<?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-1509143343670752290</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:01:43.671+10:30</updated><title type='text'>......A POCKET FULL OF STARS.....</title><subtitle type='html'>twinkle twinkle little star
how i wonder what you are</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-2818045544658148092</id><published>2010-05-04T01:27:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:32:04.984+09:30</updated><title type='text'>might be moving site</title><content type='html'>i think i should continue to blog again..so this time i'll start with using a new site called Tumblr..so check it out.. (her-journey.tumblr.com).  &lt;div&gt;sooooo see u there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(i'll try to keep it update) =)&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/1509143343670752290-2818045544658148092?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/2818045544658148092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=2818045544658148092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/2818045544658148092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/2818045544658148092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2010/05/might-be-moving-site.html' title='might be moving site'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-5120244470291105747</id><published>2010-03-31T02:28:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2010-04-05T02:43:05.968+09:30</updated><title type='text'>At Last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wah...its been quiet awhile that i've update my blog...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, will try my best to keep this thing updated..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets start with this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me getting this at last after been planing to have it since last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this thing shines every time i look down..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tadaaa.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/S7jGKKxKfbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ozqBYd-u71c/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/S7jGKKxKfbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ozqBYd-u71c/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456328826550910386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the thought of wanting to have this comes back a few days ago&lt;div&gt;went in and out of the shop 3 times and only then I have it pierce..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, didn't regret doing it (YET)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well felt like awesome shit though.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esther&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x0x0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/1509143343670752290-5120244470291105747?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/5120244470291105747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=5120244470291105747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/5120244470291105747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/5120244470291105747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2010/03/at-last.html' title='At Last...'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/S7jGKKxKfbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ozqBYd-u71c/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-620657746436584878</id><published>2010-02-28T03:37:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2010-02-28T03:37:48.388+10:30</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>cried n giving herself a pat on the shoulder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-620657746436584878?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/620657746436584878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=620657746436584878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/620657746436584878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/620657746436584878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2010/02/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-4040412852162529127</id><published>2009-08-23T23:49:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:21:10.849+09:30</updated><title type='text'>stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;wah..its been awhile, didn't update this thing call blog.. well not much happen in July.. well,i was sick. 1st time sick in Adelaide..very2 sick..but not that severe. BTW its not swine flu OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its when stupidity strike me and Susan. we try to take bath with cold water when its winter season..Gawd!!! i think i was dancing the whole time in the shower. lucky me i didn't slip and fall..the water was damn freezing. its like the cold water u get from the fridge..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after 2 days, i had a cold/flu which leads to cough then my temperature was 39.8 yes i had a fever, which sucks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so conclution: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never ever try to shower with cold water during winter season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well a really Good experience which i will never repeat again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-esther-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*next- gonna try to walk from the campus to the city which is 8.7km..no more winter,its gonna be SPRING!!! cant wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-4040412852162529127?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/4040412852162529127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=4040412852162529127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/4040412852162529127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/4040412852162529127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupidity.html' title='stupidity'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-8600279780818259512</id><published>2009-06-09T01:23:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:28:00.564+09:30</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED</title><content type='html'>This tagged need you to write on a piece of paper to show how your handwriting look likes and fit your own personality.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules of the tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. Write down who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Answer these:&lt;br /&gt;- your name / username / pseudo&lt;br /&gt;- right-handed or left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;- your favorite letters to write?&lt;br /&gt;- your least favorite letters to write?- Write “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.”&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 5 person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's the anwer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/Si00UgMYKHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/lIuVQytpQnY/s1600-h/Photo0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344985859602524274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/Si00UgMYKHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/lIuVQytpQnY/s320/Photo0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/Si00UjVLXXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ZZb-V4imFrc/s1600-h/Photo0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344985860444740978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/Si00UjVLXXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ZZb-V4imFrc/s320/Photo0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/Si00UflkToI/AAAAAAAAAU0/G7JtTiJlMqM/s1600-h/Photo0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344985859439742594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/Si00UflkToI/AAAAAAAAAU0/G7JtTiJlMqM/s320/Photo0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks Ruth...!!&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/1509143343670752290-8600279780818259512?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/8600279780818259512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=8600279780818259512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/8600279780818259512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/8600279780818259512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged.html' title='TAGGED'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/Si00UgMYKHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/lIuVQytpQnY/s72-c/Photo0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-2920455982942690616</id><published>2009-06-08T00:30:00.007+09:30</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:24:15.645+09:30</updated><title type='text'>10 pins to lights</title><content type='html'>at last, we manage to play bowling after 4 times we can't make it..heee..=) lots of excuses and reason..good ones..woke up around 12pm,had a light lunch then went down,because of miscommunication, we meet the others in the bus..accompany nelson,ivanka and johnny for their lunch at hungry jack's..i thought I'm going to control my food intake but i can't stand the fries in front of me..&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm addicted to fried tuber with sodium chloride aka french fries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after makan2,went to the bowling center somewhere near the city. played 2 set which cost $18.00,yea expensive but whatever we enjoyed it..&lt;br /&gt;1st set we played just for fun,2nd set we compete...and i got the highest point..hahak.."sorry nelson,i win" =p&lt;br /&gt;after bowling,went to the city,shop for shoes and boots for the winter..its gonna be cold this year and winter is near,lots of sale now...0.0&lt;br /&gt;at night, we went to see how Aussie enjoy their night life...it was so random that one &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; my friend planned this,we took the last bus down to the city again and it was raining some more. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;'no car ma,pakai bus lah'&lt;/span&gt;..so we head to the club,&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;'red square'&lt;/span&gt;..i was sleepy while lining outside the club,thanks 2 3 for free facebook on mobile..waited for almost 1 hour,standing in this cold whether just to get in..&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;crazy?yeah we were crazy ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.so had a few drinks,enjoyed the night,,didn't stayed long, was tired and sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok.enuf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SivZtB1JPKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/WZP0oLvmfqo/s1600-h/Photo0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344604750413905058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SivZtB1JPKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/WZP0oLvmfqo/s320/Photo0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; love the bowling center...nice light with disco ball..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SivZs5go0fI/AAAAAAAAAUU/tgZPSOMvS9s/s1600-h/Photo0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344604748180410866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SivZs5go0fI/AAAAAAAAAUU/tgZPSOMvS9s/s320/Photo0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with the gurls..(ivanka and susan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SivZa4SviaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7P0r3dgJKzw/s1600-h/Photo0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344604438616050082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SivZa4SviaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7P0r3dgJKzw/s320/Photo0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;strike..in ur face dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SivYGNFjJiI/AAAAAAAAATs/ckyNfIXZN0w/s1600-h/Photo0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344602983908976162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SivYGNFjJiI/AAAAAAAAATs/ckyNfIXZN0w/s320/Photo0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the people i went with..(susan,gary,ivanka,nelson,johnny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SivYDeG1I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/IvQSVUfV7Rw/s1600-h/Photo0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344602936938144642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SivYDeG1I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/IvQSVUfV7Rw/s320/Photo0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with susan..sober and tired face..hehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SivYDOxWOFI/AAAAAAAAATc/NI_i4UahqPc/s1600-h/Photo0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344602932821506130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SivYDOxWOFI/AAAAAAAAATc/NI_i4UahqPc/s320/Photo0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ladies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;since i still have 3 more weeks of holiday,alot more to explore in adelaide..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;skybar after this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SivXJY-WQ9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Zq2z1izwxn8/s1600-h/Photo0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344601939127976914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SivXJY-WQ9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Zq2z1izwxn8/s200/Photo0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;esther&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;xOxO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-2920455982942690616?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/2920455982942690616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=2920455982942690616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/2920455982942690616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/2920455982942690616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2009/06/at-last-we-manage-to-play-bowling-after.html' title='10 pins to lights'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SivZtB1JPKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/WZP0oLvmfqo/s72-c/Photo0043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-8813795641252037817</id><published>2009-06-05T13:25:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:46:20.960+09:30</updated><title type='text'>midnight bottle</title><content type='html'>wine and alchol is cheap here..so u guys who love to drink,dont come here or else u'll die early..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blek=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for fun,bought this back..thought wan to drink this..yeayea.very low percentage only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SivjVEq-XsI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rCNwj34TDXE/s1600-h/Photo0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344615333975973570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SivjVEq-XsI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rCNwj34TDXE/s320/Photo0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which end up drinking this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SivjU5ImpEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/OTz0mse3PXc/s1600-h/Photo0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344615330879022146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 528px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SivjU5ImpEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/OTz0mse3PXc/s320/Photo0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my friend was hanging out in my room, we were planing to drink the one in the 1st pic..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so he dare us to drink what he got in his room..which is this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell i what,my first time..had 5 shot, feeling dizzy already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well,im sorry love..i;ve told u everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/1509143343670752290-8813795641252037817?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/8813795641252037817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=8813795641252037817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/8813795641252037817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/8813795641252037817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2009/05/midnight-bottle.html' title='midnight bottle'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SivjVEq-XsI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rCNwj34TDXE/s72-c/Photo0035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-6551110602117471890</id><published>2009-05-16T00:13:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:30:44.435+09:30</updated><title type='text'>moneymoneymoney....</title><content type='html'>today is my second last day placement.. I'm feeling so exhausted and excited at the same time.. these 3 weeks was really a good experience for me.  guess what, when we was having our 10 minutes break, suddenly i taught if we work everyday like this,8 hours some more..gosh we'll get to earn lots of money..see this placement is on of our assignment too..we need to do at least 172.5 hours to get sign off..say pass lar... so if this placement we get paid,which we don't.. if we do,it'll be 1 hour $18..so do the math thing,I'll get at least 3K  which is without the tax fee lar...0.0&lt;br /&gt;3k aie......i can buy lots and lots of stuff just in 3 weeks...what if 3 months? 1 year here can go back lah... buy myself a sport car..or  house near the beach, or might go sky diving or snow boarding which I'm eyeing now...$.$ *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moneymoney&lt;br /&gt;esther&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-6551110602117471890?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/6551110602117471890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=6551110602117471890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/6551110602117471890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/6551110602117471890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2009/05/moneymoneymoney.html' title='moneymoneymoney....'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-4150069262612545229</id><published>2009-05-13T22:47:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:30:54.717+09:30</updated><title type='text'>feeling lost and *syuk* today</title><content type='html'>gosh... stupid china guy don't understand English.. end up i need to clean up the mess he did.pissed me off...because of him, everything was late; and some of resident got agitated.. wasting my energy and time..gawd,i need a full body massage....someone,anybody,can give a a massage please...*giving the cute doggy face*&lt;br /&gt;maybe tired also because i didn't get enough sleep last night...seriously i went to bed like 10.30pm end up twisting and turning, i can't sleep because many things was running &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*crazy*&lt;/span&gt; in my mind like things here, stuff  and people i miss.. haih,is it why things change because i come here ka?&lt;br /&gt;GOd i really need you tell me and show me the way..&lt;br /&gt;praying everyday about you* and everything..sometimes i feel like wanna give up but there is always this small voice inside of me that ask me to be patient and have faith...the word FAITH was always ringing in my head...sometime i think that this things happen is it because of this step i take? how i wish i know..&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;God will u tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until 12 midnight,i can't stand it anymore, i needed to talk to someone.. can't called mummy cause i just talk to her.so end up i called Doreen..she's my partner in crime..hehee..'&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yen, i know u're reading this'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*wink2*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a really good chat last night don't we...told her about what I've been doing,what problems I'm facing, basically everything well maybe not..no worries,i'll call u again..&lt;br /&gt;its been a while i didn't share my problem with someone. i've tried to share with some people but...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hmm..keeping it to myself and it hurts...&lt;/span&gt;'_' i wish to talk to someone often but i don't know how....( ya i know buka mulut lah) in the end, all are &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bullshits...*silly old bugger.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell u what yen,i still don't know what I'm suppose to do...I'm so lost...i want to go back...this changes i thought was it because of this step i took?&lt;br /&gt;another good news i wanna tell u..i've found someone that will teach me how to surf... and he's a surfer dude..he called me and tell me that&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;..*wink2*&lt;/span&gt;huahahaak....tell gideon that..hehee.. can't wait till next summer...wishing you were here...miss hanging out with ya &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DOREEN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (still can't believe u read my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gurl in pain &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;(hopefully not a pain in the arse for ya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther&lt;br /&gt;x0x0..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-4150069262612545229?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/4150069262612545229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-7959849505776774803</id><published>2009-05-12T23:31:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:00:57.169+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Somebody...somebody</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Different people with interesting character..working the the elder people was quite fun but can be quite annoying too.. why i say that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;because she keep on repeating the same thing everyday...we call them BA BO..hehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;imagine everyday u hear this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"somebody, help me, i need to go to the toilet!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"somebody, help me, i finish the toilet! i don't like this.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"can anyone tell me what's the day today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"can anyone tell me what are we gonna do today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"can somebody tell me what I'm going to do after this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"somebody, please help me, i need some money"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(latest phrase form her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the annoying part is, u answer her after a few minutes she will start asking the same question again and again..if tidak layan she will start shouting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and i can memorize it and imitate her voice..i know I'm good at it...hehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fun part is we fool around with her sometimes... look at all the open question she ask...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we answer her and she will forget what you tell her...you can simply answer her like&lt;br /&gt;"we're gonna kill you", "somebody's gonna get hurt really bad" and she'll say "ai??" and give the blur face...*role eyes*&lt;br /&gt;and the staff i work with are sporting also..especially working with Hazel, Brat, Jacinta and Alan(he's my adopted dad) will upload their picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt; is getting sleepy already..&lt;br /&gt;that somebody is&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;esther&lt;br /&gt;x0x0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-7959849505776774803?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/7959849505776774803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=7959849505776774803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/7959849505776774803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/7959849505776774803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2009/05/somebodysomebody.html' title='Somebody...somebody'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-8962250833004442080</id><published>2009-05-06T22:36:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:01:45.390+09:30</updated><title type='text'>things we enjoy doing...</title><content type='html'>i would rather choose to study rather than working...miss all the fun in class...i wont write much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....pictures.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SgGN73kRbPI/AAAAAAAAASc/JGAB9TI1oO4/s1600-h/DSC00221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332699493451263218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SgGN73kRbPI/AAAAAAAAASc/JGAB9TI1oO4/s400/DSC00221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with evelyn&lt;/span&gt;.hakunna metata..no worries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SgGNqTiQZSI/AAAAAAAAASM/eyeHTxlyT4I/s1600-h/DSC00215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332699191721354530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SgGNqTiQZSI/AAAAAAAAASM/eyeHTxlyT4I/s400/DSC00215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dealing with some serious stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SgGNams2xPI/AAAAAAAAASE/JqYjA1bYhdg/s1600-h/DSC03591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332698921988179186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SgGNams2xPI/AAAAAAAAASE/JqYjA1bYhdg/s400/DSC03591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;assessment..all the serious faces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SgGNaa3e0nI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JL6Oy31OuMI/s1600-h/DSC03581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332698918811521650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SgGNaa3e0nI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JL6Oy31OuMI/s400/DSC03581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but we also did some monkey business too with mr smith... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;silly young buggers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SgGM8z0aK7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/59AOq_Y3rlo/s1600-h/DSC03597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332698410113444786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SgGM8z0aK7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/59AOq_Y3rlo/s400/DSC03597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my carer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SgGM8sRws8I/AAAAAAAAARs/RQvPiJfRtU4/s1600-h/DSC03602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332698408089072578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SgGM8sRws8I/AAAAAAAAARs/RQvPiJfRtU4/s400/DSC03602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; future nurse face...and the patient looks happy..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have learned alot and experience alot too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SgGMgyhuzKI/AAAAAAAAARk/vuQ7bXUgLak/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332697928730332322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SgGMgyhuzKI/AAAAAAAAARk/vuQ7bXUgLak/s400/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like missed the last bus..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sweet memories...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i know we're gonna have more fun....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SgGN73kRbPI/AAAAAAAAASc/JGAB9TI1oO4/s72-c/DSC00221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-4090107690182222515</id><published>2009-05-05T23:37:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:01:45.287+09:30</updated><title type='text'>so sudden</title><content type='html'>Goshs......i juz miss the things i do before that i wish can do it now,here and i wonder when i can do it again...?i know some i still can do but some i can't&lt;br /&gt;what i miss...&lt;br /&gt;-running my fingers on my piano and synthesizer and beating the drum..&lt;br /&gt;-driving the vios around miri&lt;br /&gt;-hockey&lt;br /&gt;-handball&lt;br /&gt;-squash&lt;br /&gt;-some sports too like long n high jump, running events..(gosh i dont think i can jump again coz i think my arse is heavy now)&lt;br /&gt;-golf&lt;br /&gt;-dancing&lt;br /&gt;-hanging out with my friends&lt;br /&gt;-miri's beach&lt;br /&gt;-most of all,i miss ma mummy's cooking, and the sinamu too.. and the bua ladeh also..damn i miss it so much..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-4090107690182222515?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/4090107690182222515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=4090107690182222515' 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weekend</title><content type='html'>thought I'm going to enjoy my weekend after the 1 tired week of practical and have some plans with 2new Japanese friends &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i'll post their pic in future)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to harbour town for shopping,then go for the church international student youth thing which they called it O2 (oxygen) ,all because of my gum or tooth ache,so tidak jadi..i don't know whether it's my wisdom tooth growing or just my gum swelling but all i can say is,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's painful!!! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;which leads to my headache&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gawd i hate it,its like I'm wearing my braces again. i can't even chew my foods..back to the story,end up to rundle mall again*. and guess what 'my auntie came to visit' and i was in pain..cannot tahan until gotta take painkiller..haih,macam2 saja..&lt;br /&gt;went to do my phone line,went makan, walk around the city with the pain, felt sorry for the 2 girls. send them to the church then i went back Susan and johnny. waited for the bus for almost 1 hour in the cold autumn wind,and that how i got sick,slight fever that night.&lt;br /&gt;didn't went to church today.woke up at 11 somthing after my 12 hour slept. had some porridge, the pain is still there so went to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;haih..hopefully tomorrow will get a little better. starting my second week of practical.. cant wait to get over the practical assessment. and this reminds me that i still have 5 more assignments..0.0&lt;br /&gt;instead of doing my assignments, i did this........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/Sf162814pgI/AAAAAAAAARc/UFJSaqyTOAA/s1600-h/picasabackground.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331552618340197890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/Sf162814pgI/AAAAAAAAARc/UFJSaqyTOAA/s400/picasabackground.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;which i set as my desktop background,,,,Esther's faces &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;playing in my head, beach boys-sloop john B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;So hoist up the john bs sail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;See how the mainsail sets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Call for the dentist back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Let me go home, let me go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I wanna go home, yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Well my tooth hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I wanna go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( change the lyrics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;esther in pain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-4529533126094198060?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/4529533126094198060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=4529533126094198060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/4529533126094198060'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-7655853661145463724</id><published>2009-04-29T21:21:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:39:59.274+09:30</updated><title type='text'>the tired week starts...</title><content type='html'>first day practical i was posted in the dementia unit.. its my first time handling people with dementia..i was a Little scared because of the stories I've heard about dementia patients, but after that i like it. now i would prefer to walk with dementia rather than normal people. why,because its not so tiring working with them. besides that less demanding.. but need a lot of patience. and i got to be called doctor there..hahaak...&lt;br /&gt;one of them ask me this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;'should i go through the door or should i jump off the window?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pause for a few minutes, i wanted to ask him to jump of the window actually, i know im a good carer so i told him to use the door.&lt;br /&gt;I've learn alot when i was in this unit, get to handle different types of character..some are weird too...it was fun and tiring too..and i enjoyed it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-7655853661145463724?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/7655853661145463724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=7655853661145463724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/7655853661145463724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;it's taking me a long time to become the persom i want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;you can keep going long after you can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; either you control your attitude or it controls you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; heroes are the people who do what has to be done whan it needs to be done, regardless of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;money is a lousy way of keeping score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes the people you expected to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes when i'm angry i have the right to be angry but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; maturity has more to do with what types of experinces you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;no matter now bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are but we are responsoble for who we become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-3755921931561692369?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/3755921931561692369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=3755921931561692369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/3755921931561692369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/3755921931561692369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2009/04/lighter-side.html' title='The Lighter side'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-5490230388606758818</id><published>2009-04-13T23:48:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:37:06.617+09:30</updated><title type='text'>simple and sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's easter monday and it's esther day too! gosh,i just love my name.&lt;br /&gt;turning the big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; in Australia this year. wow...im 20 oldy. OMG,im old by age but i still look young=)..erm...God, can i throw the 0,i wanna be 2..?&lt;br /&gt;well, this year celebrate in a new place with new friends and i was happy to0 that Serena was here to celebrate with me this year in Australia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,enough with this&lt;br /&gt;pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SedDKPjeAYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/y5-jLrfLDsc/s1600-h/DSC03107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325298927641952642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SedDKPjeAYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/y5-jLrfLDsc/s400/DSC03107.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they manage to suprise me thou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SedCYs58sOI/AAAAAAAAAQc/0VkQvfVnqXk/s1600-h/RIMG5126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325298076527407330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SedCYs58sOI/AAAAAAAAAQc/0VkQvfVnqXk/s400/RIMG5126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; no cake for this yr but we have instant noodles instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325298074373418114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SedCYk4ZbII/AAAAAAAAAQU/zsfeVBWUqdg/s400/DSC03123.JPG" border="0" /&gt; and sing some songs....well not juz singing, we got some1 to dance too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SedCYTab9wI/AAAAAAAAAQM/gwzdBbhX_gs/s1600-h/DSC03166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325298069684352770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SedCYTab9wI/AAAAAAAAAQM/gwzdBbhX_gs/s400/DSC03166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;poor jerome, lose his foosball game got force to dance for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SedAgPMQ-HI/AAAAAAAAAQE/z0ZepIANrYk/s1600-h/DSC03206re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325296006966868082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SedAgPMQ-HI/AAAAAAAAAQE/z0ZepIANrYk/s400/DSC03206re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and we end up with doing Stupid random stuff.... like we always do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple and nice,&lt;br /&gt;i love it&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all of u..thanks for all the wishes too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muacks...&lt;br /&gt;esther&lt;br /&gt;x0x0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-5490230388606758818?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/5490230388606758818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=5490230388606758818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/5490230388606758818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/5490230388606758818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2009/04/simple-and-sweet.html' title='simple and sweet'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SedDKPjeAYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/y5-jLrfLDsc/s72-c/DSC03107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-7199431545018399683</id><published>2009-04-03T00:16:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:43:52.656+09:30</updated><title type='text'>5050</title><content type='html'>its Friday. Friday!!! hate Fridays now..&lt;br /&gt;during placement,well everything went quite smooth today. maybe because my mood was a little bit 5050 like that. so as i say everything was OK that morning except for the part where me and 2 of other carer wanted to shower a bed ridden resident. gosh, i tell u, when we did her, omg i nearly vomited. she has a bed sore where it got infected until u can put 3 fingers into the hole. the whole room smells..s..i tell u. with some fluids coming out of the hole. i ask what was that brown fluid and they told me is her feaces. the sore infected till her intestine. now she's using a tube through her intestine for her bowels.&lt;br /&gt;i really pity her,she suffer so much. when i went to see her again after that, i saw tears coming down from her eyes. she must be in so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;OK enough with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to my friends out there.. do appreciate your life. for &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;God  &lt;/span&gt;sake,stop the alcohol and nicotine,tar from entering and destroying your precious body.because this 2 poison are the causes of all kinds of disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if u don't want to die in pain in the future. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lar... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;unless u want to die in pain,i have nothing to say.i kesian saja lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-7199431545018399683?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/7199431545018399683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=7199431545018399683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/7199431545018399683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/7199431545018399683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2009/04/5050.html' title='5050'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-8958093735890818932</id><published>2009-03-29T15:28:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:19:24.179+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Daylight saving..</title><content type='html'>i was confident that i had change the time and guess what i missed the bus and missed Church 'again' today.(forgive me Lord)...y? because,i got it all mixed up,the daylight saving is gonna be next weekend.stupid me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me with a few of my friends was happy cause we have 25 hours today and end up only having 23 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...im having 2 days with 25 hours and a day with 23 hours..waw 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for next week..another 25 hours..hehee.. and JD from hillsong is coming.!!=) wohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another aussie slang.&lt;br /&gt;date-bum,arse..&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-8958093735890818932?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/8958093735890818932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=8958093735890818932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/8958093735890818932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/8958093735890818932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2009/03/daylight-saving.html' title='Daylight saving..'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-8620639927669514589</id><published>2009-03-25T03:35:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:49:34.623+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Superclarifragilisticexpialidous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;can u say it? Superclarifraglisticexpialidous. i don't know is that how u spell? hehee.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;john say,"if u cant say it fast,i will not pass ur English." i cant get it. i can but I'll go slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bored with the class, everyday practical in the afternoon,same thing bored with it,plus with all the nature's perfume around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bored and we end up with this,playing with Mr smith's hand (the dummy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the story goes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/Sco561Xr5ZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/udYPv5CmhaI/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317125992985912722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/Sco561Xr5ZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/udYPv5CmhaI/s400/DSC00170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hey mate, hand out ya money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/Sco563P2lHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/D1SwAylWWOY/s1600-h/DSC00171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317125993489929330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/Sco563P2lHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/D1SwAylWWOY/s400/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no way mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/Sco56vn_DuI/AAAAAAAAAPE/R8rj3GU7zx0/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317125991443664610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/Sco56vn_DuI/AAAAAAAAAPE/R8rj3GU7zx0/s400/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;walah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/Sco56Y__RLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DSB4br7Kkdc/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317125985370326194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/Sco56Y__RLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DSB4br7Kkdc/s400/DSC00173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and out came the hand!&lt;br /&gt;hahak,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Logoklogok,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;esther. =)&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/1509143343670752290-8620639927669514589?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/8620639927669514589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=8620639927669514589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/8620639927669514589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/8620639927669514589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2009/03/superclarifragilisticexpialidous.html' title='Superclarifragilisticexpialidous'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/Sco561Xr5ZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/udYPv5CmhaI/s72-c/DSC00170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-2034645140461210571</id><published>2009-03-24T00:02:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:26:26.386+10:30</updated><title type='text'>verbal diarrhea</title><content type='html'>im in a mess right now...i've had it! i'm getting the shits up by what u've done! with all the bullshits u're giving me.i think im gonna be a fruit loop sooner or later...well,big whoop!&lt;br /&gt;y does this feeling juz got to buggery?i dont want to be niggly at ya,but should i?nop. hvnt reach tat level.=Pcoz i know u wanna make me snaky..ya me know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya i know,im having verbal diarrhea&lt;br /&gt;Gawd...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incase u're wondering what im writting,dont even bother to know,coz im learnning aussie slang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-2034645140461210571?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/2034645140461210571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=2034645140461210571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/2034645140461210571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/2034645140461210571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2009/03/verbal-diarrhea.html' title='verbal diarrhea'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-447041595585433884</id><published>2009-03-23T16:50:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:17:25.069+10:30</updated><title type='text'>dream came true..</title><content type='html'>first he got me a synthesizer last year..my 1st baby,i miss it,and it's at home collecting dust.. haih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SdCexkpDrzI/AAAAAAAAAPk/cZ85QGfHLMw/s1600-h/Juno-D-top-lb%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318925734411218738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SdCexkpDrzI/AAAAAAAAAPk/cZ85QGfHLMw/s400/Juno-D-top-lb%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy as a pig in shit lar!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still can't believe he bought this for me..she's gonna be my second baby,i plan to earn my own money to get it actually..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but....well what can i say, he loves me!! thanks Daddy! muawh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SdCduJbjTpI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WXQiFRMzu1M/s1600-h/eos450dfront-001%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318924576055578258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SdCduJbjTpI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WXQiFRMzu1M/s400/eos450dfront-001%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waiting for it to reach aussieland..can't wait can't wait! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I'm the boss,I'm gonna get a sport car.. (n i know i will)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm..merce?BMW?Mazda?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait n see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1509143343670752290-447041595585433884?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/447041595585433884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=447041595585433884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/447041595585433884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/447041595585433884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2009/03/dream-came-true.html' title='dream came true..'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SdCexkpDrzI/AAAAAAAAAPk/cZ85QGfHLMw/s72-c/Juno-D-top-lb%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-328084268862242548</id><published>2009-03-21T13:02:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:31:25.452+10:30</updated><title type='text'>2nd day placement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;today woke up at 6.30am,need to catch the 7.20am bus,damn the weather is so cold. was very very sleepy,because i didn't slept well last night. twist and turn, twist and turn then i can sleep.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haih&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;reach there get to work straight away. morning shift duty was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt;,we are suppose to give the residents shower,then they will go for their activity.after their lunch,was not that busy anymore. only wait for them to go poo or wee..poo is the worst part.a few of us got shock because we are still new in this field,like see people in their birthday suit.i shower 1 resident, wash 2 arses (yucks),did 3 bed making,and feeding. and i got scolded for not knowing what a skip was,with their Australian slang, the skip is actually a linen skip.. at the end of the shift I'm very exhausted, my legs hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;next week gonna have afternoon shift. 1.30pm to 9.30pm. this is gonna be fun because we might be dealing with dementia patient.hopefully..we'll be seeing walking zombies..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehee&lt;/span&gt;..   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/ScozEEYigiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/a9nMlEWvfLM/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317118455053451810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/ScozEEYigiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/a9nMlEWvfLM/s400/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt; for the sleeping picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/1509143343670752290-328084268862242548?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/328084268862242548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=328084268862242548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/328084268862242548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/328084268862242548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2009/03/2nd-day-placement.html' title='2nd day placement.'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/ScozEEYigiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/a9nMlEWvfLM/s72-c/DSC00121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-558321935257418882</id><published>2009-03-02T23:33:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:47:42.376+10:30</updated><title type='text'>down n sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;no class today. we have visitation to the old folks house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when out early morning,came back around 5 something, hang around in the city for awhile then went back to the campus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walk in the rain somemore, end up getting headache...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont know suddenly felt so down and high at the same time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe cause i miss home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont know,i felt like the world around me is quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i miss him...miss talking to him,joking wif him, laughing wif him...everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was goin through his pictures and comments in his friendster...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss him so much...how i wish i can talk to him,hear your voice again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wish that u are here with me,in australia...like what u have dreamt and talk about before..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least i have someone to talk to when i have problem..someone to look after me here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miss u lots &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aaron..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;esther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-558321935257418882?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/558321935257418882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-6677728437764603978</id><published>2009-02-27T00:04:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:13:55.694+10:30</updated><title type='text'>bored in class.</title><content type='html'>this is what i got today..from voon (vroooooom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a typical chinese lady went to the US for vacation, saw an accident happen right in front of her..&lt;br /&gt;she called the helpline..this is what she said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one car come, one car go,&lt;br /&gt;one car bo blake, one car bo stop,&lt;br /&gt;two car ping plong pliang,&lt;br /&gt;please call mimomimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bo=didnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-6677728437764603978?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/6677728437764603978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=6677728437764603978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/6677728437764603978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/6677728437764603978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2009/02/bored-in-class.html' title='bored in class.'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-4509985499884776220</id><published>2009-02-24T17:25:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:59:09.523+10:30</updated><title type='text'>this song is in my head</title><content type='html'>Dancing Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life&lt;br /&gt;See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen&lt;br /&gt;Friday night and the lights are low&lt;br /&gt;Looking out for the place to go&lt;br /&gt;Where they play the right music, getting in the swing&lt;br /&gt;You come in to look for a king&lt;br /&gt;Anybody could be that guy&lt;br /&gt;Night is young and the musics high&lt;br /&gt;With a bit of rock music, everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;Youre in the mood for a dance&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the chance...&lt;br /&gt;You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine&lt;br /&gt;You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life&lt;br /&gt;See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen&lt;br /&gt;Youre a teaser, you turn em on&lt;br /&gt;Leave them burning and then youre gone&lt;br /&gt;Looking out for another, anyone will do&lt;br /&gt;Youre in the mood for a dance&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the chance...&lt;br /&gt;You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine&lt;br /&gt;You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life&lt;br /&gt;See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dancing to this song-&lt;br /&gt;dudududduu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-4509985499884776220?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/4509985499884776220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=4509985499884776220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/4509985499884776220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/4509985499884776220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-song-is-in-my-head.html' title='this song is in my head'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-8508277471467204390</id><published>2009-02-21T13:18:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:01:54.163+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Australia....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/ScdofEL2ImI/AAAAAAAAAOs/dLJOTvyiBGk/s1600-h/2CAUX3TOMCA79BXEGCA9EP7HICAJ7BD7VCAXZ1LUOCA0D0B2ACAWFMOF6CA2CO0CLCA098JNZCAB3811YCAI4AMKCCADJTVF5CANO5WLTCAHFN1GKCAIBBXZNCAYEFC2UCABQ6JR6CA9D52A7CAVCSM5L.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;damn busy the last few weeks..last minute decision of going to Australia. rush everything within this two weeks. did my medical check ups, visa and my ticket. everything was last minute,but then i manage to finish it. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/ScdoDgpT5eI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TMkevqp00b8/s1600-h/2CAUX3TOMCA79BXEGCA9EP7HICAJ7BD7VCAXZ1LUOCA0D0B2ACAWFMOF6CA2CO0CLCA098JNZCAB3811YCAI4AMKCCADJTVF5CANO5WLTCAHFN1GKCAIBBXZNCAYEFC2UCABQ6JR6CA9D52A7CAVCSM5L.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night before i leave(15/02/09), i had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eym&lt;/span&gt; gang over to my house plus with all my aunties and uncles and all the cousins over.we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; and enjoying ourselves with songs. thanks to the retards family too.hahaak..we had some sharing and sang some songs until almost midnight. i really had fun and I'm gonna miss everyone. (aw www)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;next day (16/02/09) was the day i was waiting, i departed from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;miri&lt;/span&gt; around 4 something in the afternoon,reach KL around 6 something,and my next flight is 9.40pm. this time I'm going there alone. but luckily one of mummy's friend is going to KL also to meet her daughter. i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alittle&lt;/span&gt; bit scared,scared that I'll go into the wrong plane,don't know the way. i was happy that she was there. In KL,i was happy that i can meet him..sad that i wont be seeing him, for quite a while.. i do appreciate that few moments with him there in the airport. i know both of us is going through distance relationship.I'm gonna miss him much much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;through out the flight, i was feeling scared, sad, and happy at the same time. i was thinking what might happen when i reach Adelaide,sad that I'm leaving my love ones behind,happy that I'm going to Australia.it was an 8 hours flight and i reach Adelaide on the 17/02.09 around 7am something in the morning.i was in the arrival hall for 1 hour plus,cause of the customs check.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haih&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;and i need to wait for another student from Singapore,waited for another 2 hour. i was exhausted by the time i reach the college. that's when i get to know Susan aka Suzanne..&lt;br /&gt;enough with the essay,pictures of my college..kinda old building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i present &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HIC&lt;/span&gt; (Hosanna International College), Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/ScRISJ-b8QI/AAAAAAAAAOM/oOLg0NybQQ4/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315452936956670210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/ScRISJ-b8QI/AAAAAAAAAOM/oOLg0NybQQ4/s320/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/ScRISI5SIQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/gvw3zjrAkmg/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315452936666620162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/ScRISI5SIQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/gvw3zjrAkmg/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/ScRIRuh4v4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/W-K_bYCi5iM/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315452929589165954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/ScRIRuh4v4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/W-K_bYCi5iM/s320/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the time here is 3 hours ahead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its summer now and the time is gonna change again during autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-8508277471467204390?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/8508277471467204390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=8508277471467204390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/8508277471467204390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/8508277471467204390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2009/02/australia.html' title='Australia....'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/ScRISJ-b8QI/AAAAAAAAAOM/oOLg0NybQQ4/s72-c/DSC00018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-15748880024650919</id><published>2009-02-12T15:20:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:09:00.475+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Life in KSKB</title><content type='html'>guess wat! nasib my dad call the SPA( suruhanjaya perkhidmatan awam),ask for my application result..i got the news on the 31st of december,that i have to register myself the next day which is 1st of january 2009. i was then cursing the government almost the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;again,it was new year eve,got bbq dinner at adrian's hse somemore.&lt;br /&gt;haih, i pack my things till 3am, catch the early morning flght to kuching and did my shopping there..at the end of the day,i was exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;what i dun like there is,&lt;br /&gt;1.my room has a BEAUTIFUL view of the campus..huh..there is a cemetry at the back of our dorm.and i didnt sleep well for 2 nights.&lt;br /&gt;2.very very hard to place to eat,because few months ago the student got food poisoning ..u need to walk for 10 minutes to reach the outside cafe'.  see,nama saja kementrian kesihatan,but tidak sihat pun. huh&lt;br /&gt;3.no internet line summore. so damn bored!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. everynite having english class except for Thursday and sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;5. lectures was so bored,cant concentrate coz there's like 141 student in the class.. making me end up sleeping in class..hehee..&lt;br /&gt;5.maintenance is so poor.huh..&lt;br /&gt;6. need to study for 3 yrs diploma,4 yrs bond with the gov. onli after that u can take ur degree. by tat tym i'll be 27 yrs old! so long cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;and tat is y i quit..&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i like is the pple in my batch k1/09.. almost all sama kepala..&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss them ol..batch that is full of talents..&lt;br /&gt;dun want to write so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SZuVQBxfiTI/AAAAAAAAANk/SNTHk8SjeOo/s1600-h/DSC02239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303997088745359666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SZuVQBxfiTI/AAAAAAAAANk/SNTHk8SjeOo/s320/DSC02239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wif Chan(my roomate).. funny person with her words..(wo bu naii....wo de ai.....ilovu....lasakui....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SZuVQF_4QMI/AAAAAAAAANc/SymEpRmD02Y/s1600-h/220120092446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303997089879441602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SZuVQF_4QMI/AAAAAAAAANc/SymEpRmD02Y/s320/220120092446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is chales aka chelsea playing with mrs brown hair...teach me how to sanggul like an airstewardest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SZuVP1QbldI/AAAAAAAAANU/WHVG1Q3AJwI/s1600-h/DSC01034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303997085385463250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SZuVP1QbldI/AAAAAAAAANU/WHVG1Q3AJwI/s320/DSC01034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my groupmates (group 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SZuUkaJcYzI/AAAAAAAAANM/c1j6AfCr3kc/s1600-h/230120091096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303996339374023474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SZuUkaJcYzI/AAAAAAAAANM/c1j6AfCr3kc/s320/230120091096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this r the aRRtist ( yellow shirt guy was an exDj 4 limbang fm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SZuUkN7c2NI/AAAAAAAAANE/AmMX5s1GC1g/s1600-h/040120092401n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303996336094107858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SZuUkN7c2NI/AAAAAAAAANE/AmMX5s1GC1g/s320/040120092401n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Penyambut tetamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SZuUkINlcrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VZW4yKx_CKQ/s1600-h/02012009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303996334559556274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SZuUkINlcrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VZW4yKx_CKQ/s320/02012009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to my hostal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SZuUj4AJUoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NjAxxu0HOWU/s1600-h/02012009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303996330208219778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SZuUj4AJUoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NjAxxu0HOWU/s320/02012009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SZuUjqZqm5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/cPon8QjN7kc/s1600-h/02012009(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303996326557162386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SZuUjqZqm5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/cPon8QjN7kc/s320/02012009(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Classroom..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well thats ol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 month there was a good experience..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-15748880024650919?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/15748880024650919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=15748880024650919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/15748880024650919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/15748880024650919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-in-kskb.html' title='Life in KSKB'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SZuVQBxfiTI/AAAAAAAAANk/SNTHk8SjeOo/s72-c/DSC02239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-6788096501263495545</id><published>2008-09-30T15:41:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:52:01.428+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today,me with my brother and a few of my cousin went to visit Aaron's grave..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my 1st time visit his grave after 3 months in Miri and my 1st time driving up there..i used to visit him evertime with my friends (may,julian and adrian)..its alway the four of us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we enter the cemetry,i feel like his place was far inside before it was like near..well, the cemetry was almost full..i wonder where would i be burried in future?? hmm..? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we reach his place,Tunung His baby sister told me and cbeng "Abang Aaron is in heaven so Don't Cry k?".. i was so so so sad when she say that..i just nod my head and hug her..His younger brother reminds me so much of Him..especially his laughter..we sitted for almost an hour there taking pictures,and talked.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well,i'll stop now. here r some pictures we took..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SPXs17j7FPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hlFmfRrnT50/s1600-h/290920082060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257368551290508530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SPXs17j7FPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hlFmfRrnT50/s320/290920082060.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SPXslBK2GgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/p_MMjcgHANE/s1600-h/290920082064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257368260738161154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SPXslBK2GgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/p_MMjcgHANE/s320/290920082064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SPXsTsEV8oI/AAAAAAAAAJE/owssLrM6-KE/s1600-h/290920082063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257367963015967362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SPXsTsEV8oI/AAAAAAAAAJE/owssLrM6-KE/s320/290920082063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MISS U SO MUCH AARON....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE KNOW YOU ARE WATCHING US FROM ABOVE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CANT WAIT TO MEET YOU AGAIN,IN &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SEE YOU SOON..&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/1509143343670752290-6788096501263495545?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/6788096501263495545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=6788096501263495545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/6788096501263495545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/6788096501263495545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2008/09/todayme-with-my-brother-and-few-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SPXs17j7FPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hlFmfRrnT50/s72-c/290920082060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-1266738454359362309</id><published>2008-09-24T01:42:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:16:58.630+09:30</updated><title type='text'>He was in miri...!!!!</title><content type='html'>Its been a while that i didnt blog..well what can i say,1st the line sucks n now im using pples line, 2nd home line,my dad did install wireless but then he forgot the password. =.= '', 3rd i can say that im bz that i dun even have time to go online,but somtimes lazy also.. ok,now straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess who? ya Him..hehee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SNsA1Cg7fOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-VRCd3UEK3c/s1600-h/PCK%2520PCK%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249790701838499042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SNsA1Cg7fOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-VRCd3UEK3c/s320/PCK%2520PCK%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gurmit Singh aka Phua Chu Kang&lt;br /&gt;was in miri on the 21st of september..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still cant believe my eyes! he was infront of me when he arrived Miri.. we got like "the VIP" pass, thanks to Daddy we get to have supper with him too..0.0 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The FGB (Full Gospel Business) Men's Fellowship has organized an evangelistic rally with Gurmit Singh at Imperial Hotel.the ballroom was pack with thousand of people..In this rally he talk about his testimony..very touching.. and he is a good singer too..i love his voice..So like WOW!!..Rock on uc Gurmit \m/he sang 3 songs that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During the supper he also told us,before he became an actor,he was a singer. One thing lar,for his age(44),he doesnt look like one.He looks Funny and kindna ugly(opps sorry),bcoz of his weird mole in PCK drama.BUT actually he looks handsom..ya a punjabi mix blood with chinese japanese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what i get from his message he said that when your down,or when things goes wrong,seek God talk to Him by prayer and ask for his help. And he promise that he will answer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok,i'll stop here,b4 i gt disconneted again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SNkW5K_wwPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jx6eFvjE-4A/s1600-h/DSC04455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249252012137169138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SNkW5K_wwPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jx6eFvjE-4A/s320/DSC04455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr.Gurmit Singh arrived Miri Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SNkV9nL3fjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9aqKF9Gv7QI/s1600-h/210920082048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249250988911984178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SNkV9nL3fjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9aqKF9Gv7QI/s320/210920082048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with Gurmit Singh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Don't put God 1st,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;But put Him In everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-1266738454359362309?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/1266738454359362309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=1266738454359362309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/1266738454359362309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/1266738454359362309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2008/09/he-was-in-miri.html' title='He was in miri...!!!!'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SNsA1Cg7fOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-VRCd3UEK3c/s72-c/PCK%2520PCK%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-209715664880832203</id><published>2008-05-06T16:51:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-05-07T02:39:46.551+09:30</updated><title type='text'>someone's watching over me..=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This few days she was feeling down..she is missing some1 that was a part of her life story..she would watch his video,listen to his voice,his laughter b4 she goes to bed..she would close her eyes bfore she sleep,recall his face and think back about the past,the time they spent 2gether when he is still breathing..and never forget to say a prayer,she misses him so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;she dreamt of him a few times and everytime she wokes up in tears..she misses him.. she miss all the moments during childhood time,where they use to climb up trees and roof top,juz to see the stars ,play in the river and 'takung kerbau ipu' in ba kelalan..those were the days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;evry year,april fool,they never fail to try and prank each other..she miss that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;during high school, they share books,drinks,foods, everything togther..tuisyen and escape classes togeher..he would sit beside her during exam (must),well what else cheating,they would be in the same group or partners for projects..1 cant go anywhere without the other 1..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;she would always tell him about her relationship problems, now she dont know who to share it with..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;' &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Aaron&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How r u doin up there? sure u like becuk up there kan. don jump so much ar..Ron,im lonely without u here..no 1 disturb2 me bully me,pinch and box me,and i dun have any1 to bite oso,(im sorry if it hurt u)..make me merajuk then pandai2 pujuk me afterthat..juz like to make me merajuk..no one to bece2 with oso..still remember we go and disturb ipu's chicken,from far again ipu shout,terus run go and mandi sungai again ..hahaak..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;u are always there for me when im in trouble,help me and give me advise.i'll nvr forget ur last advice for me.. want to go out cant jual ur name oldy..hehee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ron,there is alot of things that i wan to share with u ..but i noe,no need for me to tell,sure u noe oldy kan..but i wan ur advise..huhuu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i would always wonder where would u be now if u are still with us,will we be goin to the same uni? or maybe u're goin to dentistry like u said u wanna be like uncle Bob or u might be taking safety courses, like u said b4 u go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;now tim looks like u,everytime i look at him,reminds me of u,the junior u..hehee..gawd,miss u so so so much....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i will never forget what u show me in this dream...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"I miss u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I love u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;eventhough we can't be together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;we are still great cousin&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i woke up in tears again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i miss u so much..u are not like the others..no 1 can take ur place..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and dont worry,i'll help u take care if dayang,timmy and tunung for u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when will i see u again?i juz cant wait.. see u soon dear cousin...in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Father in heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;may u bless Aaron,please take care of him.. Lord,please give me the courage and strenght through out this life on earth..even without Aaron by my side i noe that u are and he is watching from above..Thank u for placing Aaron in a part of my life,im very happy to have not juz a cousin, a brother and a friend like him.. plz send my regards to him tell him i miss him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;she learns that we will onli noe how to treasure and appreciatte a person when they are gone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and from that onward,she tries her best toappreciatte those who r still beside her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its never goodbye,but its just the beginning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;esther&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-209715664880832203?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/209715664880832203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=209715664880832203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/209715664880832203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/209715664880832203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2008/05/someones-watching-over-me.html' title='someone&apos;s watching over me..=)'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-8605812435446599005</id><published>2008-05-01T15:56:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-05-01T04:57:32.220+09:30</updated><title type='text'>this is life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;huh...last week was damn bz bz bz...i didnt even hav a good rest..with all the assignments,projects,presentation and quiz that is due that week..tired and i didnt even have enough time to really focus on my studies..thanks to my stupid uni,squeeze all the assignments and projects in term 3 when term 2 we all were 'goyang kaki' onli...&lt;br /&gt;this is how it goes..(last week)&lt;br /&gt;monday-physics presentation + chemistry quiz&lt;br /&gt;wednesday-maths presentation&lt;br /&gt;thursday-english assignment&lt;br /&gt;friday-english test + maths quiz&lt;br /&gt;(this week)&lt;br /&gt;monday-bio booth&lt;br /&gt;tuesday-chemistry presentation&lt;br /&gt;wednesday- FINISH NO MORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;but still big exam coming up in 5 weeks tym..then im going back to miri..yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pics i took on monday..with all the hard work we've put in,it went well,even though some of the stuff we did last minute.hehee..well,our booth was about our 5 senses.tot that this topic might be easy since we've learn it during high school but not with all those show off medic student around asking question that they oldy noe the answer..heloo,we r onli foundation students OK!u wait until i enter degree then i tell u lar hoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SBi8X7JJW0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/8tNDMd6YVI4/s1600-h/280420081578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195109289370934082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="262" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SBi8X7JJW0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/8tNDMd6YVI4/s320/280420081578.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hah the tiredness..was standing there and explaining from 9.30am to 3pm.. as usual lah,me kindna nervous..plus i didnt get a good rest that night and no mood even to take my breakfast..i even cant momorize my script but after talking to a few pple,it felt normal,not scared any more hehehee..=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after the lecturer evaluate our group, then the crazyness start..DID (devil in disguise)&lt;br /&gt;after the lecturer left,this is wat we do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SBi8YLJJW1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/oYS9Zrl0Qtw/s1600-h/280420081566.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SBi8X7JJW0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/8tNDMd6YVI4/s1600-h/280420081578.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SBi8YbJJW3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/HcNjpBZQA3s/s1600-h/280420081575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195109297960868722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="194" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SBi8YbJJW3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/HcNjpBZQA3s/s320/280420081575.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shoe modelling somemore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SBi8YLJJW2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/QTk4IZBwTTg/s1600-h/280420081568.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SBi8YLJJW2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/QTk4IZBwTTg/s1600-h/280420081568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195109293665901410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SBi8YLJJW2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/QTk4IZBwTTg/s320/280420081568.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SBi8YLJJW2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/QTk4IZBwTTg/s1600-h/280420081568.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relaxation,with magazine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SBi6_rJJWxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hhp-kx3Sblk/s1600-h/280420081572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195107773247478546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SBi6_rJJWxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hhp-kx3Sblk/s320/280420081572.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gossiping with lots of SS sing pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SBi7ALJJWyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/sTdXLcl_77U/s1600-h/100_3234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195107781837413154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SBi7ALJJWyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/sTdXLcl_77U/s320/100_3234.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and well,,,all cindian sesat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SBi7AbJJWzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6ELzkUKAuH0/s1600-h/280420081563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195107786132380466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SBi7AbJJWzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6ELzkUKAuH0/s320/280420081563.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At last,its done!finish no more!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ruran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-8605812435446599005?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/8605812435446599005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=8605812435446599005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/8605812435446599005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/8605812435446599005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-life.html' title='this is life..'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SBi8X7JJW0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/8tNDMd6YVI4/s72-c/280420081578.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-3361040082794289755</id><published>2008-04-14T16:10:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-04-14T02:58:50.433+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Im speechless..*sob*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;well,the day has come..&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she turn's 19 when the clock struck 12 midnite&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;huh,she jus feel like wanna sleep early b4 the clock strike 12..At 1st she thought that her friends are going to throw a surprise b'day for her but her thought dissapear when she saw 1 of her roomie is oldy sleeping and the other was getting ready to bed,So maybe would be 2moro..sure dey are goin 2 do,eventhough i ask them no need 2 spend money..so maybe 2moro nite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;but then as she was preparing to go to bed,suddenly there was a phone call for her,so she went out..then she saw some of her friends and hsemates are standing in the living room holding a b'day cake,singing the "appy b'day" song..all the while her roomies were acting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hahaak..esther say"well done guys ,Thank u! luve u all.." this was her second b'day cake..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIwkN5JGvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/l9W1PLszPV0/s1600-h/13042008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188763119446989554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIwkN5JGvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/l9W1PLszPV0/s320/13042008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With her gengs..friends..luv u guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIwkd5JGwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GxOPzsSuNCo/s1600-h/13042008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188763123741956866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIwkd5JGwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GxOPzsSuNCo/s320/13042008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with her friends,hsemates...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;She woke up around 11 somthing..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;yesyes..she's a berek..but not a berek lemuh..&lt;/span&gt;hehee.. she got a call from her youngest sister,singing b'day song to her through the phone,huh,that time she misses home,sure her mummy will cook somthing special 2day..=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;well,she felt that her day was like the other normal days..she felt nuthing special..bz with her assignments and homeworks..after al those &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;shit*,&lt;/span&gt;she went to nap again..hehee..ya,berek*.. she doenst feel like taking her dinner but then takut lapar,and thinking of temanING her roomie,she went down to the cafe with her.. when she reach there,she saw her friends was all there waiting for her,when dey saw her,the cafe was echoing with b'day song..she was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'speechless'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;she was touch to all her friends with 5 tables joining together,clbrting her day like 1 big family..awww....how sweet of them..she was like the queen of the day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188763128036924178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIwkt5JGxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FTrVKAK4Drk/s320/130420081513.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; 1 big family..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;while eating,her friend coleen and annie excuses themselves.bcoz there say they have somthing to do..but then she thought of somthing was goin on,but then she said to herself,naa,dun think to much..but after a while,dey came back with another cake in their hand with another b'day song,her 3rd cake..homemade,i mean hostelmade..hahaak..and its frozen cheese cake,yumyum her favourite..saw their video,making the cake,really touch her..both of them put alot of effort and love on the cake,which make it taste delicious,can beat secret recipe 1 day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIvXN5JGrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DQxvwmO-Wrc/s1600-h/130420081516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188761796597062322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIvXN5JGrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DQxvwmO-Wrc/s320/130420081516.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; both of them..annie and coleen..luf u both SOOO MUch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIvXN5JGsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bEneRnhDzBw/s1600-h/130420081517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188761796597062338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIvXN5JGsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bEneRnhDzBw/s320/130420081517.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; it says Happy 19th b'day, A&amp;amp;C&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.(dont wan to miss their name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with the 19 so big..huhu..sure sengaja wan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIvXd5JGtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JVtpsZHJ3hc/s1600-h/130420081523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188761800892029650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIvXd5JGtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JVtpsZHJ3hc/s320/130420081523.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the happy faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIvXd5JGuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/p1QXVB51-EU/s1600-h/130420081525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188761800892029666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIvXd5JGuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/p1QXVB51-EU/s320/130420081525.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cant wait to taste the cake..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with coleen,jeannette and lily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIuxN5JGpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uSeB-AhQHs0/s1600-h/130420081527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188761143762033298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIuxN5JGpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uSeB-AhQHs0/s320/130420081527.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Simmie,her vege came l8 coz she went back to penang..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she bake her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIuxd5JGqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MnpgUmYr7KE/s1600-h/130420081531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188761148057000610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIuxd5JGqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MnpgUmYr7KE/s320/130420081531.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;chocolate cookies..&lt;/span&gt;and 1 big cookies with her name on eat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awww..so sweet of her..(simmie can i frame it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simmie,ur cookies taste better than famous amos..u can open ur own liao "famous simmie"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIuZt5JGnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Yw9h0uoBn70/s1600-h/130420081533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188760740035107442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIuZt5JGnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Yw9h0uoBn70/s320/130420081533.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; besides that,this is what she got...(i dunnoe wat to say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIuZ95JGoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NWLUwiJmIHQ/s1600-h/130420081536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188760744330074754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIuZ95JGoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NWLUwiJmIHQ/s320/130420081536.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the love and wishes from her friends are in it..thanks again guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIt_95JGlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JhwsuCEcIN4/s1600-h/130420081539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188760297653475922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIt_95JGlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JhwsuCEcIN4/s320/130420081539.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hard work dey put to make tis book looks SOO......(i dunnoe wat to say)*speechless*&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIt_95JGmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2wq2R65E8-8/s1600-h/130420081542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188760297653475938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIt_95JGmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2wq2R65E8-8/s320/130420081542.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with her roomies.ma and lily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND thanks to bill,he even ask the january batch to sing her b'day song..&lt;br /&gt;2day,her song for the day is the b'day song..&lt;br /&gt;sang by bill,&lt;br /&gt;"happy b'day 2 u,&lt;br /&gt;makan ubi kayu,&lt;br /&gt;minum susu lembu,&lt;br /&gt;happy b'day to u"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank u so much every1..this is the best b'day ever where she got 3 cakes..!! and also to those sms wishes and calls..&lt;br /&gt;Love u all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;esther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1509143343670752290-3361040082794289755?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/3361040082794289755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=3361040082794289755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/3361040082794289755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/3361040082794289755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-speechlesssob.html' title='Im speechless..*sob*'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SAIwkN5JGvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/l9W1PLszPV0/s72-c/13042008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-7246588191288978543</id><published>2008-04-13T05:55:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-04-13T01:19:40.742+09:30</updated><title type='text'>If tomorrow never comes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hah,its a saturday morning again..esther is so damn Bored,staying in the campus,sitting infront of her laptop,listening to music,chatting with her friends,sambil doin her physics PP presentation..she is very tired of all these assignment and projects that never finish.one after the other..seems like she dunt have enuf time to really study even,plus tis coming friday she gonna have bio quiz..huh,quizes are coming up oso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Actually she plan to go out today,plan to watch death note,paly bowling,lunch at mcD but bcoz of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.all the above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2.tiredness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3.she juz want to sleep until the sun is above her head just to get rid of those black circles around her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;lastly,she's BROKE.=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;huh..'_' next week lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;What if tomorrow never comes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she'll still be 18 and she wish to stay 18..2ml she's gonna be 19.. She prays to God,asking whether HE'll let her stay 18 again for another yr..hahaakk,how jual ikan (selfish) of her..and she knows that it is imposible.She felt that being 18 for a year is not enuf,tidak puas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last nite in church she got a surprise B'day cake from her church friends. She totally forgot her B'day is coming up&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Thanks guys,especially to coleen and thomson" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Congrts, u mange to surprise her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SABydzQLMuI/AAAAAAAAADk/3j7LfnfavOQ/s1600-h/110420081484.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188272627030635234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SABydzQLMuI/AAAAAAAAADk/3j7LfnfavOQ/s320/110420081484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Her surprise b'day cake..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks for the cake again guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But still she wish that she can celebrate her B'day with her family and friends back in miri..Its the second time she dont celebrte in miri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last but not least,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Thank you dy,my for bringing me down to this world.love u both"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well Esther,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;"congratulations u're 1 step closer to the grave"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;qoute by ps.John..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;urs truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-7246588191288978543?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/7246588191288978543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=7246588191288978543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/7246588191288978543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/7246588191288978543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-tomorrow-never-comes.html' title='If tomorrow never comes...'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SABydzQLMuI/AAAAAAAAADk/3j7LfnfavOQ/s72-c/110420081484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-7483790635393661271</id><published>2008-04-07T17:41:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-04-07T02:47:15.000+09:30</updated><title type='text'>feeling down down down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This few days im feeling down,i don't know what is wrong..There are alot of things in my mind,my studies,relationship between my friends,my cousins,i just feel that i don't know who to believe,who to share my problems with..or perhaps i worry to much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But i also feels that im getting far away from &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;,sometimes i blame Him when things go wrong..hmm,i know i shouldn't do that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Esther, what happen to u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i just feel like want to scream my lungs out,everything seems to be at the wrong place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sometimes i feel so tired already,tired of all this shit happening..How to end this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;what are friends for? to help u when u are in trouble,support u,gives advise when u are down,pick u up when u are down OR just to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;backstab u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;cheat u,use u, just friends for benefits. Yeah,its so hard to trust people this days..well,u also never know that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ur own blood&lt;/span&gt; can even backstab u..oo well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;'blood is thicker than water'&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;might as well forget wat u did,i forgive u cuzzy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;huh,enuf of all this 'ewiruheuhf;ie'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;wish that tomorrow we'll feel better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Esther,just forget about those shit,and focus on tomorrow..dunt care bout them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;juz make donnoe and put a smile on ur face tomorrow..=)&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/1509143343670752290-7483790635393661271?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/7483790635393661271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=7483790635393661271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/7483790635393661271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/7483790635393661271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2008/04/feeling-down-down-down.html' title='feeling down down down'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-8583118072722384157</id><published>2008-02-23T19:31:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-04-08T02:51:05.528+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today,we plan to go up to Alor Setar and Perlis since me n 3 of my Miri and 1 KL friend is not goin back,why done go 'cuti2 M'sia'..hehee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so 11 of us are going,in 2 cars,&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sardines..&lt;/span&gt;hehee..the journey took us 1 hour plus to reach Alor Setar,we stop for awhile to take our lunch..then 1 of my Perlis friend plan that since we r in Kedah,we should go and visit the Paddy museum and the crystal hill..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make story cut short,&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Off we GO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these are some pictures of the trip..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pTHSLxbBI/AAAAAAAAACk/iYQwnKxtbUM/s1600-h/220220081027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186549305475951634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pTHSLxbBI/AAAAAAAAACk/iYQwnKxtbUM/s320/220220081027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; crytal hill&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pTHiLxbCI/AAAAAAAAACs/aVo4yqaBdqs/s1600-h/220220081030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186549309770918946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pTHiLxbCI/AAAAAAAAACs/aVo4yqaBdqs/s320/220220081030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the rice museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pTHyLxbDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LGFF827aLM8/s1600-h/220220081090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186549314065886258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pTHyLxbDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LGFF827aLM8/s320/220220081090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6 of us in the matrix..well those behind are obviously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;'small and slim'&lt;/span&gt; hehee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pQ9SLxa-I/AAAAAAAAACM/449AOemboag/s1600-h/220220081038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186546934654004194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pQ9SLxa-I/AAAAAAAAACM/449AOemboag/s320/220220081038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11 of us,wif our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; smiling face&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; =D&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pQ9iLxa_I/AAAAAAAAACU/-m2NJlbh_ws/s1600-h/220220081042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186546938948971506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pQ9iLxa_I/AAAAAAAAACU/-m2NJlbh_ws/s320/220220081042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ini lah cara org dahulu menuai padi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok,ready,steady....PUSH!...hahaak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pQ9yLxbAI/AAAAAAAAACc/iJkp7Z6Luv4/s1600-h/220220081047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186546943243938818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pQ9yLxbAI/AAAAAAAAACc/iJkp7Z6Luv4/s320/220220081047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me in blue wif da gurls..lets roar gurls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;'meow...'opps.. *cough* &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"ROOooaaaRrrrr!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pHvSLxa5I/AAAAAAAAABk/-QGrf14sFYc/s1600-h/220220081053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186536798531185554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pHvSLxa5I/AAAAAAAAABk/-QGrf14sFYc/s320/220220081053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At last,we reach &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gua kelam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pHwSLxa6I/AAAAAAAAABs/tHcriIDjHNQ/s1600-h/220220081074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186536815711054754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pHwSLxa6I/AAAAAAAAABs/tHcriIDjHNQ/s320/220220081074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; goin into the cave..sempat again take picture..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pHwiLxa7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/D_HjS1RSAVM/s1600-h/220220081068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186536820006022066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pHwiLxa7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/D_HjS1RSAVM/s320/220220081068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me wif Lily..acually we're scared..walking on a wooden bridge,below us is a river.. thats where i'll start to imagine stupid stuff,like maybe there's a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;crocodile&lt;/span&gt; in the water waiting for us to fall..0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pHxCLxa8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/WuolBbc8hL0/s1600-h/220220081078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186536828595956674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pHxCLxa8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/WuolBbc8hL0/s320/220220081078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At last we,reach the other end of the cave..&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Light,&lt;/span&gt;haaaa..but,we need to go back using this way again,huhuhuu...'_' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but still Sarawak Niah Cave is more bigger than Kelan Cave..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pHxSLxa9I/AAAAAAAAACE/vWvvehI0nk8/s1600-h/220220081080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186536832890923986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pHxSLxa9I/AAAAAAAAACE/vWvvehI0nk8/s320/220220081080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; well,with all the fear,still can&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;posing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;hahaak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pGLSLxa3I/AAAAAAAAABU/shTXjppKui8/s1600-h/220220081084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186535080544267122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pGLSLxa3I/AAAAAAAAABU/shTXjppKui8/s320/220220081084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us on the bridge..enjoying the view..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pGLyLxa4I/AAAAAAAAABc/sclO71-_Ut8/s1600-h/220220081082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186535089134201730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pGLyLxa4I/AAAAAAAAABc/sclO71-_Ut8/s320/220220081082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; loving and enjoying the scenery,haa..fresh air..&lt;br /&gt;All belongs to God,his beautiful creation...&lt;br /&gt;After all the walking in the "forest" we got hungry..so off we went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;MAKAN..yeahiii...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pFqyLxa2I/AAAAAAAAABM/exQqg_oT5Sk/s1600-h/220220081091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186534522198518626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pFqyLxa2I/AAAAAAAAABM/exQqg_oT5Sk/s320/220220081091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hah,we have our dinner with the view of the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;beautiful sunset..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after all da makan and chitchating,we went back to SP and we reach around 12 somthing in the morning..hehee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hah,even though very tired and my butt is flat coz of the sitting in the car,im happy that i've been to the other end of West M'sia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but there are still some beautiful place in Perlis that we didnt have time to visit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;,i'll be back again&lt;/span&gt; Perlis..Just wait..hahaak..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-8583118072722384157?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/8583118072722384157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=8583118072722384157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/8583118072722384157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/8583118072722384157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2008/02/todaywe-plan-to-go-up-to-alor-setar-and.html' title=''/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/R_pTHSLxbBI/AAAAAAAAACk/iYQwnKxtbUM/s72-c/220220081027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-2869760387591407039</id><published>2008-02-22T15:23:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:56:57.770+09:30</updated><title type='text'>End of Term2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at last,1 week of exam is gone and i have panda eyes..hahaak..term 2 done! next is term 3,donnoe whether im going to continue here..but i think i will,so guys if u still see my face in campus after this 1week then im staying,if not,u know i know lah..&lt;br /&gt;so after exam that day,in the afternoon we went to CS&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( the most happening place in SP)&lt;/span&gt; juz to go and have fun play bowling.some of the geng didnt join us cause bz packing,balik kampung,while those who are not going back or going back the next day enjoy ourselves in CS. This term,all of us from miri didnt went back.kindna regret didnt book ticket back..but me and lily thought of spending our 1 week holiday, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"go cuti-cuti M'sia".&lt;/span&gt;hahaak.. So we are still planing though,planing how to fill activities for the whole week..but we have plan to go to kl,but still,dun noe wat to do there,tak kan shopping jak kerja rite,Lily..im gonna be broke lah..And i havent tell mummy that im goin,sure she worry that i use bus..&lt;br /&gt;hmm,at night watch some movies and im gonna stay up late..&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/1509143343670752290-2869760387591407039?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/2869760387591407039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=2869760387591407039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/2869760387591407039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/2869760387591407039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2008/02/end-of-term2.html' title='End of Term2.'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-8076672608088978669</id><published>2008-01-26T19:08:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-04-14T03:08:17.689+09:30</updated><title type='text'>never end...</title><content type='html'>last week was a very2 bz week..coz hav english assignment tat we hav presentation on friday(yesterday).. very day hav meeting (xcept 4 thaipusam tat day). meeting from 2pm-7pm..&lt;br /&gt;huhu..very tired!!..plus some of da member cant come,some not serious,some juz talk crap, which coz us to drag everything till 7..make me cant go exercise..huhu..(hehee)..but after yesterday,my burden is lighten a little bit..yesterdays presentation was ok,i was a little nervous but thanks 2 all the advise,i think it works.. heheee..u noe wat, i was nervous until i played with the cup in front of me during da panel discussion,i put my pen in da cup,place da cup upside down, put it on my lap which makes some of my frens laugh at me..=) but afterdat i wasnt tat nervous..&lt;br /&gt;thanks to God too(lov u)...&lt;br /&gt;but i still hav tons of homework n 1 more assignment(physic) which need 2 past up b4 i go back 2 miri..huh,tis will nvr end i think,after CNY gonna hav term exam..i dunnoe whether i can ( sorry daddy), i'll try my very best to do it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1509143343670752290-8076672608088978669?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/8076672608088978669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=8076672608088978669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/8076672608088978669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/8076672608088978669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2008/01/never-end.html' title='never end...'/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-4278948843303388719</id><published>2008-01-23T23:39:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:45:21.884+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I'd Lie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don’t think that passenger seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Has ever looked this good to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He tells me about his night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And I count the colors in his eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He’ll never fall in love he swears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;As he runs his fingers through his hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I’m laughing cause I hope he's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don't think it ever crossed his mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He tells a joke I fake a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That I know all his favorite songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;[chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I could tell you his favorite color's green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;His sister's beautiful, he has his father’s eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And if you asked me if I love him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I’d lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He looks around the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Innocently overlooks the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Shouldn’t a light go on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Doesn’t he know that I’ve had him memorized for so long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He sees everything black and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Never let nobody see him cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don’t let nobody see me wishing he was mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He stands there then walks away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My god if I could only say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I’m holding every breath for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He’d never tell you but he can play guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I think he can see through everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;First thought when I wake up is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My god he’s beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So I put on my make up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And pray for a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yes I could tell you his favorite color's green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He loves to argue oh and it kills me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;His sisters beautiful he has his father’s eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And if you asked me if I love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If you asked me if I love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I’d lie&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/1509143343670752290-4278948843303388719?l=queenruran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/feeds/4278948843303388719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1509143343670752290&amp;postID=4278948843303388719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/4278948843303388719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1509143343670752290/posts/default/4278948843303388719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenruran.blogspot.com/2008/01/id-lie-i-dont-think-that-passenger-seat.html' title=''/><author><name>the dark and bright side of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971548664959276192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZdboBAUrE/SeyIlMOaBqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vnUc1Owfrr8/S220/100220092463.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509143343670752290.post-5436376554414105070</id><published>2008-01-22T04:03:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-01-22T04:16:59.782+10:30</updated><title type='text'>my 1st post...hehee..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;hmm..wat should i write..?1st time..hehee..well pple always ask me to start a blog,so guys i think i've it already..hehee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;many things has happen recently,family problems (hate it),quiz,a table full of assignment,trip to penang, meet new friends and many more..this friday gonna hav english panel discousion n im gonna act as the person who has tis 6 sense..kinna scary oso coz 4 da past few days i have nightmares..i want it 2 finish fast so tat i can focus on my studies..i hope i still can cope..hehee.. plus tis bio lecturer didnt turn up 4 2 weeks oldy n our term exam is less then a month..huhuu. and we still hav 2 chapters 2 cover up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;now,im missing home,mummy's cooking..huhuu..miss my friends(miss all ur jokes)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;well,im goin home like in a week time..yippy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;well i'll try 2 post again if i not malas..hehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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