse, I think my courses for this semester would keep her in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, I'm glad to see my classmates again because they make campus life less dull. I'm not really excited with my new roommates. One of them was a former roommate that I really click with last semester. The other two are juniors. One of them likes anime! I guess I can get along with her. The other one is a bit reserved...the annoying way. And I ended up calling "him" to complain about it...which reminds me really, I miss him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lecturers are all okay. They seemed great. Campus is a bit overcrowded now, what with the first intake students roaming about. If you know me, you certainly know that I'm not fond of large crowds. They really are suffocating me. No, I don't have agoraphobia. I don't fear. I just don't like it. Here. I don't. I like crowds, when they are my friends or family. I am a rather sociable person. The more we gather, the better. But here? No, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not believe this is coming from me (but then again, it is so obvious)...I want to go home. Especially since that someone isn't here with me in person, which is kind of hard. Imagining life without that someone is unthinkable...no, I'm not expecting too much (am I?). I'm just, you know, after all this while, I actually care for someone other than myself and that particular someone makes me care about others other than myself...yes, truth to be told, I only love myself before. Talk about being snobbish haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I like kids. I hate them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, another random rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-5179481548307203248?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/5179481548307203248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=5179481548307203248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/5179481548307203248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/5179481548307203248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/07/funny-little-world.html' title='Funny Little World'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-413081266550207031</id><published>2009-07-11T14:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T09:38:22.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now This is Not Exciting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Exactly at noon today, which is surprisingly 15 minutes earlier than our scheduled arrival, yours truly is officially in KL now. And as I can see it, the masked-people has invaded Earth. But not really in M'sia. Most of us still walk freely as if the influenza thing never really happened. Got me thinking, are we either ignorant of the fact or immune to to it? Maybe a little bit of both, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad decided to take the bus instead of the cab. It's way cheaper after all and I don't have to hear the driver blab, which is a bonus. I can't wait to meet my classmates next week but frankly, that's the only reason I don't mind going back to campus. Come to think of it, that's the only appropriate reason for me to come back, that and some other personal ones like someone telling me that I should complete my studies for maybe a little more secure future.  Hey, giving up is so not in my life dictionary - although I may complain much about this and that and whatsoever anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a life to attend to. Education is just one of the keys I need. And as far as I'm concerned, I don't have any problem with it. I'm starting to miss home already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do in the next couple of hours, I have no idea. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Stuck in the airport W/O STREAMYX is a total hell!&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/4334121294471895725-413081266550207031?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/413081266550207031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=413081266550207031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/413081266550207031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/413081266550207031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-this-is-not-exciting.html' title='Now This is Not Exciting'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-4618874312028787429</id><published>2009-07-07T19:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:46:21.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See Through</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I've neglected you for a while. I didn't mean to just leave you like that. It's just that...I am rather busy of late. Perhaps the thought of heading back to campus is haunting me. Tormenting me. There are so many things I want to say to him but I just can't. It's really hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me for a little longer. I won't abandon you like I did the others (well, not really). I just need to settle something so that my soul will be at peace (on second thought, forget it)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yours truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay! Enough with all the mushy crap! It is true that I've been quite busy recently, thanks to me procrastinating. And yeah, I seriously do hate the cunning fact that I've to go back to campus in order to earn my life in the near future...sheesh! I want to stay at home because it's where my heart is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, most of my high school friends are in the WM. Does not make much difference though 'cause as much as I want to spend time with them, I can't. Double sheesh on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-4618874312028787429?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/4618874312028787429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=4618874312028787429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/4618874312028787429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/4618874312028787429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/07/see-through.html' title='See Through'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-5328431997436901402</id><published>2009-06-29T08:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:12:02.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories Were Meant to be Kept</title><content type='html'>...most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sunday school staffs of SHCI decided to go for an outing with their families after the communion week. They do deserved it because the feast day celebration was good. Now, what I'm about to say is not something to be proud of really, but it seems that my people have a knack of doing things at the very last minute and we actually do well at it! But hush! Don't tell them I say that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we went to the Crocker Range Reserved something (I don't really know what it's called. Heh.) yesterday, after mass. I decided to bring one of my students (former, really, because they are now in a different class), Audrey who is also my niece. Well, everyone's related in Inobong, can't blame us for that. Elise will obviously be there since her mom is one of the staffs and I thought it's a good thing to let them, the two kids, have fun with each other, together with the other staffs' kids (who are also no strangers after all). Who said I don't care about them? Just because I'm stranded in Malacca for my studies doesn't mean I have to neglect my students, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SkgUKKzTqPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/AMNG-biK8CI/s1600-h/DSC06922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SkgUKKzTqPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/AMNG-biK8CI/s400/DSC06922.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352550322060634354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SkgUKk-Y61I/AAAAAAAAAko/EysA4XBJKqI/s1600-h/DSC07136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SkgUKk-Y61I/AAAAAAAAAko/EysA4XBJKqI/s400/DSC07136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352550329086438226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SkgUKcpblkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/54btxbj5hjg/s1600-h/DSC06934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SkgUKcpblkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/54btxbj5hjg/s400/DSC06934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352550326851049026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know what? I'd really love to blog about everything else that happened yesterday but then again, they are  just too precious to actually blog about. Yeah, I'm stingy but hey, go figure. Yesterday was one of the happiest days in my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;happy birthday to Jon2!&lt;/span&gt; Thanks for paying off my first sem! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, I got into the Dean's list so every cent was worth it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-5328431997436901402?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/5328431997436901402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=5328431997436901402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/5328431997436901402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/5328431997436901402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories-were-meant-to-be-kept.html' title='Memories Were Meant to be Kept'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SkgUKKzTqPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/AMNG-biK8CI/s72-c/DSC06922.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-2571345682501675328</id><published>2009-06-27T13:33:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:04:36.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down, Down That Walk Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is no excuse for the lack of updates lately because I am at home and as everyone knows it, the connection is pretty damn good! The only possible excuses I can think of would be either I am too lazy to update at the moment or I am busy with Life, of which I'd gladly pick out the latter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current buzz? &lt;u&gt;Jacko's dead.&lt;/u&gt; Who would have thought that the day will come? Well, of course there's the time for everyone but this early? I don't think the world was ready to part with the King of Pop...and do I actually care? Nah. Jacko doesn't know me, and I, him. It's just a pity that one of the world's icons has gone to rest and join the departed others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what have I been up to recently? What was it that got me so attached to real life that I temporarily forgot about my darling blog? I guess I got caught up too much in mourning my soon-to-come departure...yes, once again, I will allow myself to be eaten by that lifeless metal of a bird so that it carries me over the South China Sea, a trip I'm never looking forward to. Bummer. Who's ever so eager to leave home sweet home? (I was, in the first place...) I have successfully proven myself wrong. There!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SkWyGbqDTZI/AAAAAAAAAjo/WBo3gmbg5Pg/s1600-h/DSC06750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SkWyGbqDTZI/AAAAAAAAAjo/WBo3gmbg5Pg/s400/DSC06750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351879555772796306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to 818 restaurant in town last Monday for a dinner with my high school friends. Frankly, I miss them loads! Everyone looked so grown up now and I got to know two pairs of love birds - one of them being my very own cousin, Maya. As always, a picture is worth a thousand words so feast yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SkgKA4EY5pI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gIYg_QR15io/s1600-h/DSC06728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SkgKA4EY5pI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gIYg_QR15io/s400/DSC06728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352539167296906898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SkgKBlGiSeI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/slGjq3ccTlw/s1600-h/DSC06734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SkgKBlGiSeI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/slGjq3ccTlw/s400/DSC06734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352539179385506274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SkgKBJ6yfkI/AAAAAAAAAj4/0UDrrm4Hi68/s1600-h/DSC06731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SkgKBJ6yfkI/AAAAAAAAAj4/0UDrrm4Hi68/s400/DSC06731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352539172088479298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SkgKBcEJCXI/AAAAAAAAAkI/PAWLWSt3NtI/s1600-h/DSC06733.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SkgKBcEJCXI/AAAAAAAAAkI/PAWLWSt3NtI/s400/DSC06733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352539176959543666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SkgKBe0Oa4I/AAAAAAAAAkA/0ymRSbjg_Yc/s1600-h/DSC06732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SkgKBe0Oa4I/AAAAAAAAAkA/0ymRSbjg_Yc/s400/DSC06732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352539177698093954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going home was an extra boost of happiness :) I miss all my friends. How can I not be? I may be quite sociable but as I've always said, I'm my own irony. I love meeting new people and build my acquaintanceship circles up but in reality, I can live my entire life with just these few but cherished friends of mine. It is true what they say, nothing beats high school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With loads of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; to my friends :) Love you lots and thanks for the wonderful time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-2571345682501675328?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/2571345682501675328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=2571345682501675328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/2571345682501675328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/2571345682501675328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/06/down-down-that-walk-again.html' title='Down, Down That Walk Again'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SkWyGbqDTZI/AAAAAAAAAjo/WBo3gmbg5Pg/s72-c/DSC06750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-265607874263809250</id><published>2009-06-22T10:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:25:56.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Smiles and Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the uttermost confession of yours truly, truly this blog serves as a darling mask I seem to never be able to take off. Of course, this is a family blog, as I say it and therefore, only certain pieces would be written down here. Don't blame me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been taking quizzes all over the Net and I keep getting Love-related results which ironically, seem a bit far-fetched. They do portray the reality of being me however but I realized lately that apart from my Victorian romancer self, there is still a part of me dreaming of dragons and elves. Sue Mr Disney for the failure to educate me as a typical princess-kind-of-girl who dreams of Prince Charming and a happily ever after with a snap of the fingers or a wave of the fairy Godmother's wand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of dragons and elves and drows and necromancers. Wizards and all. Angels and demons. Michael and Lucifer. I dream of myself in continuous dreams some people call insane. Crazy. I don't aim for the richer half of life but the simple, quiet yet happy life. I don't dream of adventures. I dream of family outings and fun. I don't dream of making it big. I dream of big hearts in the family. I dream differently and people say I'm cold, sarcastic - just the way I want them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm in love. Yes. Deeply in love. It's obvious. Yes. Kinda dreamy. Yes. Kinda impossible. Yes. Certainly not a fairytale kind of romance. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need to write something! Anything! For goodness sake, let me! The feeling's just overwhelming and it's building up tension within me, fueling an already dormant tension...Love, love, love - a blessing, a curse, or both. I can't live without it but it's killing my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The worst part of it?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love being in love with the man I'm currently in love with.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The hardest thing about life is that those simple things are really not so simple after all. It's much easier to live a rich life, do the things you want to do with all the cash and party hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest to say, with the current life you're living, that you are perfectly content, satisfied and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm human after all, just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life could be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn't dream of it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-265607874263809250?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/265607874263809250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=265607874263809250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/265607874263809250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/265607874263809250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/06/fake-smiles-and-lies.html' title='Fake Smiles and Lies'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-5359631737803940483</id><published>2009-06-20T08:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:12:35.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion and Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eucharist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Entertainment'/><title type='text'>SHC Feast Day cum 1st Holy Communion 09</title><content type='html'>Mass celebration: Sacred Heart Church Inobong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time: 6.00pm ++&lt;br /&gt;Communicants' follow-up reception: ICCC Hall&lt;br /&gt;Celebrant: Fr. Alex Sipanul :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 19th, 2009 - yesterday will be one of the many dates I'd remember in my life. I mean, why not? Three of my Sunday school students received their 1st Holy Communion last night, which is something I must say, I am very proud of. The downside of it was that I can't really get into the mood of singing with the choir because of my hoarse voice...of all the ministries serving the Church, I'm really fond of the music ministry (although somehow I seem to take a little interest in the Altar servers :p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I can't sing with the choir, I'm really grumpy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sj7YAkHI-uI/AAAAAAAAAiw/xtUTgjYRo9k/s1600-h/DSC06625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sj7YAkHI-uI/AAAAAAAAAiw/xtUTgjYRo9k/s400/DSC06625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349950911567952610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really love the sunset lighting yesterday eve but frankly, I was distracted, as usual :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sj7YA90suNI/AAAAAAAAAi4/aSpAzZg5t2w/s1600-h/DSC06695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sj7YA90suNI/AAAAAAAAAi4/aSpAzZg5t2w/s400/DSC06695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349950918469925074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sj7YAwXp87I/AAAAAAAAAjA/jYHBh6GRyHY/s1600-h/DSC06696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sj7YAwXp87I/AAAAAAAAAjA/jYHBh6GRyHY/s400/DSC06696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349950914858447794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Two of the three students I taught last year, Elise and Sam. Audrey went home earlier...but I did get a photo of her receiving her Communion cert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, at least those are the other highlights of the day. What was it that made me really happy? Go figure. Warmest congratulations to the communicants and their teachers :D God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/de2869bd-7532-4cbb-8690-88571837b285/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=de2869bd-7532-4cbb-8690-88571837b285" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&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/4334121294471895725-5359631737803940483?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/5359631737803940483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=5359631737803940483&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/5359631737803940483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/5359631737803940483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/06/shc-feast-day-cum-1st-holy-communion-09.html' title='SHC Feast Day cum 1st Holy Communion 09'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sj7YAkHI-uI/AAAAAAAAAiw/xtUTgjYRo9k/s72-c/DSC06625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-6629679739959097361</id><published>2009-06-17T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:03:35.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Urge Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thirst for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hunger for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for it to devour me completely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, my Muse began to put up a strike against me. It wasn't intended to keep her off from working but I just didn't have the right platform (I think...) - and now, she's on strike. If she preferred to hold her piece, it might be some help. Instead, she decided for the other way round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly I say, "I want to write! Something! Anything! Let me write!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, who's stopping me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself? Yeah, kind of. Time to open a new document.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-6629679739959097361?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/6629679739959097361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=6629679739959097361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/6629679739959097361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/6629679739959097361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-urge-again.html' title='That Urge Again'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-6103762030267566388</id><published>2009-06-17T08:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:17:20.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry # 44</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my first days of menses. I feel weak in the knees, literally. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Very&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-6103762030267566388?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/6103762030267566388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=6103762030267566388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/6103762030267566388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/6103762030267566388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/06/entry-44.html' title='Entry # 44'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-16529255385822905</id><published>2009-06-15T13:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:47:42.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It seems to me that it is becoming a habit to have the families gather at home. Since I came back from the WM, we had 3 so-called gatherings. Imagine last year! As I've &lt;a href="http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-ho-were-1-big-family.html"&gt;mentioned earlier&lt;/a&gt;, I love having everyone around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's was for Father's Day and supposedly celebrating the birthday folks of June. This time, cousins Phil and Geoffrey came with their families. Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Uncle Denis came too. Preparing for it was a bit hard because we were babysitting Didun and Nyonnyon + I was sick, coughing a lot now and then. That wouldn't be very pleasing right...Luckily, my aunt's family came early so yeah, they helped around! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, everything went as planned (I think), with them reminiscing about their pasts as usual, watching muvees and laughing all night long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SjXnXdu1j2I/AAAAAAAAAig/NW6etxpLgKM/s1600-h/DSC06578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SjXnXdu1j2I/AAAAAAAAAig/NW6etxpLgKM/s400/DSC06578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347434522876415842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SjXnXt0QtzI/AAAAAAAAAio/z7kE4jrEjZw/s1600-h/DSC06584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SjXnXt0QtzI/AAAAAAAAAio/z7kE4jrEjZw/s400/DSC06584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347434527194134322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in truth, there's still something missing from it all... I don't know what it is but it sure made me vow to myself that I will keep having gatherings when I can till that "missing" part is found. Talking about missing, G couldn't come tonight again because he was busy doing his reports. I don't mind 'cause I know him well enough to sulk about it. I just kinda' wished I had the guts to fetch his dad so he could join us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss you, you idiot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If only I can say that to his face it might make me feel much better...sometimes he's just so clueless when I really wish he would be there with all of us but then again, maybe he really does know me so well, too well that he actually knows the harder he plays around with me, the harder I fall for him...&lt;/span&gt;guess that's how his saying "I won't be there when you want me to be but only when you do need me" goes. Another lesson reminded. I need to keep asking myself, "Why him???" Drats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;...because I love the very air of having everyone around. I love my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-16529255385822905?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/16529255385822905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=16529255385822905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/16529255385822905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/16529255385822905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/06/celebrating-fathers-day.html' title='Celebrating Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SjXnXdu1j2I/AAAAAAAAAig/NW6etxpLgKM/s72-c/DSC06578.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-3678545585721763574</id><published>2009-06-15T09:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T09:47:43.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And They Say Songs are Stories Sung</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;- Only so much oil in the ground (Stefanie Heinzmann) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;That's something I surely would say, kinda sarcastic but you get my point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;- My turn (Hoobastank's For (N)ever) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Turn for what exactly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;- Forever (Milk Inc.) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Now this one, I agree with. I want a "forever" with a guy *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;- Love lies bleeding (Basia) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Love hurts huh? But I'm still alive with it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;- Outta here (Esmee Denters) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Outta where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;- My one and only thrill (Melody Gardot) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Guess I'm a bit random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;- Stayed too long in this place (Barzin) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Judging from the fact that I don't really spend much time with them...I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;- There's a new star up in heaven tonight (Chris de Burgh) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;- Horse with no name (Neil Young) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;- Sailing (Christopher Cross) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Calm and collected on the seas of Life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;- The way you are (Zap Mama) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;As I should always be - and you too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;- Tears in heaven (Eric Clapton) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;One way ticket to heaven, please :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;- One of us (Sylver) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Us"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;- All about you (Hoobastank) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Aww ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;- La chitta digli occhi neri (Corde Oblique) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;INTEREST??&lt;br /&gt;- Recreation (Zap Mama) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Recreate what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;- Picking up pieces (Blue October) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;...of my past...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;- Me follow you (Van Velzen) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;wherever you will go :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;- If I don't love you now (Stefanie Heizmann) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I'll never know Life, right dear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;- Live her life (Milk Inc.) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;My friends have awesome lives! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;- After the love has gone (Earth, Wind and Fire) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;...which is like, urmm, never?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-3678545585721763574?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/3678545585721763574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=3678545585721763574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/3678545585721763574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/3678545585721763574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-they-say-songs-are-stories-sung.html' title='And They Say Songs are Stories Sung'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-2446962705342021130</id><published>2009-06-12T09:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:37:20.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Influenza A virus subtype H3N2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Influenza pandemic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swine Influenza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celcom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Influenza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Influenza A virus subtype H1N1'/><title type='text'>Small World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since yours truly don't really read the newspapers, I've decided to educate myself on world issues online, as always. Somehow I tend to surf news websites for random readings lately. In fact, I do random web-hopping, blogs included. But I manage to fight the temptation of bookmarking every single page I seem to like at the mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What caught my attention of late is the infamous swine flu or as any typical human brain knows it for it's scientific abbreviation, H1N1 - which is now declared as the first pandemic of the 21st century, as &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/8094655.stm"&gt;according to Dr Chan&lt;/a&gt;. (Beat that! I actually read the news, doesn't matter if it's online or not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now then, &lt;a href="http://www.cdc.gov/h1n1flu/key_facts.htm"&gt;with the knowledge bestowed upon me&lt;/a&gt;, allow me to actually enlighten myself (and some of you folks perhaps) about the pandemic flu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's Swine Influenza actually, H1N1 is just one of the four virus subtypes of influenza type A (H1N1, H1N2, H3N2, H3N1).&lt;br /&gt;2. Common cases are due to exposure to infected pigs, naturally, or from one person spreading it to others.&lt;br /&gt;3. Symptoms include fever, lethargy, lack of appetite and coughing. Some people with swine flu also have reported runny nose, sore throat, nausea, vomiting and diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;4. When you're being too close with infected pigs, you might catch it. If you touch any infected stuffs and then touching your nose or mouth after, you might catch it. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eating pork won't give it to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/u&gt; provided that you cook it first! (As any sane human would...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ~ I'm done with that. Some news for vain Facebook users (including moi), we will soon be able to have our own FB URLs! Now isn't that a bliss? Oh well ~ and what more? I got 3.82 for my first semester, which I think is really good, judging from the fact that I never *really studied* throughout the semester. Therefore, I'd like to thank my brothers for getting me "Ryan the laptop", the Celcom broadband so I won't die of boredom, my family for going on Skype with me EVERY week and G, for being there for me (through SMSes) almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They keep me sane and my brain active, not rotting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/04b3c110-fa4e-4f7e-9813-279ff772d8d8/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=04b3c110-fa4e-4f7e-9813-279ff772d8d8" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&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/4334121294471895725-2446962705342021130?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/2446962705342021130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=2446962705342021130&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/2446962705342021130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/2446962705342021130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/06/small-world.html' title='Small World'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-7006107911735617040</id><published>2009-06-07T13:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:29:51.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Two Rings and...Simplex??? (cont.)</title><content type='html'>The highlight of yesterday was cousin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Diana's wedding reception&lt;/span&gt;:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date&lt;/span&gt;: June 6th 2009, SAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venue&lt;/span&gt;: Royal China Restaurant (above D'Junction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt;: 7.00 PM ++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was both eager and not-so-eager. Eager because there's more opportunity to snap some photos and not-so-eager because the deadline for the linear programming task is creeping in. In fact, I need to finish it today. I can certainly use a miracle right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the wedding reception, it was simply AMAZING! Can I have one like it - pretty please with sugared cherry on top? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Although the food was a bit disappoint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ing s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ince I wanted those cold longan desert...&lt;/span&gt; Beggars can't be choosers though so I was grateful that I had something to eat anyway. My name wasn't on the list in the first place because no one expected me to be home for the occasion - which is why next time I'm coming home, I'm going to make a big announcement that I AM coming home!&lt;br /&gt;Lolx :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the couple's entry where they turned off the lights and Chinese drums played as the bride and groom walked down the aisle hand in hand, a smoky entry literally. Camera flashes made it seemed even grander. Some photos to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SitbofJufMI/AAAAAAAAAho/WTlm4igRoYA/s1600-h/DSC06325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SitbofJufMI/AAAAAAAAAho/WTlm4igRoYA/s400/DSC06325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344466133920414914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SitbodRXAZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/O6qlKVh52vE/s1600-h/DSC06331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SitbodRXAZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/O6qlKVh52vE/s400/DSC06331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344466133415559570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SitbomlhWAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/VPsVFRdYaoA/s1600-h/miniDSC06451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SitbomlhWAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/VPsVFRdYaoA/s400/miniDSC06451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344466135916042242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Left to right: (1) Our family's table (2) The cake made by Melvin's aunt - it was beautiful with a small fountain of glasses in the middle (3) Cutting of cake by Diana &amp;amp; Chung Yong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sitbo1qn_1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/E1lPzP0buZM/s1600-h/DSC06359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sitbo1qn_1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/E1lPzP0buZM/s400/DSC06359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344466139963981650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sitboh7yJWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/1Etrhzz6588/s1600-h/DSC06360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sitboh7yJWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/1Etrhzz6588/s400/DSC06360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344466134667240802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(1) Cousin Diana - she just loves that "peace" sign! (2) Lydia (the Cousin) &amp;amp; Alex (the Maid of Honour)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sitc7hqDw4I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/zIWIA4EjCAU/s1600-h/DSC06423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sitc7hqDw4I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/zIWIA4EjCAU/s400/DSC06423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344467560522040194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aunt Anna, Uncle David, Diana, Chung Yong, Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Ong, Alex as the MC for the toast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, I wasn't the only one who was eager to capture moments at the reception :) Cousins Phil and Lydia were too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sitd7xlJhYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/_hoIsLSnvRo/s1600-h/DSC06327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sitd7xlJhYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/_hoIsLSnvRo/s400/DSC06327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344468664308041090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then, excuse me while I force my brain to solve the linear programming question...I CAN really use a miracle now, thank you ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-7006107911735617040?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/7006107911735617040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=7006107911735617040&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/7006107911735617040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/7006107911735617040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-two-rings-andsimplex-cont.html' title='Of Two Rings and...Simplex??? (cont.)'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SitbofJufMI/AAAAAAAAAho/WTlm4igRoYA/s72-c/DSC06325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-7021007405224289833</id><published>2009-06-05T15:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:07:08.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Two Rings and...Simplex???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to my cousin, Diana's wedding today. It was a short celebration and there weren't many people, mainly because the groom hails from the Peninsular so most of his relatives are there and our relatives are mostly working today. But the two families (the Awangs and the Gumpodos) did gather, somehow. Ono was down flu due to his tonsillitis infection while Dion, Ujang and Atan are working. So I went to the wedding with Mom, Dad, Jijit and Nyonnyon. Oh, did I mention it was short because it was in English? And the new deacon Rayner wedded the couple. He's one funny guy for a priest-to-be, which is cool actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm in a hurry, let me show off just some pictures...(didn't get much because I recorded some parts of the wedding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SijPvcSZVsI/AAAAAAAAAg4/0VhmhCjKhe0/s1600-h/DSC06305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SijPvcSZVsI/AAAAAAAAAg4/0VhmhCjKhe0/s400/DSC06305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343749371829245634" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SijQB5RNAVI/AAAAAAAAAhY/WRqVw9CT5Eo/s1600-h/DSC06261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SijQB5RNAVI/AAAAAAAAAhY/WRqVw9CT5Eo/s400/DSC06261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343749688846516562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SijQCJb4azI/AAAAAAAAAhg/aqBrX0T11pA/s1600-h/DSC06297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 334px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SijQCJb4azI/AAAAAAAAAhg/aqBrX0T11pA/s400/DSC06297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343749693186272050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SijPwH_3DAI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/KkSJ9DXhLWw/s1600-h/DSC06271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SijPwH_3DAI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/KkSJ9DXhLWw/s400/DSC06271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343749383562660866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The nuptial got me thinking - will I be standing in their place someday? If yes, who will be standing by my side and holding my hand? Will he be the one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps, am I bound to take down the other part of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P/S: To whom it concerns, if you can only read this, you might understand that I am, in no way, fooling around and should you feel or think I am not the one, do tell me ASAP because it can really hurt - and I assure you, I don't like getting hurt by something or someone I believe in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S: If you are reading this, do ignore it please dear ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of two rings and SIMPLEX! Woe oh woe! I'm willing to help my primary school teacher but Maths is totally out of my league...now should be the time where I ask him if he should help me, no? I don't know what I should do with this thing called Linear Programming! Little help, please??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SijPvcSZVsI/AAAAAAAAAg4/0VhmhCjKhe0/s1600-h/DSC06305.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-7021007405224289833?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/7021007405224289833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=7021007405224289833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/7021007405224289833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/7021007405224289833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-two-rings-andsimplex.html' title='Of Two Rings and...Simplex???'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SijPvcSZVsI/AAAAAAAAAg4/0VhmhCjKhe0/s72-c/DSC06305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-8250247978782504748</id><published>2009-06-04T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:56:42.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets: Fetish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SidDJKdixMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/_b9J-l6JkLk/s1600-h/glassfetish.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SidDJKdixMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/_b9J-l6JkLk/s400/glassfetish.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343313307604534466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best thing about being at home is the amazing surfing I can do, which I usually spend on downloading stuffs like e-books, movies, song albums and games. A partion of the surfing also goes to visiting social networking sites ( Facebook, MySpace sometimes and MyYearbook). Facebook however, is my daily surfing ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to take quizzes on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tickle.com&lt;/span&gt; but it's closed now so I hang out either at &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://facebook.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for quizzes. And one particular quiz made me laugh - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is Your Secret Fetish?&lt;/span&gt; Guess what I got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Glasses-Fetish&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And immediately, one name sprung to mind. I must admit, I am into guys with glasses - even if they don't wear them all the time. But actually, who am I kidding? You know who I'm talking about, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Love - look what you've done to me. If anyone can find a remedy for this, that someone must be something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-8250247978782504748?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/8250247978782504748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=8250247978782504748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/8250247978782504748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/8250247978782504748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/06/secrets-fetish.html' title='Secrets: Fetish'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SidDJKdixMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/_b9J-l6JkLk/s72-c/glassfetish.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-3885629826646799730</id><published>2009-06-02T09:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:35:44.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING: This is a tag. And as my usual tagging trademark goes, "You're tagged if you think you are." As for my answers, enjoy knowing me a little bit more than you expected *wink*. Taken from DMCE Miera (her MySpace bulletin).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;1) Single, Taken, or Crushing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not officially dating anyone right now which means that I'm still&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; single&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;also taken&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at the same time&lt;/span&gt; I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crushing on&lt;/span&gt; someone, which sums up to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; man. the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;same man.&lt;/span&gt; Who said Love is nothing new? It's a new day for me everyday, as long as he and I breathe Life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;2) Are you happy with where you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;- I am literally happy being at home. I am also happy with where I am in Life. Hopefully things will get better 'cause they could be.&lt;/span&gt; Then again, I am content with how things are now though some minor improvements are most welcome and will be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;3) When you meet the right person, do you fall fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fast? I won't even know what hit me if he is the right person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;4) Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;- Perhaps&lt;/span&gt;...yes. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;5) Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;- Cheating in games to pass a certain level or to survive a zombie invasion, yes. Cheating in real-life, dangerous situations to save your life or any beloved's, yes. Cheating when it comes to money matters, don't. Cheating on your partner? Don't even think of it. You will regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;6) Would you ever take someone back if they cheated on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;- Depends on how they cheated on me. I can assure you a 99% no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;7) Have you talked about marriage with another person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;- I would love to get married someday (but a part of me don't) so yeah, I did. Even with Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;8) Do you want children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Someday, okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;9) How many?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;- Between 2 and 4&lt;/span&gt;. 1 would make us (potential husband and I) spoil the kid and any more than 4 would need us to be able to support them financially. If the price of living drops drastically, I won't mind but judging from the world's condition now...we're not any nearer to it, are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;10) Would you consider adoption?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;If I'm the next Jolie or Madonna, Oprah or Gates, sure! If I'm not married, sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;11) If somebody liked you right now, what do you think is a cool way to let you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;- Just tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;12) Do you enjoy playing hard to get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;- I am kinda hard to get. When I'm not, I'm hard to please *wink*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;13) Be honest, do you play the "game" when you are dating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;- If I love someone, it's love. If I don't, I don't. No games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;14) Do you believe love at first sight exists?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;- I do and some people are very, very lucky it happened to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;15) Are you romantic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;I sure love romance and I love the tradition of courting, plus the fact that it can be done by both men and women so yeah, I guess I am romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;16) Do you believe that you can change someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;- I did a few times so far until someone changed me, for the better. I think I still can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;17) Do you have feelings for someone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;- Definitely. Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;18) Have you ever wished you could've had someone but you couldn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;- Yes. Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;19) Have you ever broken a heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;- Kindly refer to question which asked me whether I've had mine broken, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;20)What would you say to your last ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;- We're still friends tho' I've moved on. You should too. Save the friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-3885629826646799730?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/3885629826646799730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=3885629826646799730&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/3885629826646799730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/3885629826646799730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/06/20-questions.html' title='20 Questions'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-3808357866529998675</id><published>2009-06-01T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:00:08.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets: Epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING: The following entry is rated "Very Personal Stuff - VPS" by the author. If you are not into this kind of entry, please withdraw and browse through the other "normal" entries on the blog. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tread carefully when we speak of matters of the heart..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about blogging is, no matter how I find it as an excuse for a space to feed my writings on, it never feed me well enough. My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life@flight&lt;/span&gt; is supposed to be family-friendly yet after a while, here I am again - the Muse dying to come out, emotions running wild and feelings overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am after all, an introvert carefully disguised under the many masks of an extrovert. When people look at me, they think that I am gifted with a brilliant mind lying in dormant, born into a life so easy-going, a socialite. They see me as very ambitious, with high dreams and hopes that might possibly come true - because that is how I tell them it is. I claim to be so open-minded, true but in reality I still cherished the old, traditional thoughts. I seem to be a very laid back kind of person. I speak so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak of my wish to travel, of a vow to embrace singleness when the time comes. I speak of cash and how much I want it all. I speak of a life so amazing where miracles happen to me almost all the time. I appear matured and strong, stubborn and hard to please, hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those fancy stuffs and yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no one really sees what I feel for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am after all, an introvert carefully disguised under the many masks of an extrovert. And I wait for the hands that will uncover them, one by one till there is no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will he be the one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-3808357866529998675?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/3808357866529998675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=3808357866529998675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/3808357866529998675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/3808357866529998675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/06/secrets-epiphany.html' title='Secrets: Epiphany'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-8445884618036347743</id><published>2009-05-31T23:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:47:15.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The First Thing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Esmee Denters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me honestly&lt;br /&gt;Am i crazy to believe somethings wrong&lt;br /&gt;i can't read your mind&lt;br /&gt;Can you give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking things over&lt;br /&gt;Or do you need some more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"...feeling the butterflies in her tummy once again."&lt;/u&gt; My Facebook status. Talking about my love life in my blog is a bit daunting for me. I don't know everyone who reads this, sooner or later (but hopefully never) the word might reach his ears. It's not that he doesn't know about it, 'cause he does; it's just that...sometimes being in love can seem to be the most ridiculous thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet who am I to deny it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't just say no to something so perfectly obvious. I can't hide the simple fact overgrowing my own pride. I can't. And after a few months being away, then seeing him again...I think I lost my heart once again - to him. Or rather, it never really came back to me...Oh by the way, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; actually enjoy this song&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i got my feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;but you keep my heart in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;And everyday you the first thing i think of is you&lt;br /&gt;And every night i wanna kiss you i wish you were feeling it too&lt;br /&gt;And every dream is all about you&lt;br /&gt;Without you im lost&lt;br /&gt;Baby your everything that i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do you feel&lt;br /&gt;i need to know if this is real&lt;br /&gt;Every time you close your eyes, is it me you see?&lt;br /&gt;i can feel you all around me&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what's it gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Cause i can be all that you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;but you turn my world upside down&lt;br /&gt;And everyday you the first thing i think of is you&lt;br /&gt;And every night i wanna kiss you i wish you were feeling it too&lt;br /&gt;And every dream is all about you&lt;br /&gt;Without you im lost&lt;br /&gt;Baby your everything that i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't have to be this way&lt;br /&gt;there's so much more that we can say&lt;br /&gt;i need to know that you want me to stay&lt;br /&gt;You know i wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing&lt;br /&gt;The last thing&lt;br /&gt;i think of&lt;br /&gt;is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-8445884618036347743?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/8445884618036347743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=8445884618036347743&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/8445884618036347743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/8445884618036347743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-thing.html' title='The First Thing'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-4102939887735790395</id><published>2009-05-25T07:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:36:20.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Ho! We're 1 Big Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It began, once upon a time, in 2008 when a plainly bored daughter said to her mom, "Ma, I want a homemade steamboat dinner - and let's invite the cousins!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yes, I was sitting my ass at home all year round last year and hey, it was fun! I was babysitting my niece and I love every moment of it although I did have to sacrifice a few of my daily afternoon naps...so I did what I did - went shopping at CKS and called my closest relatives, Mom's sister and family to come one Sunday evening. Gatherings were always on Christmas back then. But I wanted something else. I wanted more gatherings because I love the very air of having everyone around, laughing and bringing up old stories, reminiscing the past when everything was safer, cleaner, more fun. We can't afford extravagant gatherings now but I'm keeping it in mind that when I have a job, I will treat them with a better gathering once in a while. Why? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Because I love my family&lt;/span&gt;. I love to see everyone being close with one another, sharing priceless moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, apart from my family and cousins, we would invite our neighbour, Uncle Denis and family and also G and his family *wink* Then we began to have the altar servers come because I see them as a part of the beloved and so, they should come. Besides, they're friends with my little sister anyway and actually are related to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three types of gatherings we would host at home - (1) just my family and my aunt's including Alex and Xander (2) the family, my aunt's and Uncle George's and (3) a praying gathering. I try to get G and his family involved in every gathering if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we had gathering # 1 but G can't make it since his sister visited them. I miss him...and maybe that's why I wasn't really in the mood. Still, I plan to have another one with him and family, just them. And another casual gathering with the families in June :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;-tcxo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-4102939887735790395?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/4102939887735790395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=4102939887735790395&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/4102939887735790395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/4102939887735790395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-ho-were-1-big-family.html' title='Hey Ho! We&apos;re 1 Big Family!'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-6320730941394541128</id><published>2009-05-20T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:01:11.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF-S ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Wednesday and typically, it's an all-girls' day out. Except that we stayed indoors today. Actually, I thought we were going to watch the anticipated Angels &amp;amp; Demons movie...Thankfully, I can always download it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only four of us - Drey, Lc, Gurl and I since San2 is having her exam. We watched "the Uninvited", at least a quarter of it before having breakfast cum lunch together. Drey had to leave around 1.30pm to accompany Maverick for his interview. They're such a sweet couple of four years now (and counting) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Wishing Mave the best of luck for his interview! Although I don't really talk much to him, he's like family now, a brother, since I love my girls so much and they're family - literally. We are all related some way or another anyway *wink* I just tend to automatically not converse much with my girls' boyfriends out of respect for them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, we had fun really. Out of the blue, Gurl went like, "Yot! I wunna do a makeover on you!" And then my head went, "Oh boy, here we go again..." I don't like make-ups and not all are allowed to apply them on me 'cause I'll get defensive about it. Gurl's one of the very few who I trust enough and allow them to. So she took out her magic makeover kit - or case - whatever it is called and started to do her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about wavy hairs earlier and digital perms so the curler came out and my hair got a makeover too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A woman s&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;eriously &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;has a far more complexed life than a man&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, all those make-ups and slacks and jeans and shirts, tops, dresses, bags, handbags, heels and the world of female accessories! Passing by them whenever I go to the malls with my friends and family is enough to give me headaches for the entire day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I am not one who excels in those kind of expertise. I leave it all to my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Audrey came back and we started goofing off with Gurl's Macbook (Damn! I so wanted this one - tho' I'll be satisfied with a white Compaq if they do sell one. I just love white gadgets. They're so mesmerizing - for me at least.) The Photo Booth for Mac is so fun! Of course, my YouCam is not bad either :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShTJJMI6I1I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/AtjRRS-78GI/s1600-h/4272_1145335068458_1079952911_426892_1285829_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShTJJMI6I1I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/AtjRRS-78GI/s400/4272_1145335068458_1079952911_426892_1285829_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338112618055476050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShTJJDwQcBI/AAAAAAAAAfI/mbWNk-sQNGI/s1600-h/4272_1145334988456_1079952911_426890_2258542_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShTJJDwQcBI/AAAAAAAAAfI/mbWNk-sQNGI/s400/4272_1145334988456_1079952911_426890_2258542_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338112615804596242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my hair, I do want to get it curled. Maybe after next semester as I am determined to save up money (and this time I mean it like hell). I know it's the in-trend for the Chinese and Japanese women now (or maybe like forever since they've been wearing either straight or curly hair for ages). Straight hair is elegant and curly waves? Sassy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a220/glaize/f57.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 36px; height: 33px;" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a220/glaize/f57.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still need to do a research on it - to see whether it fits me or not. Here are some pictures after the makeover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShTN9cB5XdI/AAAAAAAAAfo/5o8wo0ajBjI/s1600-h/vainmoments.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShTORpikxmI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pk-wqfVDi8w/s1600-h/DSC06115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShTORpikxmI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pk-wqfVDi8w/s400/DSC06115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338118260944848482" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShTO4opSiqI/AAAAAAAAAgA/FIEdcKYmbeM/s1600-h/vainmoments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShTO4opSiqI/AAAAAAAAAgA/FIEdcKYmbeM/s400/vainmoments.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338118930719476386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShTN9cB5XdI/AAAAAAAAAfo/5o8wo0ajBjI/s1600-h/vainmoments.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's to my girls - best friends forever &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; and because they're sisters too. Gurl's flying to the UK today - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bon voyage&lt;/span&gt;! Have a safe trip :D and thanks to her, Drey and Lc for the wonderful time today! Hopefully next time, San2 will be with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-6320730941394541128?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/6320730941394541128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=6320730941394541128&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/6320730941394541128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/6320730941394541128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-s.html' title='BFF-S ♥'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShTJJMI6I1I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/AtjRRS-78GI/s72-c/4272_1145335068458_1079952911_426892_1285829_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-3730715347680948310</id><published>2009-05-19T10:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:37:45.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.R.E.A.K.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShIZjtFMH2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/aPNC1L19bRk/s1600-h/thesims3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShIZjtFMH2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/aPNC1L19bRk/s400/thesims3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337356609574936418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If there is anything - anything I say - in this world that has successfully owned a part of my pathetic human brain, it is the ever expanding game(s) of &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! Well, that, and a very particular guy...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;of which I know won't be leaving his spot in my head/heart anytime sooner or later&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right from the first series I have been an avid fan of the game (all hail Will Wright!!). Back then when the Sims were in 2D, I bought every expansion packs they had in stores. Those were the days when downloading wasn't an option for a little kid...Come the second generation of the Sims, the Sims 2 was a much improved version of its predecessor, now in 3D. Again, I bought the originals and *cough cough* actually started to download a few of its latest expansions - and yes, I have them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was it about the game that ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oked me up?&lt;/span&gt; I'm not really sure because frankly, if you played it with the typical routine (create a Sim, *cheat, maximize skills, *cheat, get married, have babies, etc. yadayadayada...) it will get boring in like, 30 minutes. Still, I'm addicted (a goody confession!) to it. Of course, I don't always cheat in the game - I only do that when I'm daydreaming of my dream house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a good game because:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - You get to play God :D at least on the poor creatures called Sims, which is actually fun&lt;br /&gt;2 - You get to pretend you're an infamous architect cum interior/exterior designer, armed with a super-advanced technology to satisfy your customers and to help you bag the cash&lt;br /&gt;3 - You get to pretend you're a 5-star movie/video clip director&lt;br /&gt;4 - You get to test that script stashed away for ages&lt;br /&gt;5 - You get to live your own life the way YOU want it&lt;br /&gt;6 - It's all about creativity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a personal basis however&lt;/span&gt;, the game gives a good peek on life. Looking from above (the PC screen), we get to see how those poor, demented creatures have to work hard to get to the top and when they do, it's about time they should retire. Time really flows. Education alone won't get you nowhere without the proper skills and vice versa. Thieves get caught. Adulterers suffer. Neighbours complain of loud music and wild parties. And there is the possibility of extraterritorial beings somewhere else in the universe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then there's the Grim Reaper to take it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you cheated on the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, the upcoming successor, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ms &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;will be out on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 5th 2009&lt;/span&gt; and yours truly is very excited about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a220/glaize/f51.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 35px; height: 35px;" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a220/glaize/f51.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-3730715347680948310?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/3730715347680948310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=3730715347680948310&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/3730715347680948310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/3730715347680948310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/05/freak.html' title='F.R.E.A.K.'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShIZjtFMH2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/aPNC1L19bRk/s72-c/thesims3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-7824157914301040372</id><published>2009-05-15T10:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:56:10.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been procrastinating. Again. &lt;b&gt;Come to think of it,&lt;/b&gt; it's not that I don't want to post anything...I've very good reasons why I didn't:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My notebook crashed&lt;/span&gt;, just a day before I board the plane last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Reason # 1 explains it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some important stuffs were kept in the notebook. The 50Gb worth of MP3 albums and muvees were out of reach then, and so were some other personal, VI stuffs *cough cough*. Luckily, the brother's PC still votes in my favour. After a week of mourning and procrastinating over my notebook, I tell myself I might just as well blog. But seriously, blogging from this very PC has many temptations in store for me - I tend to be downloading instead of blogging :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well, I'm just trying to make up for the lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I almost forgot! Reason # 3 for my blogging procrastination - I don't have a memory card reader (mine was crappy so I tossed it away) and am waiting for the cable from my sister just so I can download hundreds of photos from the camera to my trusty external *three cheers for the external HD for never letting me down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: To my cousin Phil, the photos you asked for are coming soon - hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-7824157914301040372?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/7824157914301040372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=7824157914301040372&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/7824157914301040372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/7824157914301040372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-6595665644972611346</id><published>2009-05-14T19:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:00:09.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SKST Sports' Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[A delayed update.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a student of SK St. Theresa where Mom is a teacher and I felt very honoured when they asked me to be the photographer for the day. They sent me an official letter from the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I was pretty much distracted so I didn't get a lot of good pictures, not by the scorching midday heat but by something else. 95% of the teachers are familiar to me as I have known them since I was a child. I don't really recognize the students though - only a handful of them. The event lasted till midday, of which I was glad of. It was fun to see all the kids running around (must have contracted that from G). It was a bit dull but I can't expect much. I know the school too well. Still, I loved capturing every moment of it. It really did bring back memories :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShKdqMA0xXI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Uesp2zz92qQ/s1600-h/DSC05344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShKdqMA0xXI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Uesp2zz92qQ/s400/DSC05344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337501856492209522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShKdqQOs9GI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/_e0sLsCOR5k/s1600-h/DSC05371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShKdqQOs9GI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/_e0sLsCOR5k/s400/DSC05371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337501857624159330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) The primary school (2) Best friends: Tchrs. Kris, Rosa &amp;amp; Rosalind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShKdqeVKIFI/AAAAAAAAAeY/h6nlr6Iv6oM/s1600-h/DSC05591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShKdqeVKIFI/AAAAAAAAAeY/h6nlr6Iv6oM/s400/DSC05591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337501861409333330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShKdqq3AwhI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9ZU9iV45uGE/s1600-h/DSC05601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShKdqq3AwhI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9ZU9iV45uGE/s400/DSC05601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337501864772551186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olahragawan Alexander &amp;amp; olahragawati Geladine (dunno how to spell her name :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShKdqlf3q-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/XtIiB4k94do/s1600-h/DSC05494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShKdqlf3q-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/XtIiB4k94do/s400/DSC05494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337501863333309410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Mdm. Quah (she's a very nice teacher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShKeH3zl9uI/AAAAAAAAAew/tBgWryxFb00/s1600-h/DSC05474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShKeH3zl9uI/AAAAAAAAAew/tBgWryxFb00/s400/DSC05474.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337502366464079586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The victor house :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-6595665644972611346?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/6595665644972611346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=6595665644972611346&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/6595665644972611346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/6595665644972611346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/05/skst-sports-day-2009.html' title='SKST Sports&apos; Day 2009'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/ShKdqMA0xXI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Uesp2zz92qQ/s72-c/DSC05344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-4495702320580071632</id><published>2009-05-11T10:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:51:47.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Indeed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After what seemed to be ages on foreign land...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I AM HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Updates later - after I've settled in to the comforts of a comfy bed. Nothing, yes, nothing smells better than the air of being at home*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-4495702320580071632?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/4495702320580071632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=4495702320580071632&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/4495702320580071632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/4495702320580071632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-indeed.html' title='Yes, Indeed.'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-426382374668346417</id><published>2009-05-05T13:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:14:58.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something About Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sf_Up-WaECI/AAAAAAAAAds/HSWFZxotNys/s1600-h/Lovers_by_Anna_Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sf_Up-WaECI/AAAAAAAAAds/HSWFZxotNys/s200/Lovers_by_Anna_Love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332214301406662690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Study wise, I don't feel like revising at all right now. Yes indeed, yours truly is bound for home this very Sunday. It's a call for a celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, something has been bothering me...for those who know them (a safe bet of less than 5 do), only Luc and Dean have been with me in campus. Gabe's nowhere to be seen - which makes me wonder...and worry too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I done or said something, whatever, wrong? I miss my dear, dreamy Guardian...where oh where has he gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to earth, yes, I'll be home soon. I'm eager. I'm nervous. I'm excited. It's been a while since I've seen everybody and I wonder how they have been doing amidst my absence. Certainly, I would really love to meet Nyon2 and Didun again...and G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I doubt my feelings for him has even wavered a bit. It's as strong as ever, growing everyday...still, I can't help but be anxious of my returning home and meeting him once more. How would he see me now, now that I'm a university student? Would I still be that little sister he knew from years back? Or the clumsy childhood friend who was too oblivious of her own feelings for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming home is one thing. To be seeing G again is another. It does make my heart goes whoop-a-di-da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; him&lt;/span&gt;. I like him, as in like more than like. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As if he doesn't already know that...he, who has always been aware of that fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be home :D but first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I need to do some revision&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-426382374668346417?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/426382374668346417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=426382374668346417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/426382374668346417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/426382374668346417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-about-us.html' title='Something About Us'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sf_Up-WaECI/AAAAAAAAAds/HSWFZxotNys/s72-c/Lovers_by_Anna_Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-5993210938401128312</id><published>2009-04-30T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:38:56.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes Those Voices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I promised I will always be true to myself. Yes, indeed. Somehow, I commited an extraordinary act of crime today. Yes, I did so will you give me the drumrolls please? What did I do? Nothing! I just made a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt; account! Boo me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually ~ I had one before but due to some unwanted stalking, I closed it down.  That's the problem with most social networking sites. I don't know what it is with certain individuals to actually bother others for so-called relationships when they are merely strangers. This kind of people, tsk! They're everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seems to be a while, I finally redo an account. Why oh why? Because my classmates have one...now I know it is so unlike me to bow down to trends but it's not the case here. Most of my classmates are not into Facebook so MySpace is really an alternative for me, should I be so sweet to keep in touch with them, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Reality check:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't like to waste my credits here and there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, I was wondering...did I breach my own promise to myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-5993210938401128312?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/5993210938401128312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=5993210938401128312&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/5993210938401128312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/5993210938401128312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-comes-those-voices.html' title='Here Comes Those Voices'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-5470569465237838674</id><published>2009-04-29T21:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:33:01.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colourblind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Absence certainly makes the heart grows fonder - I did mention that before, didn't I? I admit, being a typical Sabahan in the Peninsular is not easy. Homesick is not surprising. For me to continue my studies here in UiTM, I've to consider a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Language&lt;br /&gt;2. Religion&lt;br /&gt;3. Race&lt;br /&gt;4. Food&lt;br /&gt;5. Weather&lt;br /&gt;6. Points of View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first semester is coming to an end. May is approaching and I'm flying home next Sunday. Despite the minor complains I've been bugging my family with, I must say, I am proud of myself for being able to survive the semester - judging from the fact that I am a rather spoiled kid. Or simply a homebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've two more papers to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campus life...what of it? It is hard, very hard. If I could, I wanted to quit but I have my pride to uphold and that of my family. Life has been pretty awkward here. When I first came here, I was with Jef. We got separated by our groupings. He was in group D while I was in E. Jef was the only person I actually know back then. However, Max is in my group so I tried to be friendly but yeah, boys are boys :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around at my classmates, I observed the way they talk, act and walk. I listened to their patterns of speech and studied their body languages. I tried to understand how their minds work. And I was relieved that God has blessed me with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SfhdvPVqS5I/AAAAAAAAAdc/XFfVLJNSGEw/s1600-h/dmc1e_group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SfhdvPVqS5I/AAAAAAAAAdc/XFfVLJNSGEw/s400/dmc1e_group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330113225145600914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are...different. The chemistry we shared with each other is different. They are nice to me and they try, they really do, to be nice with one another - which I think is very sweet of them. Frankly, they helped me to tackle all six conflicts I was having with myself (as mentioned above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to thank certain individuals - Anysz, Afiff, Stol, Kori, Tilap, Samak, Gotam, Fir, Polan, Lilo, Miera, Fizi, Id and Sofea :D - because they made my DMC1E experience fun! Of course, the others are awesome too :) I can't deny that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lecturers are superbly awesome too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I guess I better head off to sleep now and save the dedication entry for later :D my eyes are getting heavy....yawnnnn ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-5470569465237838674?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/5470569465237838674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=5470569465237838674&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/5470569465237838674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/5470569465237838674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/04/colourblind.html' title='Colourblind'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SfhdvPVqS5I/AAAAAAAAAdc/XFfVLJNSGEw/s72-c/dmc1e_group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-7865466928769122425</id><published>2009-04-26T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:18:29.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up, Up and Away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two more weeks to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go back home a.s.a.p. because this homesick thing is getting worst! ARGH! I mean, HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly went to the city to get some coughing medicine and got a case of cramped leg instead. Not to forget that annoying pain in my head which hurts so much, as in, right now? And I'm darn hungry...why can't we just get the exam weeks over with??? I need to go home...badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long, long story.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go home......*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wunna play some freaking games online and offline, I wunna get my hands on all the music albums and muvees I've missed, I wunna go to Cathay 'cause I don't like the GSC here, I want my FRIENDS &amp;amp; FAMILY, I wunna eat real food (=.=).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I wunna be healthy. Campus makes me sick, literally. I've not been well for almost a month now :( beat that ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SfPSLjSYEDI/AAAAAAAAAdU/yoCI1b_-0CU/s1600-h/30.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SfPSLjSYEDI/AAAAAAAAAdU/yoCI1b_-0CU/s400/30.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328833880002138162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-7865466928769122425?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/7865466928769122425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=7865466928769122425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/7865466928769122425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/7865466928769122425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/04/up-up-and-away.html' title='Up, Up and Away!'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SfPSLjSYEDI/AAAAAAAAAdU/yoCI1b_-0CU/s72-c/30.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-1712901314836771128</id><published>2009-04-20T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:11:28.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish Upon the Empty Night Sky</title><content type='html'>To start off, the sky wasn't really that empty. It's just a bit dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to eat outside after BBM111 and surprisingly the mee ladna tasted better than the ones before. I still don't like it though. Hah! I went with Zahar since Jef wasn't in the mood (I wanted mee sup...I wanted to go to the Chinese restaurant =.=) and Zahar was the only one I could drag along that time. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back from dinner, I met Ain who told me of the gathering later tonight. A gathering by the lake can only mean one thing for our class :) so yeah ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we gathered by the lake around 9.00+ p.m. to celebrate Anysz's birthday - which is actually tomorrow. I didn't know the excuse they made this time was a CiTU revision gathering so when I came, I kinda blew the cover for him. But knowing Anysz, he probably knew it all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it was no surprise at all. But we had fun. Real fun. Observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Se0gNi-nJ0I/AAAAAAAAAb4/sIovAf96Adc/s1600-h/DSC04932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Se0gNi-nJ0I/AAAAAAAAAb4/sIovAf96Adc/s400/DSC04932.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326949351348971330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Se0gNqC0E6I/AAAAAAAAAcA/mDrk7exWG6Y/s1600-h/DSC04937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Se0gNqC0E6I/AAAAAAAAAcA/mDrk7exWG6Y/s400/DSC04937.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326949353245643682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Se0gN9mAUII/AAAAAAAAAcY/ngrKmDTFEmI/s1600-h/DSC04964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Se0gN9mAUII/AAAAAAAAAcY/ngrKmDTFEmI/s400/DSC04964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326949358493520002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Se0hMOclsII/AAAAAAAAAcg/yAGeka-hZpw/s1600-h/DSC04968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Se0hMOclsII/AAAAAAAAAcg/yAGeka-hZpw/s400/DSC04968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326950428169318530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Se0hMEdMv3I/AAAAAAAAAco/8LeJ-i2fYXk/s1600-h/DSC04974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Se0hMEdMv3I/AAAAAAAAAco/8LeJ-i2fYXk/s400/DSC04974.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326950425487523698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Se0hMEdMv3I/AAAAAAAAAco/8LeJ-i2fYXk/s1600-h/DSC04974.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Se0hMN6LjGI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Rg3Ml1eUuVM/s1600-h/DSC04988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Se0hMN6LjGI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Rg3Ml1eUuVM/s400/DSC04988.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326950428024999010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://anysz.terbaek.com/"&gt;Marhanis a.k.a. Anysz a.k.a. Rambut&lt;/a&gt; is my classmate. He was one of the first guys I talked to in class :) Somehow I feel comfortable around him and if I may say so, Anysz makes a great friend! Seriously. He's a hell bunch of fun to hang around with. He's vain and he blabs but that's what make him fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Se0gNlCZswI/AAAAAAAAAcI/JimOhDf1huU/s1600-h/DSC04939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Se0gNlCZswI/AAAAAAAAAcI/JimOhDf1huU/s400/DSC04939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326949351901737730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Se0hMbFQ9EI/AAAAAAAAAc4/jR07H7ae99o/s1600-h/DSC04994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Se0hMbFQ9EI/AAAAAAAAAc4/jR07H7ae99o/s400/DSC04994.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326950431561151554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite all the gooey water + flour + eggs combo the guys splatted on Anysz, we really had fun (although the Pa Guard disagree with us hehe).  Again, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANYSZ!!!&lt;/span&gt; Oh and, thanks for the tiramisu cake :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-1712901314836771128?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/1712901314836771128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=1712901314836771128&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/1712901314836771128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/1712901314836771128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/04/wish-upon-empty-night-sky.html' title='Wish Upon the Empty Night Sky'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Se0gNi-nJ0I/AAAAAAAAAb4/sIovAf96Adc/s72-c/DSC04932.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-4287291377531981792</id><published>2009-04-20T06:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:09:02.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper # 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ladies &amp;amp; gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, exactly at 2.15pm, yours truly will be at BG09, locked away from the world for two hours to face one of the course generals - &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BBM111&lt;/span&gt;. Gee ~ I wonder how I'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I study? Am  I studying? Of course I did! I am! That's why I can afford the time to blog right now :D teehee ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-4287291377531981792?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/4287291377531981792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=4287291377531981792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/4287291377531981792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/4287291377531981792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/04/paper-1.html' title='Paper # 1'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-6331696586869928431</id><published>2009-04-18T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:54:15.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woe Oh Woe! Creeping Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Semer_WueKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/iIsKiMEx2ug/s1600-h/28.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Semer_WueKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/iIsKiMEx2ug/s400/28.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325962512920639650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My final exams are creeping in on me. What have I done to arm myself against them? If you were expecting me to burn the midnight oil and suffocate myself in the pages, embrace disappointment then. That's not the way I do my revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I revise? Easy. Pay attention in class. Flip through the pages. Write down the same key points repeatedly on a piece of paper. Make fun of the key points. It's called relaxed-revision, or so I put it that way...after all that, all I have to do is sit for the finals as if I'm going home the very evening :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, fellas, is not a healthy revision method. Keep your potential-genius children away from me. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-6331696586869928431?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/6331696586869928431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=6331696586869928431&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/6331696586869928431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/6331696586869928431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/04/woe-oh-woe-creeping-finals.html' title='Woe Oh Woe! Creeping Finals'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Semer_WueKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/iIsKiMEx2ug/s72-c/28.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-6149133250753613657</id><published>2009-04-15T10:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:08:17.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry # 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again, ignore the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt; title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my status says it, I'm feeling much better now - health wise. Despite how extra oily my already-oily face feels like when I'm sick...eww ~ Anyway, I've been blog-hopping  these past few days and wow! I can't believe all the things I stumble upon :D surfing has become an extended pastime for me. Oh yeah, sue me for the boredom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about the Peninsular is that Friendster and MySpace are still the reigning social networking sites around. No offense but I left Friendster because of urmm, it's "professionalism". And such was the case with MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, my classmates have a Space of their own so its pretty tempting to reregister myself but at the same time, my stubborness and pride (yeah, I always bring up about my pride - which is not really about how successful I am but how I manage to remain as a person of my own no matter what) gave me the big NO. Thank goodness! Hah! So I'm not going to reregister myself with MSP :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'sides, I love Facebook :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH am I talking about these social networks??? Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever ~ this, ladies &amp;amp; gents, is a case of pure boredom. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting my days till I'll be on my flight home: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 weeks +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-6149133250753613657?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/6149133250753613657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=6149133250753613657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/6149133250753613657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/6149133250753613657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/04/entry-22.html' title='Entry # 22'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-3147988419970735196</id><published>2009-04-14T11:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:00:07.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Cannot Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I read &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://iamkuhrazie.blogspot.com/2009/04/lesson-learned.html"&gt;Gurl's latest post&lt;/a&gt; I wasn't surprised. Some people might be but not I. It's hard enough to gulp down the fact that you're actually alone, far from home and family, when you get into IPTA or IPTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard when you're the kind of person whom the words "Home" and "Family" mean a lot to you - like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think I've never even thought about it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I didn't realize it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few months since I entered campus, I cried a few times. I cried at nights when I'm alone in my room because frankly, I miss home so much. In fact I cried the very night before I left for Malacca. I cried after Dad left the campus because I know I'm literally alone now. When I had that stupid misunderstanding with a fellow Sabahan, I cried because I was worried. Though that wasn't appreciated...when I was sick for a fortnight thanks to the camping, I cried because I hated being sick when I am alone. I cried occasionally when I am alone because I miss G. I miss Nyon2 and Didun. I miss Mom and Dad. I miss talking with Uncle Marcus. I miss the occasional steamboats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top all that, I hated being a burden to my family. I know Ono and Yaya are thinking about building houses now, especially Yaya who's gonna have a second child this July. Recession is still around. It actually kills me whenever I want to withdraw cash from the ATM, knowing where the money comes from. And to actually ask for extra would literally cost me my pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather sit at home and help my siblings take care of their children. I love kids now, thanks to someone :) but at the same time I can't deny that I'm very ambitious. I want to work and earn a lot so I can buy stuffs for my family, my parents, just like my older siblings did. I want to be able to bring them out on vacations, just to thank them for raising us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I was born in a filthy rich family where my parents doesn't really care about me and how I live my life as long as they give me my monthly 10k allowance, excluding any extra I'd ask for. I wish I had that life so I won't feel so damn guilty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family loves me. I love them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why this heart's been aching to go home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-3147988419970735196?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/3147988419970735196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=3147988419970735196&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/3147988419970735196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/3147988419970735196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-i-cannot-change.html' title='What I Cannot Change'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-8221255227244233464</id><published>2009-04-13T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:09:59.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'tis Day I Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SeLYUAjLRAI/AAAAAAAAAbA/HZ2OniV8Auk/s1600-h/noelmadden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SeLYUAjLRAI/AAAAAAAAAbA/HZ2OniV8Auk/s400/noelmadden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324055547761869826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last January, after Dad left for home, I spent my remaining days of MMS feeling annoyed. As much as I am annoyed, I didn't want to make a fuss of it. This happens occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this guy over here &lt;/span&gt;was on the 1st of January, when cuzzy Jef decided to introduce us to our senior (least did I expect that he was a former DPM LEO). 1st impression? "Oh bummer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, Noel seemed to hang out with us every weekend, whenever we meet at church. He was also the one who brought debate to us (which I left because it just wasn't my cup of tea, gomen!). And although Noel was pretty much a blabber, I can't help but giggle whenever he and cuzzy Jef go on each other's words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been a big brother to us, right from the start. And for that, I thank him because seriously, it's good when you befriend someone from your own hometown. Makes home feel a bit closer in this land of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then...happy birthday, Noel! If I were to make a long entry about you, the folks at home would start bombarding me stupid questions which is irrelevant, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, you owe me a birthday treat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-8221255227244233464?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/8221255227244233464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=8221255227244233464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/8221255227244233464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/8221255227244233464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/04/tis-day-i-say.html' title='&apos;tis Day I Say'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SeLYUAjLRAI/AAAAAAAAAbA/HZ2OniV8Auk/s72-c/noelmadden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-1704882776674296401</id><published>2009-04-11T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:47:54.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Goodness' Sake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh my, oh gee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*The dog ate my blog posts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right...Though I promised to be good to this blog, I seemed to be slacking - A LOT. Now what kind of excuse can I say to sound oh so innocent again? Maybe I should say, "The laptop hates me so he deleted my blog posts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool! And suffer a notebook crash after that huh? Not so cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was just too lazy to update because Blogger has been so mean to me recently (there goes the finger-pointing again, so much for being goody-goody). Still, the lamest reason (which is to blame the hosting server) is in fact true, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And knowing myself, I know this is bound to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm here to finish what I started (not literally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say, to continue what I started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm having migraines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever! I'm back to blogging again. Hopefully.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-1704882776674296401?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/1704882776674296401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=1704882776674296401&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/1704882776674296401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/1704882776674296401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-goodness-sake.html' title='For Goodness&apos; Sake!'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-1546672212391047238</id><published>2009-04-01T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:18:18.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Full</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe it's April! My last update was on March 14...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me. Google won't let me log in to my account so I can't update. That, and all the stupid stuffs happening around me. Let's just say I tripped and I fell but I'm on my feet again now. Since this is a family blog, I can't blab about what's happened here. We all know the Internet is a very, very dangerous place (thanks to CSC134!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finals begin on the 20th - BBM111. Ends on May 10th. I'm going home the next day...woohoo! Sigh ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I'm thinking of reverting back to Wordpress. Though even if I do, it will be a private blog. A really private one where I can crap about stuffs. Then again, probably not. Life@flight is still going strong, as long as I can survive this stupid hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-1546672212391047238?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/1546672212391047238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=1546672212391047238&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/1546672212391047238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/1546672212391047238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-full.html' title='April Full'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-9025168590385874442</id><published>2009-03-14T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:12:45.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something happened today which kinda' hurts me yet thankfully I could still smile and say, "Let it go..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...though in the end I sent G a text on what happened. Again, his words comfort me, even if they were sarcastic in a way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I keep having problems with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Blogger&lt;/span&gt; account although I now can surf &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; pretty fast. Dammit! Thus, the absence of updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-9025168590385874442?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/9025168590385874442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=9025168590385874442&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/9025168590385874442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/9025168590385874442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/03/fragile.html' title='Fragile'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-3680541675052965150</id><published>2009-03-09T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:17:36.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry # 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ignore the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lent season and I missed Mass yesterday :( Ma didn't want me to board the bus alone. Pretty rational so no argument there. Nevertheless I went to the city to repair my glasses. And it effing costs me 500 ringgit! After a 100 ringgit discount, that is...Well, the optician gave me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a free pair of contact lens which I AM SO NOT GONNA WEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to DP/MP yesterday with my classmate, Mar for our Sociology assignment. It wasn't easy handing out the questionnaires. Maybe it's because I don't really feel like working with a partner...Mmm but to make up for it, I'll get it done today &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; it's not really that hard ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I miss my niece &amp;amp; nephew!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to go to Alor Gajah later this afternoon. I wunna buy some KFC ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-3680541675052965150?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/3680541675052965150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=3680541675052965150&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/3680541675052965150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/3680541675052965150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/03/entry-15.html' title='Entry # 15'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-7352891932920704661</id><published>2009-03-08T09:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:03:52.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSS Dinner (LIFE-Organized)</title><content type='html'>A dinner. So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the one dinner I actually have the heart to attend to. Why? It's a CSS dinner, that's why. Again, why? It's one of those times where I could spend time with my own folks, people who share a few common thoughts with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story, we left campus around 6.00++p.m. and it was raining then. I got sleepy in the car due to my no-glasses evening and the air-con. My head was already spinning. I've always love the fresh air so it's a no wonder why air-con makes me sleepy. Brr! I wonder how those office people could stand it everyday...I only love air-con when yours truly is fed up of the outdoor heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SbMgoJjeSQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/cCEAdrlvOoA/s1600-h/rainraingoaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SbMgoJjeSQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/cCEAdrlvOoA/s400/rainraingoaway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310624259731507458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SbMgnxEuvkI/AAAAAAAAAYo/WLKSBa_tUGY/s1600-h/mentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SbMgnxEuvkI/AAAAAAAAAYo/WLKSBa_tUGY/s400/mentos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310624253160111682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rain, rain, go away, you're making me dream of my blankie back home! But MENTOS' always there to keep me fresh awake ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadayadayada we so happened to arrive late by maybe half an hour...haha. Don and Alvin were already there. I was looking forward to meet Don because, well, he is my cousin and it's always a relief to be meeting someone you know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SbMgo4NfoFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ntJG8SNPA2A/s1600-h/donwithyot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SbMgo4NfoFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ntJG8SNPA2A/s400/donwithyot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310624272255787090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I must say, for a 40 ringgit buffet, the food was.....not up to my standards. Hayatt @ Hyatt in KK offers a better buffet, seriously. Hmm ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had karaoke requests and some couples dancing, lucky draws and err...I don't know. There weren't much activities but it was fun nevertheless. And as usual, I snapped some photos &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; Unfortunately, most of them are confidential by request. So there won't be much photos to share, I guess. My apologies to Gurl and Lc ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait! Like any typical dinner, there's the most anticipated King and Queen of the night. Harry from UTeM was crowned King and our very own Rosa took home the Queen title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SbMgoY0Qz_I/AAAAAAAAAY4/FSFvDbfCkPc/s1600-h/kingqueen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SbMgoY0Qz_I/AAAAAAAAAY4/FSFvDbfCkPc/s400/kingqueen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310624263828459506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(1) From left: Rosa, Harry (UTeM) and Avila. (2) Behind: Timothy Paul (UTeM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SbMgpPOVv6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/moHMHe6gL9k/s1600-h/vilayotrosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SbMgpPOVv6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/moHMHe6gL9k/s400/vilayotrosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310624278433349538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SbMg7m3XESI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/vmscY1dOi1U/s1600-h/groupwithking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SbMg7m3XESI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/vmscY1dOi1U/s400/groupwithking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310624594017063202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(1) Avila, moi and Rosa wearing her crown. I love these two senior-sisters! Avila's very kind and Rosa, well, she reminds me of home :) (2) Female UiTM Lendu CSS members. Sasha's not in the picture tho' and we still have a few girls left behind in campus...love 'em all too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SbMjyplHNdI/AAAAAAAAAZo/k--j2-iqcM4/s1600-h/yotwithedrin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SbMjyplHNdI/AAAAAAAAAZo/k--j2-iqcM4/s400/yotwithedrin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310627738661893586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so, as the night comes to an end, we bid farewell to each other. Now, we never really expected some trouble in the making... A conflict with the guards when we arrived at the gate ~ oh well, Lord bless us. Hopes everything will be alright after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurl told me to have fun. Yeah, I did have fun. Hanging out with my CSS seniors reminds me of my roots...which reminds me too, I've another secret project to get done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still a secret 'cause I didn't tell you what it is, right? Right...and in this photo is Edrin, CMO from Johor. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way, sia pinjam crown si Rosa skijap for the photo.&lt;/span&gt; Lawa koni? Hahahahaha ~ stop your assumptions wei! Hmmm but when I get *cough cough* married *cough* I want this kind of make-up. Ok ba kan, Gurl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha LOLX! Dream on ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-7352891932920704661?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/7352891932920704661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=7352891932920704661&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/7352891932920704661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/7352891932920704661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/03/css-dinner-life-organized.html' title='CSS Dinner (LIFE-Organized)'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SbMgoJjeSQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/cCEAdrlvOoA/s72-c/rainraingoaway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-8485525346289490836</id><published>2009-03-07T13:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:02:06.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big LOLX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fellows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for the farewell dinner tonight - wish me luck in appearing crappy *cough cough* &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm gonna wear a dress&lt;/u&gt; and IT'S &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; Now that's a statement, of which I do not know what it implies actually ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thus the big &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;LOLX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not going to forgive myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-8485525346289490836?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/8485525346289490836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=8485525346289490836&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/8485525346289490836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/8485525346289490836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-lolx.html' title='The Big LOLX'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-8366691080949459091</id><published>2009-03-06T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:24:16.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March So Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time does fly, doesn't it? Especially when you're missing home and everything about it...*sigh* At least I have my semester break to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing the past two months spent here in campus makes me feel like going home for good. I miss seeing Didun and Nyonnyon growing up. I miss arguing with my siblings over something silly in a rather, well, silly way.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I miss my BFFS - Gurl, Audrey, San2 and LC ~&lt;/span&gt; true enough, only around my family and friends can I really be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in campus requires me to walk in a more matured image to save myself from going with the flow. I want to be like the salmons who swim against the river currents unlike fallen leaves who allow themselves to be washed away in the river flow, unable to go anywhere when large stones block their paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Lent season and how I miss tagging along with Ma, visiting houses in Tomui to pray the Station of the Cross. I miss going to church every Friday throughout the season for SotC. I miss the children I taught in Sunday school...I miss home, Ma, Pa and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I miss him...maybe he knows, maybe he doesn't. Whichever it is, I miss the times I would argue with him - those times when he makes me feel like a little child who fell on the ground and hurt her knees and her parent would come around and comfort the little child in a warm, stern voice...aiiiii ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty emotional, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it. So true it is that nothing feels like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I WANNA GO HOME&lt;/span&gt; *wails* WAHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....I haven't had steamboats for a while. Neither has the taste of vanilla ice-cream touched my drying tongue. How I miss home! Now I'm eternally grateful for the laptop and broadband &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; hehehe ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-8366691080949459091?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/8366691080949459091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=8366691080949459091&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/8366691080949459091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/8366691080949459091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-so-soon.html' title='March So Soon'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-4550002668085690585</id><published>2009-03-03T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:06:07.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CO-Camping # DTML</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa9cXeIWEcI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/aVZtl06OqAI/s1600-h/lolxmuddyppl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa9cXeIWEcI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/aVZtl06OqAI/s400/lolxmuddyppl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309564043987915202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa9cXP6AOGI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-uzsjYtrFL4/s1600-h/facilicoms2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa9cXP6AOGI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-uzsjYtrFL4/s400/facilicoms2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309564040169666658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa9cW7hfa2I/AAAAAAAAAYA/mEWO_rERCgg/s1600-h/facilicoms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa9cW7hfa2I/AAAAAAAAAYA/mEWO_rERCgg/s400/facilicoms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309564034698144610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa9cWZfB68I/AAAAAAAAAX4/6UNuMShe-CY/s1600-h/ahemdwaterisactuallyblah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa9cWZfB68I/AAAAAAAAAX4/6UNuMShe-CY/s400/ahemdwaterisactuallyblah2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309564025561017282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa9cWAhdabI/AAAAAAAAAXw/zh8y8ASBres/s1600-h/ahemdwaterisactuallyblah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa9cWAhdabI/AAAAAAAAAXw/zh8y8ASBres/s400/ahemdwaterisactuallyblah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309564018860321202" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa9dIt8_M0I/AAAAAAAAAYY/7-CcsmphKNo/s1600-h/lumpatxjadi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa9dIt8_M0I/AAAAAAAAAYY/7-CcsmphKNo/s400/lumpatxjadi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309564890048836418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa9dIrUiE9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/Cog4k0DJXMM/s1600-h/rollininthemud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa9dIrUiE9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/Cog4k0DJXMM/s400/rollininthemud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309564889342284754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was so much fun and as a prize, I got a broken pair of glasses! Hurrah - now I'm literally, officially, partially blind! Damn  ~ Moral of the camping? DO NOT, NEVER EVER asks a person who wears glasses with a high degree like mine to go to camp, especially if that person is as clumsy as moi ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa9dIt8_M0I/AAAAAAAAAYY/7-CcsmphKNo/s1600-h/lumpatxjadi.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-4550002668085690585?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/4550002668085690585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=4550002668085690585&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/4550002668085690585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/4550002668085690585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/03/co-camping-down-memory-lane.html' title='CO-Camping # DTML'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa9cXeIWEcI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/aVZtl06OqAI/s72-c/lolxmuddyppl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-1159654417334173559</id><published>2009-03-02T08:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:44:30.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CO-Camping # Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;27th February 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 4.00 a.m. Phoenix was assigned for sentry this morning with another group (I forgot the name, sorry guys). Ours was the 4.30 - 5.30 a.m. shift. Imagine that I slept for only half an hour! That would never happen if I was at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started with their morning prayer around 6.30 a.m. Then we had to line up for a quick march. Hmm. Booooring ~ I don't like marching. Breakfast was served after that and I must say, I got a special treatment. Now the whole camp knows I can't and won't eat spicy stuffs. Boohoohoo. So they had to leave out a few fried chicken pieces for me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right...jungle trekking! This was the fun part. Seriously, it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa88vBe-g7I/AAAAAAAAAWw/3MLCDm9kakI/s1600-h/webrescue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa88vBe-g7I/AAAAAAAAAWw/3MLCDm9kakI/s400/webrescue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309529264242983858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa88j7qZI-I/AAAAAAAAAWg/etU_X9KJ388/s1600-h/whatwasithinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa88j7qZI-I/AAAAAAAAAWg/etU_X9KJ388/s400/whatwasithinking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309529073701692386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From left: (1) I forgot what we were punished for. Here two members have to be on each side of the net. One of the pairs will try to pass 'injured' members to the other side. In this case, I decided that Melissa and I should do the passing because she's tall and I'm a bit heavier than the other girls. (2) Now watch this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa88kcewZ1I/AAAAAAAAAWo/SAuEgH7nkK0/s1600-h/oopswatchwhereu%27restepping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa88kcewZ1I/AAAAAAAAAWo/SAuEgH7nkK0/s400/oopswatchwhereu%27restepping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309529082511255378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Oops! Hahaha ~ I slipped off the third pole and hit my gum on the cement...OUCH! Embarrassing? Nah! Painful? Yup...I had a bleeding gum thanks to the fall, although I didn't tell Phoenix that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa88jAm8DdI/AAAAAAAAAWY/fIn2VSKfcto/s1600-h/munkeeclimbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa88jAm8DdI/AAAAAAAAAWY/fIn2VSKfcto/s400/munkeeclimbing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309529057849511378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;This, my friends, is what we call 'walking the munkee walk'! Bluff. That girl in the photo is Ka Su &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; she's ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;y capable of doing everything during jungle trekking. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh but there's more to the day...like getting ourselves muddy! Be proud of me 'cause I dare to step into the swamps (eeew!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa8_mT86BiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/yoXQNa2RMeQ/s1600-h/swamppuff2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa8_mT86BiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/yoXQNa2RMeQ/s400/swamppuff2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309532413116417570" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa8_mQinKvI/AAAAAAAAAXA/owNYAMcycJY/s1600-h/swamppuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa8_mQinKvI/AAAAAAAAAXA/owNYAMcycJY/s400/swamppuff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309532412200823538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Hehe that's Fizi with me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; I am only 152cm tall so when my feet couldn't reach any bottom of the swamp, I panicked for a few seconds. Anysz was laughing at this moment because I wailed out his name ~ ba, biasalah, if Jef was there, I'd wailed out his. Hehe. You know what I mean...the other guys are too manly for me to ask for help from ~&lt;/span&gt; Thanks ya Fizi! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Then again, the swamp wasn't that deep. Silly me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa8_mjPbABI/AAAAAAAAAXI/PMqYx_HUYgI/s1600-h/Mud-People.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa8_mjPbABI/AAAAAAAAAXI/PMqYx_HUYgI/s400/Mud-People.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309532417220608018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa8_m29ENlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/u0OTKhPK6-s/s1600-h/mudpeople2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa8_m29ENlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/u0OTKhPK6-s/s400/mudpeople2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309532422512326226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note that as soon as each of us would come out from the swamp, we'll get our faces 'muddified'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a short outing. We were supposed to go for 'Water Confident' this evening but it rained heavily + thunderstorm + flashing lightning so only one group had th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa9V3vb8JtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/vk2VOgd-2qw/s1600-h/mudfaces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa9V3vb8JtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/vk2VOgd-2qw/s400/mudfaces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309556901807924946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e opportunity to get wet in the lake. Tonight too, we had 'Malam Kebudayaan'...what Phoenix performed, I have no idea! All I know was that we did the 60's dance of some sort...our group came out as the best, which was kinda' unexpected. We had a little misunderstanding with our coach so we were feeling a bit down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, throughout the camping trip, I've learnt a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-1159654417334173559?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/1159654417334173559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=1159654417334173559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/1159654417334173559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/1159654417334173559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/03/co-camping-part-2.html' title='CO-Camping # Part 2'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa88vBe-g7I/AAAAAAAAAWw/3MLCDm9kakI/s72-c/webrescue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-7492781170777884398</id><published>2009-03-01T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:23:35.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CO-Camping # Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's right, C.A.M.P.I.N.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my family were laughing their heads off when they heard I'm going camping...who would have thought that Urod @ Yot would actually camp outside. Hah! Yeah ~ I surprised myself too. Me? Going camping? Hahaha ~ bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I have any options. If I did, you really think I'd go for it? Duh ~ I had to if I want to get a good grade for my co-curriculum this semester. I've no damn intention to repeat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;26th February 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped IDA102 today. Waited for the bus at the KOOP...sent a few messages to G. He's been to Malacca once and it so happened he did jog around Hutan Rekreasi Ayer Keroh. It kinda' brings back the memories ~ okay, enough of that! We're talking camping here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when we arrived we were greeted with a cool, refreshing drink. Ah, it felt like ages since I've drink something that cold ~ you guys know how I love cold stuffs...despite the fact that it's unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing we were to be divided into groups, I (foolishly) prayed I'll be teamed up with Polan and Fir. I don't know why but I prayed and well, I guess Heaven loves me. It happened. And then Polan asked me if I could switch with one of their friends who just so happens to be in the same group my level mates were in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refused. Three reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The coaches might get angry.&lt;br /&gt;2. It's uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;3. I've to gain experience, mix with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And poof! Voila! Everything changes there and then - no further elaboration - period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...the only thing we did today was walking in the so-called jungle near midnight, blindfolded. It doesn't make any difference since they took off my glasses. I'm literally blind haha lolx. It was really fun though. You know that there's this rule that says you can't be too loud when you're walking among the trees, right? Or else the forest spirits might take a liking to you...hmm no one listened to that obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the commanders who came with us was my senior roommate, Afida. I knew it was her who was poking my ear with a twig so there was a slip of tongue where I said I might slap her - oops! I don't mean it but it's really funny...I'm sure she was laughing. Come to think of it, she's been teasing me the whole time. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I almost forgot! Before we went night-walking, we had to design our group logo and decide on a motto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa81BN5ceyI/AAAAAAAAAWI/sA2qLuqbqac/s1600-h/logomotto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa81BN5ceyI/AAAAAAAAAWI/sA2qLuqbqac/s400/logomotto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309520780719848226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa81BbEq_oI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/CgxvZR291ww/s1600-h/logomottoend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa81BbEq_oI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/CgxvZR291ww/s400/logomottoend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309520784256597634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;If I'm not mistaken, I think it was FaliQ OM who drew the logo and iQah's hands were used for the hand prints...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our logo was kinda' Indie - with a heart in the middle, a fire on top of it and angel wings. And then there were two muddy hand prints under the heart. This wacky group, ladies and gents was named Phoenix (supposedly meaning that we dare to 'die' and rise again). Well, I can see that in our members &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; I'm just happy that there are other DMC1Es in our group: Danial, Polan and Fir. Anysz and Fizi were the PBSM members who tagged along with us tomorrow's activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-7492781170777884398?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/7492781170777884398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=7492781170777884398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/7492781170777884398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/7492781170777884398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/03/co-camping-part-1.html' title='CO-Camping # Part 1'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/Sa81BN5ceyI/AAAAAAAAAWI/sA2qLuqbqac/s72-c/logomotto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-7449302805557168117</id><published>2009-02-18T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:36:18.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One Letter for You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been delaying &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://inobongproper.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-again.html"&gt;this tag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from my cousin, Phil a.k.a. Aning but I've to do it anyway :) So, what is the rule this time? I've to answer 19 Qs with my own answers that start with my initial - the letter M. Then again, all answers must be the truth, no lies. No using the same answer twice, no using my own name for the boy/girl questions and I've to tag 10 other people. Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Margaretta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A four letter word: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's name: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Murray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's name: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Muriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Maestro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A colour: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Magenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you wear: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Masquerade Mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A food: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Madeleine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Something found in the bathroom:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Menthol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A place: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mauritius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A reason for being late: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Menses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Something you shout:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Ma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A movie title: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Madea Goes to Jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Something you drink: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A musical group:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Marie Digby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A street name: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Melaka Baru 1/2 street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A type of car: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mercedes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A song title: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Magic (by Sanna Nielsen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. A verb: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who are those lucky 10? Hmm no one, fortunately. Consider yourself tagged if you have time to waste on this :) Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-7449302805557168117?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/7449302805557168117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=7449302805557168117&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/7449302805557168117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/7449302805557168117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-one-letter-for-you.html' title='Just One Letter for You'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-373728303529356340</id><published>2009-02-14T20:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:04:58.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine 'Tis Valentine?</title><content type='html'>I should be out today, celebrating Lovers' Day with, uh...no one special. No one special...then why am I so effing frustrated about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm not a bit frustrated - no, not at all. Depressed for being single? Nope. Missing someone terribly like goddamn hell? You bet! And I bet that someone knows I'm actually missing him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My singleness apart, I had MassComm induction today with KOMED from 8.00am - 5.00 pm. Again, back home I used to hate this kind of stuff since I'd rather stick to the PC. However, now that I'm in Malacca and there's no 24 hours-streamyx connectivity, I had to attend it whether I like it or not, being a good university student who's willing to participate in campus activities (NOT!). Some random photos for you all at home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SZyuxSb8SWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LTO1TQp9EwE/s1600-h/para2purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SZyuxSb8SWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LTO1TQp9EwE/s400/para2purple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304306622921460066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Lolx my team - we were called "Para Para Purple" - other 3 are missing and of course, I was the one who took this shot - duh! We came in last because we didn't bother about the marks. We just know we should have fun today so fun we actually had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SZyvrrYHIwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/qRy-XMtOt7s/s1600-h/ainayuyot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SZyvrrYHIwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/qRy-XMtOt7s/s400/ainayuyot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304307626048692994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ma, I didn't eat breakfast. It was spicy so I just drank the grenadine instead =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SZyvrkxGA3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Q3Jzweoy7Vs/s1600-h/ainayu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SZyvrkxGA3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Q3Jzweoy7Vs/s400/ainayu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304307624274428786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SZyvrs2v0AI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RpLZ96ImNRA/s1600-h/shaheliani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SZyvrs2v0AI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RpLZ96ImNRA/s400/shaheliani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304307626445623298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From left to right: Ain &amp;amp; Ayu, Eliani &amp;amp; Shah. Ain is my classmate. Ayu is sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eliani is bubbly an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d friendly. I like her. Shah is, well, she's nice I guess - I didn't get to know her enough for an entry. My apolog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SZyxKxWYGuI/AAAAAAAAAVA/5HmOqxFmPOo/s1600-h/anyss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SZyxKxWYGuI/AAAAAAAAAVA/5HmOqxFmPOo/s400/anyss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304309259739601634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SZyxLW8opGI/AAAAAAAAAVI/MPDIZZXQx3g/s1600-h/jefo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SZyxLW8opGI/AAAAAAAAAVI/MPDIZZXQx3g/s400/jefo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304309269832180834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Anyss who is also my classmate, reminds me of Jef - in many ways hahaha. No offense but they're what I call metros :P Guys, I mean it good, okay ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SZyxLpItAGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4yFaevkKS8E/s1600-h/deb8rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SZyxLpItAGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4yFaevkKS8E/s400/deb8rs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304309274714636386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The English debaters - Noel (far left) is from UiTM KBM, Jef, Farah, Tina and Ash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SZyxLzDEh_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/hyhDD08BiF0/s1600-h/becker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SZyxLzDEh_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/hyhDD08BiF0/s400/becker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304309277375367154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;...and this is Becker, one of our MassComm seniors. Posting this up because he has a blog somewhere (I read it, okay? Seriously, he's cute but not THAT cute, mind you. I know what you're thinking when I say cute. Hmph!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was hot but it was also a fun, fun day - helped me to forget what happened last night. Oh yeah, as an induction tradition, we were bathed with sticky, gooey flour (+ water). Hell it was to wash my hair after that. Urgh! And my slacks ~ boohoohoo ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Question of the day: How was your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-373728303529356340?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/373728303529356340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=373728303529356340&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/373728303529356340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/373728303529356340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/02/mine-tis-valentine.html' title='Mine &apos;Tis Valentine?'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SZyuxSb8SWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LTO1TQp9EwE/s72-c/para2purple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-1206401896736543541</id><published>2009-02-13T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:40:00.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 13th</title><content type='html'>Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this be a lesson: "Yourself before others"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, just when I was being optimistic about humans, Reality slammed the door right in my face! That was harsh ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I've been too nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or she just doesn't get it. Either way, I can't blame her if she wants to have fun. That's normal. Thing is, inform me or any other CSS at least if you're staying out for another few nights or so. Duh! Now, I don't blame her. It's merely culture shock - which is *cough cough* annoying enough. I don't know which part of the statement, "WE'RE WORRIED ABOUT YOU" that she doesn't understand. I'm not implying anything here. Hmmm ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I've no mood to elaborate on it. It's not worth it. I thought LG did her some good...oh well, it's not human to be completely invincible to temptations. Again, I don't blame her. I'm just annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then, Mr Life, may I be cold as I was before? Can you please allow me to build up my defensive walls once again??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh ~ this kind of situation proves exactly why I hate mixing around with girls. Even if I do, I make sure I mix around those whose friendship is actually valuable in this life. Speaking of which, I miss Gurl, Audrey, LC and San2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's funny, eh? You bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-1206401896736543541?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/1206401896736543541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=1206401896736543541&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/1206401896736543541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/1206401896736543541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th.html' title='Friday 13th'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-8422746523631949665</id><published>2009-02-09T00:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:34:59.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LG 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MJCC Leadership Gathering 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oasis Cannosian Retreat House, Kluang, Johor&lt;br /&gt;6th - 8th February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SZi3nfUj8rI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7_gcKCSORqA/s1600-h/The-good-shepard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SZi3nfUj8rI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7_gcKCSORqA/s400/The-good-shepard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303190450279281330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;"JADIKANKU GEMB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;ALA SEPERTIMU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those at home would know that I am not the kind of person who usually attend camps like this - for reasons unknown even to myself. This time, however, it was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my seniors first mentioned about LG, I've no doubts (surprisingly) when I told them I'd go. I mean, I know myself. Leadership is really not a thing for me. I was never the one who'd gladly take in the position. I've always loved to work alone - yes, I do ask for help when the need arises but I'd still work alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I told them I'd go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of which I have no regrets at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being far away from home does affect me actually, no matter how I tried to mask it as I usually do. In campus, Christians are less than a percent here and we're not really bonded among ourselves (some, not all). Still, it was enough for me to stick on my grounds. At least, I'm very much in love with a bunch of my CSS seniors here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout LG I've met some more Catholics and though most of them are Sarawakians, I must say, I feel so much better to meet other Sabahans. Come to think of it, I don't mix a lot with people back home but everything's different now - in a way that I tend to stick with my CSS group. Hey, Fr. Jojo and Br. Alvin were fun to have around! You don't want me to get started on the other participants because as far as I can remember, I haven't laughed as much as I did during LG since the day I came to Malacca (except when I was with my campus' CSS seniors). I don't know but maybe, just maybe, I tend to tease those who are really dear to me. Judging from my situation here, I don't think teasing is applicable in campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLX. I'm getting out of topic here. On second thought, I don't think I am. It just concludes that LG meant a lot to me - being there with my 'family', of whose dos and don'ts I'm familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, sue me for the lack of photos but weirdly enough, on occasions like this I tend to lose hold of my camera and get more in touch with the event itself...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG was fun - with some more growing up (mentally, spiritually) in the process and a bit of a crush along the way...oops! Bummer. That shouldn't have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;By the way, happy birthday Ma! I love you so much ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-8422746523631949665?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/8422746523631949665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=8422746523631949665&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/8422746523631949665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/8422746523631949665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/02/lg-2009.html' title='LG 2009'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SZi3nfUj8rI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7_gcKCSORqA/s72-c/The-good-shepard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-8067320877418766383</id><published>2009-02-03T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:48:22.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Happy Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As far as I can see it, I'd probably be happy enough to not procrastinate in campus &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Truth to be told, there's something I wish to say to somebody but thankfully, this is a family blog so yeah, I can't. If I do, it would sound childish enough to actually think it matters (when it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; matter) - there's a "You're out after the third strike" rule, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do I want to rant on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, let's just forget about it. I'm in my usual indifferent mood with a little indignation. Why do people wonder if I'm isolating myself and avoiding others? Humans. It's the first time I've heard such a comment. Me isolating myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I once said I've hundreds of acquaintances and only a few whom I really call my friends. I'm not being judgmental but these friends of mine, they've proven themselves well enough I just can't ignore them. I care for others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Golden Rule&lt;/span&gt; says, "Do unto others as you would have others do unto you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Silver Rule&lt;/span&gt; says, "Don't do unto others as you wouldn't have others do unto you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Iron Rule&lt;/span&gt; says, "Don't let others do unto you what you wouldn't do to others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm trying to be a friend to everyone else who comes across my path, especially those who have proven themselves. I won't judge but merely observe and the only one who can ask me whether I'm isolating myself is no one - because those who know me well know who I am, therefore they won't ask. Those who do ask, well, my apologies then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-8067320877418766383?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/8067320877418766383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=8067320877418766383&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/8067320877418766383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/8067320877418766383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-happy-enough.html' title='I&apos;m Happy Enough'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-7991967717453713024</id><published>2009-02-02T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:20:24.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYeYbnMA2PI/AAAAAAAAASw/pcfKkM64kMk/s1600-h/happybirthdaydad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYeYbnMA2PI/AAAAAAAAASw/pcfKkM64kMk/s400/happybirthdaydad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298371086767937778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Papa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've reached the big 6-0 this year but you're always so busy. You were and are always on the move. As you're aging I hope you won't get yourself overworked. Stay at home sometimes and get a rest because you deserve it after all those you've done for us. Take good care of your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to our good Lord that He may keep you in good health and bless you with abundant grace now and in the years ahead. May He keeps you safe from harm. Much love from your daughter away from home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PA! GOD BLESS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-7991967717453713024?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/7991967717453713024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=7991967717453713024&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/7991967717453713024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/7991967717453713024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday, Dad!'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYeYbnMA2PI/AAAAAAAAASw/pcfKkM64kMk/s72-c/happybirthdaydad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-9106936896541413160</id><published>2009-02-01T06:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:13:45.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss me yet?</title><content type='html'>Bet you don't. Still, I've to keep my word. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a month (and approx. 6 days) since I've been living in campus. Nothing much happened - yet but I did have some fun touring around. Here's a recap of January in Malacca for you all back home &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYd4arYlI4I/AAAAAAAAARo/bPPORs-uwng/s1600-h/lookdownsmile.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 30px; height: 30px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYd4arYlI4I/AAAAAAAAARo/bPPORs-uwng/s200/lookdownsmile.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298335886342431618"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Everything's New&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A new year, new places to tire my feet for, new people to talk to, new room to lock myself in, new food to snort at - new everything. Somehow I find myself in Malacca city prior to the New Year. I was out with a few friends (with Lady and Jeff, actually - and two of Jeff's classmates). We had no idea of how exactly are we going to celebrate NY...since everyone seems to be on a tight budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;So guess what? We ended up queuing at McD, as if there was nothing else better to do &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYd8JWoJR7I/AAAAAAAAARw/5aalC89rESo/s1600-h/go.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 30px; height: 30px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYd8JWoJR7I/AAAAAAAAARw/5aalC89rESo/s200/go.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298339986759305138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. What a great way to celebrate NY, right? Well, at least I had my fill. I was damn hungry. And like the weary, evil mastermind I persuaded them to head back to the hotel to sleep. Zzzzz....I know they wanted to walk around. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lalalalala I'm a window shopper, a miser when it comes to bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ying stuffs for myself. &lt;/span&gt;But I spent RM300 for office wear - just so I have something to wear to class since the ones I brought from home appears to be inappropriate. Bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, Jeff introduced us to Noel, a Sabahan senior from KBM who became our unofficial tour guide for the day. We bumped into a few more UiTM seniors, two of them from my campus in Lendu - Aziff and Mak Su (Tina). I did take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; photos walking around so here's a few for you guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[They're small - yes. Intentionally small. Pretend it's not.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYeCWlCirjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_xYw4xyLzCk/s1600-h/azifnjef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYeCWlCirjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_xYw4xyLzCk/s400/azifnjef.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298346811036184114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYeCW6OkjRI/AAAAAAAAASA/I7CdAeHw3Lk/s1600-h/azifnjef002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYeCW6OkjRI/AAAAAAAAASA/I7CdAeHw3Lk/s400/azifnjef002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298346816723782930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and Aziff talking about DSLR - which I'm supposed to buy in my 3rd semester *ahem*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYeCW6RSTBI/AAAAAAAAASY/thwtW18vK0I/s1600-h/beca2walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYeCW6RSTBI/AAAAAAAAASY/thwtW18vK0I/s400/beca2walk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298346816735169554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short trishaw ride that costs us RM10. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suminakai zou miampai ii Jeff sabab kiwaa po songulun kusai ii okon ko tulun tokou. Nung sumakai zou miampai isio nga kiwaa mai boboroson tulun...koni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYeCW8ezkxI/AAAAAAAAASQ/OqLpIlqDJLg/s1600-h/snakeysnakey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYeCW8ezkxI/AAAAAAAAASQ/OqLpIlqDJLg/s400/snakeysnakey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298346817328747282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: Mak Su, Noel, Aziff, Azril, Yot and Lady. Lady's from Telupid :) I think that's a python we're holding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYeCW8gdlUI/AAAAAAAAASI/qdtVGDSDanw/s1600-h/ibankadazan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYeCW8gdlUI/AAAAAAAAASI/qdtVGDSDanw/s400/ibankadazan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298346817335694658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a trivia: Which one is a Kadazan? Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And ya, I was asked the silly question when I first came into the campus: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mantad ko Sabah? Oh...Songkuo di linaid nu nokoion id M'sia? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My answer was a blank stare.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nonggo mah Sabah id pomuandaman diolo ti&lt;/span&gt;...Ngo.&lt;br /&gt;Haha I'm not that good in written Kadus and well, it's all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rujak-rujak&lt;/span&gt; kan &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYeJ-3C_awI/AAAAAAAAASg/CefjucjWH4Q/s1600-h/beatbrick.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 30px; height: 30px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYeJ-3C_awI/AAAAAAAAASg/CefjucjWH4Q/s200/beatbrick.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298355199646067458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. My apologies for that but really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;au zou moboos boos diolo. Paduli mah. Okon ko koiho zou nogi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-9106936896541413160?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/9106936896541413160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=9106936896541413160&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/9106936896541413160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/9106936896541413160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/02/miss-me-yet.html' title='Miss me yet?'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYd4arYlI4I/AAAAAAAAARo/bPPORs-uwng/s72-c/lookdownsmile.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334121294471895725.post-1397456947026693526</id><published>2009-01-29T13:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:28:11.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*knock knock*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYFCWxWcXmI/AAAAAAAAARg/Q6-Mdo6sD8M/s1600-h/newlaptopowner-by-johnsu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYFCWxWcXmI/AAAAAAAAARg/Q6-Mdo6sD8M/s400/newlaptopowner-by-johnsu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296587595736440418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are five reasons why I've been a dead blogger for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lack of "my space" - not that effing webbie but MY OWN SPACE as in, I used to blog straight from the family's computer so there wasn't really enough privacy for me because I just don't feel like it and I'm usually a nocturnal blogger though unfortunately the PC is always occupied either by my brother or myself, which is when I'm downloading some stuffs and hell, it's eating up the surfing speed 'cause well, yeah, I download &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stuffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - as in lots of stuffs at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I used to blog on Wordpress and the very thought of any one of my immediate family gets to read it is ----- unthinkable. It's a natural feel. Not with this one though. THIS is meant to be read by YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My favourite Guardian was on trial till New Year... [=.=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I was busy preparing for Christmas ages before December even arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I forgot. Or rather, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was distracted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT OF COURSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I can't defy the urge to misuse the super-advancing communication tech poisoning our minds lately - especially now that I have broadband...I'm sure you wouldn't like any more excuses from me ('cause I don't, myself) and besides, I told my friends I'd update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too lazy to text all of you. You would be too. Blogging is more convenient, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I raise my case with the official launch *drum rolls, please* of ----- Nay, let's just say I'm a revived blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On this date (January 29th 2009), I, Yot as the person who blogs behind the screen for this particular blog, announce that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life@Flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is now officially...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...official?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back in February. It's too late to re-blog now. It's almost the end of the month. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334121294471895725-1397456947026693526?l=lifeatflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/feeds/1397456947026693526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334121294471895725&amp;postID=1397456947026693526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/1397456947026693526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334121294471895725/posts/default/1397456947026693526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatflight.blogspot.com/2009/01/knock-knock.html' title='*knock knock*'/><author><name>margrmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516443412418955602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjgZ6gx0yOU/TWufhF4NBnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j9xv3GAzvZQ/s220/Snapshot_20110217_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjpSlDuXtVw/SYFCWxWcXmI/AAAAAAAAARg/Q6-Mdo6sD8M/s72-c/newlaptopowner-by-johnsu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
