<?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-8700905187272163518</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:45:01.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ugly Duckling</title><subtitle type='html'>Waiting to be a swan.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-6776960704105755708</id><published>2010-02-23T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T02:17:46.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancora Imparo.</title><content type='html'>....&lt;em&gt;I am still learning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I am a uni student.&lt;br /&gt;University.  Not school? &lt;em&gt;University?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohmyf*ck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a medical student! When the eff did I grow up???&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was the second day of orientation. Much more interesting than the first, I must say. Fewer boring speeches, more important things &lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;the speeches. Oooh and labcoatt fitting, that made me feel fat ):.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also managed to take a tour of the campus. What a fantabulously beautiful one it is!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty orientation is boring. reaalllyyy boring. We're given food though :D (wei zhi would be proud that im so happy over that). What I'm really excited about is next week; when I start the next chapter of my life. When I start learning new and wonderful things  When I take the first step towards the career of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to get through camp first though, so I'll update about that when I come home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta pack now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-6776960704105755708?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/6776960704105755708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2010/02/ancora-imparo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/6776960704105755708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/6776960704105755708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2010/02/ancora-imparo.html' title='Ancora Imparo.'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-3179091181990597768</id><published>2010-01-23T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:44:19.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten Lullaby</title><content type='html'>For a lover, a father, a friend; for anyone who tells you they're too busy.&lt;br /&gt;A song I wrote a while back and now re-recorded:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TZc2uKIPsXA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TZc2uKIPsXA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the description on youtube k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-3179091181990597768?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/3179091181990597768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2010/01/forgotten-lullaby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/3179091181990597768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/3179091181990597768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2010/01/forgotten-lullaby.html' title='Forgotten Lullaby'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-6234547133606071700</id><published>2010-01-23T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:40:41.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch me make a total fool out of myself =.</title><content type='html'>So...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;I went high after the taylors awards ceremony, check it out XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4PKgiVzVhJc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4PKgiVzVhJc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I ruined it.&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment on my youtube page ok? ok? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-6234547133606071700?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/6234547133606071700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2010/01/watch-me-make-total-fool-out-of-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/6234547133606071700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/6234547133606071700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2010/01/watch-me-make-total-fool-out-of-myself.html' title='Watch me make a total fool out of myself =.'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-5046831314112999720</id><published>2010-01-11T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:26:58.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My activities the past few days =.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0rf3zP8vSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/A7LvdP4qQIA/s1600-h/Image1006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425394850864086306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0rf3zP8vSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/A7LvdP4qQIA/s320/Image1006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok....These pics (above and bottom) Were supposed to be the last two =.=. Fries n Coke for a 'snack', and Air Kelapa and Soya bean while waiting for main course! (Was too hungry so forgot to take pic of the food ==.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0rf3eDi_LI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hiUUwynegoU/s1600-h/Image1002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425394845174922418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0rf3eDi_LI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hiUUwynegoU/s320/Image1002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0reVG-xpBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_YhU24cMz5Y/s1600-h/Image0985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425393155353715730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0reVG-xpBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_YhU24cMz5Y/s320/Image0985.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Breakkie! (: Hash Brown..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0reUmfil3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/-rwmpq_Qx-k/s1600-h/Image0983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425393146632771442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0reUmfil3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/-rwmpq_Qx-k/s320/Image0983.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sausage McMuffin (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0reUWZ3aHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6jdMybpIf0k/s1600-h/Image0980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425393142314002546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0reUWZ3aHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6jdMybpIf0k/s320/Image0980.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; early morning oso wanna get fat adi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0reUBKkxjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JT65VRrNijU/s1600-h/Image0978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425393136612722226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0reUBKkxjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JT65VRrNijU/s320/Image0978.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lunch! (: Mamak is best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0reTlxSBNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bEbf5-NIU3I/s1600-h/Image0977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425393129258878162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0reTlxSBNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bEbf5-NIU3I/s320/Image0977.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think we drank this before the mamak. The order of my pics are messed up. mmm.... root beer (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah im mucho fat now XD&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-5046831314112999720?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/5046831314112999720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-activities-past-few-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/5046831314112999720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/5046831314112999720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-activities-past-few-days.html' title='My activities the past few days =.='/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0rf3zP8vSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/A7LvdP4qQIA/s72-c/Image1006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-2908180619787485296</id><published>2010-01-04T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T05:41:49.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shades of gray..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0HvXxio4fI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jaCzit4JB_Q/s1600-h/drawing2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422878618045440498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0HvXxio4fI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jaCzit4JB_Q/s320/drawing2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drawn on paint (: I hate it when it seems so right when you're drawing n it looks funny when you get up to look at the finished product =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-2908180619787485296?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/2908180619787485296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2010/01/shades-of-gray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/2908180619787485296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/2908180619787485296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2010/01/shades-of-gray.html' title='Shades of gray..'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0HvXxio4fI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jaCzit4JB_Q/s72-c/drawing2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-2026650284567239</id><published>2010-01-04T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T02:26:03.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She'll be coming round the mount'n when she comes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yeah. So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These past few days my mother has been getting me to drive more. More experience, and all that jazz. I usually drive with her, never allowed to drive alone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... until two days ago! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She trusted me enough to drive to one u and back! awesomenesss. Lets see... on the way I nearly hit a whilte Myvi ( before exiting a junction i looked left but not right....) Lets refresh my memory on a little song I learnt as KID :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a childish tone:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look right look left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;before you cross the street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;use your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;befre you use your feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;look right look left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;before you cross the street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;this will save you from accidents and pain!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only lets think of it carwise. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway i was okay after that. I stopped in time. Even drove myself back after! *beams with pride*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to meet kum at the curve for a round of pool or two. For those of you who don't know, I live really near the curve. REALLY near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drove there with my dad, got parking n all. Coming in, instead of getting a ticket, I used touch n go. As I rolled down the window to touch the card, i realised i couldn't 'go'. I couldnt reach the thingie! Too Far! Solution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step out of the car, touch, get back in. Not as smooth as 'touch n go', eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way back, I drove alone. My dad told me he'd walk back. awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of using the exit I was parked near, I decided to use the other one, cause I remembered my dad using the other one the last time we came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i drove towards the thingie im supposed to touch my card to.... moving towards the side...telling myself 'it wont be too far this time!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BANG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hit the pole thing before the thingie bob. Haih. My car has a little yellowish spot on the front right corner now ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went out that way, foll0owing the way my dad did the last time... until i realised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time we came out this way, he told me "oh.. this is the wrong one.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAH. There was a way back, of course, but id have to do an illegal u-turn that looked something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422823418469213458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0G9KvGG5RI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l03hG2j3QLc/s320/illegal+uturn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah. With my limited driving capabilities, that was so not on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luckily, I knew another way~! Sort of. So I went on the way i remembered..... Reading the road signs carefully. And I followed "mutiara Damansara" until I reached near one u. Okay, cool! I knew the way from here. All I need is to make a u-turn. Proudly I stopped for the traffic light and waited my turn..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I looked to the right...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two lanes from me was the u-turn lane. I MISSED it! wtf! I got lost on my way home from the curve! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So nvm, I kept my cool (not) and drove towards ou.... Till I reached a signboard. No mutiara damansara to be found!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had three choices of direction..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;dumdumdum!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally I chose right most, cause that seemed to be the direction of the parking for the new wing, which was where i always parked, which was also the direction we usually came form from home. okay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I managed to retrace the direction i normally used to GET to ou, till i reached the junction where we usually turned towards ou.. So I thoguht i could simply retrace my steps and turn right, BUT.... :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422826261141064978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0G_wM35DRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PcyrYebksYc/s320/backfromou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cannot turn right. how?  So i went left instead, and started panicking. how how how? THEN.... I saw a uturn. Yay! so i went..... thennnnnn.... it was time to turn right again... but traffic was only going one way, to my left! So i panicked again........ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I panicked.... I looked right, n missed a uturn. GREAT. Missed two uturns in a day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I saw another one! Quicker than I ever have, I changed 2 or three lanes, made the u turn, n followed the road , eventually making my way back (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew, that was long. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-2026650284567239?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/2026650284567239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2010/01/shell-be-coming-round-mountn-when-she.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/2026650284567239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/2026650284567239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2010/01/shell-be-coming-round-mountn-when-she.html' title='She&apos;ll be coming round the mount&apos;n when she comes...'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/S0G9KvGG5RI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l03hG2j3QLc/s72-c/illegal+uturn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-4232209883344362157</id><published>2010-01-02T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T07:00:28.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...i'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run."-Love Story, Taylor Swift.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, when I was young, at some point, I believed that everything began with once upon a time and ended with happily ever after. A prince and a princess; smiling faces; love. True love; pure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened to my delusion? That's right; &lt;em&gt;delusion. &lt;/em&gt;I can't see a world of pixie dust and the magic of love. I can't see a world of sunshine where a man and a woman love each other for eternity; undying, everlasting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who did me wrong, you ask? Noone. It's all me. For where there is light, shadow follows. What's to stop the hungry claws of darkness from engulfing my light? What if i wanted John Smith instead of Prince Eric, though I am the daughter of Trident? What is happily ever after but a sentence for all eternity, never ending with no escape?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am afraid. &lt;em&gt;Afraid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever is a long time. Saying the word makes me stutter.My breath is caught in my throat, my heart rate quickens, and i have the unsupressable urge to run. Run and never look back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not everyone wants a prince, and not all princes stay charming. The devil lurks in them too; their vengence surpasses that of a poisoned apple or eternal slumber. At least Sleeping Beauty could sleep. I would give anything to have taken a bite of the poisoned apple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This brings me to the all important question. Is anyone worthy of being a prince at all? Behind the facade of charm and integrity lies a demon of revenge. A fraud hiding behind a well cafte mask.Suddenly running seemed like the best desicion ever made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will I keep running forever?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though another prince is found, his debonair ways may not lead to happily ever after either. When you start running, its difficult to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may just be a broken puppet, forever tied to unbreaking strings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422156830007378722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/Sz9e6LkMQyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/q8x-brw93Y0/s320/DSC01071.JPG" /&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/8700905187272163518-4232209883344362157?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/4232209883344362157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2010/01/romeo-take-me-somewhere-we-can-be-alone.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/4232209883344362157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/4232209883344362157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2010/01/romeo-take-me-somewhere-we-can-be-alone.html' title='Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone...'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/Sz9e6LkMQyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/q8x-brw93Y0/s72-c/DSC01071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-4964174963913418382</id><published>2009-12-31T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T06:28:43.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1...2...CLEARRR!!</title><content type='html'>Yes. I am trying to revive my blog. Lets see how long this lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Its new year's eve and I'm waiting for the fireworks. Watch with ayah at the poolside; I think he looks forward to that. (: problem is its only gonna be ten thirty and im already sleepy. Plus I'm sick!! ): curse the bloody dust in the temples of cambodia. curse youu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my voice is breaking. I practically croak right now. Its pretty horrible. I was talking to kum on the phone and he couldnt hear most of the things i said ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya i continue later la. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-4964174963913418382?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/4964174963913418382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/12/12clearrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/4964174963913418382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/4964174963913418382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/12/12clearrr.html' title='1...2...CLEARRR!!'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-153776518846145792</id><published>2009-09-16T15:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:20:22.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream...</title><content type='html'>I had a dream.I finally got a kitten. The black one, with a white face and white socks. Just like I had always wanted. Its fur was softer than silk and its eyes were  piercing green. I called it Jade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played till the day was gone and I tucked it in to sleep, watching it curl up into an adorable little ball of fluff. I looked forward to tomorrow afternoon so i could play with Jade somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow came and I packed up for school, giving Jade a loving pat on the head as I left. That day I left my pencil box behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home I ran excitedly to play with Jade. I searched high and low but she wasn't anywhere to be found. As I walked to my writing table I saw her, head resting peacefully on my pencilbox. She wasn't breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad heaved a sigh and recalled to me what had happened. She ran to get my pencilbox. She got tired. He figured she just wanted to rest on something that reminded her of me, so he let her be. She was gone, never to be awoken from her eternal slumber..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I dream of things like this :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-153776518846145792?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/153776518846145792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/153776518846145792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/153776518846145792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-dream.html' title='I had a dream...'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-1273095560028431927</id><published>2009-06-10T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T04:36:33.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PENGUINS!</title><content type='html'>That's right. Penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Zhi discovered my game files yesterday. It started out innocent enough, she started with minesweeper. It fit her personality enough. Then we decided to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong was next. Pretty fun, rather addicting.  We'll play a few rounds, then we'll do our work. Yeah, that's what we'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. looking for one more game wouldn't hurt.... or so we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next one was PENGUINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes. It looked innocent enough. Lead these adoreable penguins to safety by strategically placing devices around so they head in the right direction. 25 of them, all in all. And they all have NAMES! Scrolling over each penguin would reveal their name, and it was soooo utterly adoreable to find names like Elise, Monty, Napoleon, Feisty, Pepper, and Penguinette. Adoreable, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the danger started. One level led to the next! We couldn't let those penguins fall to their deaths (though the game assures you that they're not dead, but are "sitting in a cosy little cage at the bottom of the screen.") or get caught by the zoo keeper! So we kept going, Nyat, Wei Zhi and I, strategising for most efficient results. Well, I wasn't very good at it, but they sure were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only stopped playing when Nyat had to go. We were expertless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. we didn't get any work done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-1273095560028431927?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/1273095560028431927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/06/penguins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/1273095560028431927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/1273095560028431927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/06/penguins.html' title='PENGUINS!'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-5290366645042066091</id><published>2009-06-08T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:19:19.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday.</title><content type='html'>I awoke (not so ) early monday morning knowing I had no classes. No obligation to go to college and absorb the knowledge passed on to me by my lecturers. It was a plesant realization. I deserved the next 15 minutes in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the day planned out--well, sort of. Kum had invited me for an outing with Ben and Nick. I couldnt wait. Outings with them are always fun. Stress-free, no strings attached. Sometimes I wonder what I did right to get the friends I have :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, even though I claimed I couldn't, I had to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty funny, actually, and they were worth the wait anyway. Their amazing sense of direction and ability to relay information got kum making a U-turn partially on a curb (or so I hear). Plus the car stopped at some point. I dunno. I was just happy they made it in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I insisted Kum walk me to the Curve as he wasn't allowed to drive me. The poor chap had to walk back and forth. poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I happily enjoyed myself; we played pool,2 on 2 (me and kum won' with not much help from me) and foosball (me an nick won, yeah blackies!), then continued to walk around while waiting for Star Trek. Of course, I walked around as naturally as  ever,forgetting that it was Ben's birthday. Of course I knew the date of his bithday, and I knew the date of that day, but i just didn't string two and two together. Yeah. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Trek. Hmm.. I liked Spock. Spock was cute. Adoreable! Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the boys didn't share my enthusiasm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-5290366645042066091?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/5290366645042066091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/5290366645042066091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/5290366645042066091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday.html' title='Monday.'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-2820851017161723418</id><published>2009-06-08T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T06:19:15.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays :)</title><content type='html'>Looks like I have alot to write about. Almost too much for me to handle! Lets take it one step at a time shall we..&lt;br /&gt;Holidays started directly after our mid-terms (which breezed along for me, particularly because I didn't bother to study a single thing. My mind would rather focus on what's after that horrible mess.). I relished my freedom as though I'd been locked away and forced to do hard labour in the past month, which of course I hadn't, but that was how drained my brain was. My main objective for these holidays was to emulate a vegetable-- I would do pretty much nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I needed fun. Long awaited fun. To leave the troubles associated with college and let myself go. To be with my friends without a care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I did. In the first week, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was particularly notable. But perhaps I shall break down my holidays in several parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably not mention all the times I just sit around and waste my time away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-2820851017161723418?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/2820851017161723418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/2820851017161723418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/2820851017161723418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays.html' title='Holidays :)'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-7319348679991954767</id><published>2009-05-28T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:58:21.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the title?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/Sh9L0-AHrzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wbE2iB3Y85M/s1600-h/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341071056453480242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/Sh9L0-AHrzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wbE2iB3Y85M/s320/Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the Earth's gravity just increased by about 100%. No, make that 200%.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how else to explain this.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get it off my chest before it eats me up on the inside. The problem is, I don't know what 'it' is.&lt;br /&gt;Haih. Let's move on to other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a little delusional now. So if you pardon me, I'll start talking to myself in my own little world.&lt;br /&gt;You're welcomed to stay and read, but you probably won't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Except you, bitch. Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;I think I should go to the happy place. Yeah. That sounds nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hot. I feel like I'm burning inside. I'm so frustrated--everything just makes the fire stronger. Everything! Its no longer a flame. Its no longer a pleasant warmth.&lt;br /&gt;It's a freaking fire. Its destroying everything in its path!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the hideous creature from afar. I grip the rifle in my hands, feeling every smooth curve. I caress the trigger, toying with the thought. Pull it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corners of my mouth curve up into a crooked smile.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I wasn't going to pull the trigger. That would be too quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't suffer enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go take my psycotherapeutic pills now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-7319348679991954767?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/7319348679991954767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-title.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/7319348679991954767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/7319348679991954767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-title.html' title='What&apos;s the title?'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/Sh9L0-AHrzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wbE2iB3Y85M/s72-c/Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-9202927184697155129</id><published>2009-05-15T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:32:43.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions!</title><content type='html'>For some reason I just had to write this down.&lt;br /&gt;I had to make a difficult decision today.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take a quiz today. Just for fun.. I had to choose between&lt;br /&gt;Which side of your brain is dominant?&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;What Barbie are you?&lt;br /&gt;eheh. It was a real dilemma :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-9202927184697155129?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/9202927184697155129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/05/decisions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/9202927184697155129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/9202927184697155129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/05/decisions.html' title='Decisions!'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-479844355132976776</id><published>2009-03-13T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:45:54.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone watched but nobody heard</title><content type='html'>She held on with whatever little will she had.&lt;br /&gt; Still the seas thrashed her vessel&lt;br /&gt; violently.&lt;br /&gt;The cruel sky was full of hatred.&lt;br /&gt;Hatred for her.&lt;br /&gt;She held on to the wheel but she was slipping.&lt;br /&gt; Slipping away.&lt;br /&gt; Away.&lt;br /&gt;She finally let go. Left at the mercy of the merciless sea.&lt;br /&gt;The cold pricked her skin and the waves pushed her down&lt;br /&gt;Down to the depths where noone returned&lt;br /&gt;and she screamed " is there anyone here?"&lt;br /&gt;Millions were &lt;strong&gt;watching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nobody&lt;strong&gt; heard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she begged. Pleaded.&lt;br /&gt;Still nobody cared.&lt;br /&gt;And she was finally pulled&lt;br /&gt;to the the dark depths of her eternity&lt;br /&gt;drowned in her failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-479844355132976776?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/479844355132976776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/03/everyone-watched-but-nobody-heard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/479844355132976776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/479844355132976776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/03/everyone-watched-but-nobody-heard.html' title='Everyone watched but nobody heard'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-178767429234342576</id><published>2009-03-06T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T03:30:31.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray Hooray its a holli-holliday!</title><content type='html'>Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  :) Holidays! Just what I was waiting for! :D&lt;br /&gt;Class had another dress up day today . What was it adi ah...oh yeah! "formal executive day". LOL.  And....I think I overdid it. LOL. Kinda purposely though, I thought it would be fun to see  people's reactions! :D&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I'm only writing this cause I'm tired and sleepy but I can't sleep! Haih. Looking at how I'm writing I can almost hear miss Geetha's voice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Unorganized, no topic sentence, no logial structure, no sufficient content. What's the controlling Idea? Where's the thesis statement? WHERE ARE YOUR CAPITALIZATIONS AND PUNCTUATION MARKS?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't know. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;I love miss Geetha. This was not an insult to her. :P&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;This is why you need a detailed outline,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I had a funny (and extremely short) conversation with shawn  (or SHION :P):&lt;br /&gt;Shawn: (something i can't remember) boss lady.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah. what? Get back to work can onot??&lt;br /&gt;Shawn: *looks at watch* err...now is tea time.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Omg why am I talking so random now? there's no unity. haha.&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me. Unity song due.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me :&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mr William is not bad looking ah?&lt;br /&gt;Wei ZHI: 0.0 *stares*&lt;br /&gt;Haih. I don't even know what I'm getting at now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I dunno how to get a cbox. I registered at the website, chose the clr n all then--i dunno what to do from there.&lt;br /&gt;Help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-178767429234342576?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/178767429234342576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/03/hooray-hooray-its-holli-holliday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/178767429234342576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/178767429234342576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/03/hooray-hooray-its-holli-holliday.html' title='Hooray Hooray its a holli-holliday!'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-4730957832530793715</id><published>2009-02-21T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:21:51.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine</title><content type='html'>Here's the Valentine's day I never got round to writing about. Now I finally feel like it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm lets see............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my old school for merentas desa in the morning. to see kumaresh and ben and all :) Derek came too! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear teacher saw us and started chanting "boyfriend girlfriend boyfriend girlfriend!" and kept pointing to us. Haih. She can be so cute sometimes :) HAHA. She knows through facebook can you believe it?? Okay I don't even know who I'm talking to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i met my other teacher and the first thing she said was "eh...results march 12 ah." -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start a conversation :P I was like O.O. Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my friends eventually grew bored of the bustling school environment we all *cough* LOVED, so we decided to walk over to the cyber cafe :P Weell, I went a bit later la. CALL OF DUTY 4! YEAHHHH!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super de duperly fun. Nevermind that I kept dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what my screen name wa? BUKIT KEPONG. -_-. Thanks a bunch, kum. hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY lets talk about the valentine's part of my valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for dinner with Derek :) We decided to dress up, even though the two of us were just going to the curve. SO...yeah it looked pretty funny I guess. But nevermind la. Padan ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we went early, we decided to go to Starbucks first. Had my favourite Chocolate Cream Chip Frappucino :D But I didn't drink all of it cause I wasn't feeling too well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what happened after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THREW UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. I ruined my perfectly perfect Valentine's day by throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Derek had to jaga me, buy me mints (and I chose one that caused RM7 without realising it :S) and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went we went to tony roma's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt too sick to eat anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO on top of it all, &lt;u&gt;he had to eat alone.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ordered.."err can we order the set for one person please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the tables around us must have thought we were crazy or something. HAIH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Derek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok some pictures!!!! :) But not all, cause the com was being stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SaC_KTVJ-UI/AAAAAAAAACw/oBUqGnlkgRw/s1600-h/DSC02513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305450544751049026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SaC_KTVJ-UI/AAAAAAAAACw/oBUqGnlkgRw/s320/DSC02513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us outside Tony Roma's. Had to wait haha., And the guy who was working there was also named DEREK! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SaC_KH4MjsI/AAAAAAAAACo/BJM5pHbMQuQ/s1600-h/DSC02514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305450541676793538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SaC_KH4MjsI/AAAAAAAAACo/BJM5pHbMQuQ/s320/DSC02514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside Tony Roma's again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SaC-hv1P8fI/AAAAAAAAACg/sJKGKrkIEwI/s1600-h/DSC02522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305449848027214322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SaC-hv1P8fI/AAAAAAAAACg/sJKGKrkIEwI/s320/DSC02522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Derek eating all by himself. Aww. Muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SaC-hagT4TI/AAAAAAAAACY/_9dwn04kZ4c/s1600-h/DSC02521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305449842302247218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SaC-hagT4TI/AAAAAAAAACY/_9dwn04kZ4c/s320/DSC02521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's us. He actually went and kacau-ed some lovey dovey couple next to us to take this :P Yes, I look horrible in all the pics. Bear with me. Or maybe you could tiger with me. OMG SO LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SaC9r2NI58I/AAAAAAAAACQ/RYzQwf3NMnw/s1600-h/DSC02507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305448922025093058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SaC9r2NI58I/AAAAAAAAACQ/RYzQwf3NMnw/s320/DSC02507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek being cute at starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SaC9rmhBUUI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZSW54wiuMHI/s1600-h/DSC02499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305448917813514562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SaC9rmhBUUI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZSW54wiuMHI/s320/DSC02499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cute little thing he surprised me with :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SaC9rg_l-BI/AAAAAAAAACA/wFZawr5vImc/s1600-h/DSC02496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305448916331132946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SaC9rg_l-BI/AAAAAAAAACA/wFZawr5vImc/s320/DSC02496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. Yes I know I look like a transversitite. Did I even spell that right? Whateverla. You know what I mean.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SaC9rKIcqHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QnP5mwRnnHk/s1600-h/DSC02495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305448910194255986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SaC9rKIcqHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QnP5mwRnnHk/s320/DSC02495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me again. Ini Tak jadi punya gambar.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SaC9q-nY4PI/AAAAAAAAABw/tizggOpdyGY/s1600-h/DSC02494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305448907102806258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SaC9q-nY4PI/AAAAAAAAABw/tizggOpdyGY/s320/DSC02494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek :)&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&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/8700905187272163518-4730957832530793715?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/4730957832530793715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/4730957832530793715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/4730957832530793715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine.html' title='Valentine'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SaC_KTVJ-UI/AAAAAAAAACw/oBUqGnlkgRw/s72-c/DSC02513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-2731877510319369565</id><published>2009-02-13T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:24:34.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise? I AM excercising.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;.........my jaw." -My dad :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OHMYGOD I am sooo outta shape. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;One round of tennis with Derek and I was POOPED! HAIH. Somoemore he was like hitting so (OBVIOUSLY) soft!! HAIHHH. I was running so stoopidly -_-. Then I got SOOO TIREDD!&lt;br /&gt;Like I was running a 200 km race!&lt;br /&gt;But i was just playing one round of tennis.&lt;br /&gt;HAIH.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I suck at every sport imaginable.&lt;br /&gt;So I shall continue in the ways of my dad, and excercise my jaw.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And compartmentalise my stomach to make more room, for all the food.&lt;br /&gt;That sounds more like it.&lt;br /&gt;Ok Bye!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-2731877510319369565?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/2731877510319369565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/02/exercise-i-am-excercising.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/2731877510319369565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/2731877510319369565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/02/exercise-i-am-excercising.html' title='Exercise? I AM excercising.....'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-2350229968684937313</id><published>2009-02-01T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:10:47.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An optimist is a guy that never has had much experience.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Don Marquis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SYZIBHqrqxI/AAAAAAAAABo/cuP-S0GvoJU/s1600-h/dErEk9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298001195723107090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SYZIBHqrqxI/AAAAAAAAABo/cuP-S0GvoJU/s320/dErEk9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek starts work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reluctantly sleeps early, reluctantly gets up early, gets dressed,and grumbles about not being able to wake up late anymore. He complains about how he's going to be sleepy by 11, and yawn all the way till its time to go home. He's like that. He gets tired at noon. All I can do is smile as I listen. How incredibly adoreable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss my lunches with him especially. At least I'll still get to see him once in a while right? Definately. Maybe. Hopefully twice a week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SYZEtDRj08I/AAAAAAAAABg/U2PqyaiwOJw/s1600-h/Image304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297997552411726786" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SYZEtDRj08I/AAAAAAAAABg/U2PqyaiwOJw/s320/Image304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a boy. We went to the curve and he stopped by Laundry to watch tennis. I've got evidence on film!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm gonna do when he goes back .&lt;br /&gt;Miss him to death?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-2350229968684937313?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/2350229968684937313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/02/optimist-is-guy-that-never-has-had-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/2350229968684937313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/2350229968684937313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/02/optimist-is-guy-that-never-has-had-much.html' title='An optimist is a guy that never has had much experience.'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SYZIBHqrqxI/AAAAAAAAABo/cuP-S0GvoJU/s72-c/dErEk9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-5202269894837667583</id><published>2009-01-27T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:17:29.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got till its gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;                                "..they paved paradise and put up a parking lot.."-Yellow Taxi, Joni Mitchell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;                   It does go like that. Really.&lt;br /&gt;            If there's one thing people are good at, its taking things for granted. Take a simple phone call for example. A phone call you receive everyday. We expect it. We know its coming. It always does. Without fail.&lt;br /&gt;            And one day it doesn't. And we find ourselves thinking, &lt;em&gt;"what's going on?"&lt;/em&gt; . We go around trying to soothe this raw emptiness within us. We try everything we can think of.&lt;br /&gt;             But nothing works.&lt;br /&gt;           Then we realise, how we miss the sound of the voice on the other line. The deep, smooth soothing voice. We feel a longing for it with every fibre of our being. We lose all sense of reality. Time is meaningless. Life is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;             There is no longer focus. All there is is regret.&lt;br /&gt;              Regret for not appreciating what we had.&lt;br /&gt;              Of course, this is from &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;point of view. Everyone has theirs right?&lt;br /&gt;           Its interesting isn't it? What we love most is what we don't appreciate. But when its taken away, we find it difficult  to accept. Perhaps familiarity is at fault. It clouds our minds with visions of an unchanging future. Visions that will keep us satiated with what we have and what we're doing.&lt;br /&gt;             So think of every normal thing in your life and discover how amazing each and every one really is.  Change your perspective a little. Nothing is normal. Nothing ever will be.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;em&gt;You, dear, are definately amazing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I will &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;forget that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-5202269894837667583?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/5202269894837667583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-it-always-seem-to-go-that-you-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/5202269894837667583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/5202269894837667583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-it-always-seem-to-go-that-you-dont.html' title='Don&apos;t it always seem to go, that you don&apos;t know what you&apos;ve got till its gone.'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-7392874195934825239</id><published>2009-01-25T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T03:16:39.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no cool quote for this.</title><content type='html'>I AM GROWING ANOTHER HEAD.&lt;br /&gt; Seriously, this pimple is HUGGEEEE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Urgh I hate pimples. Especially these kinds! bleekk~!&lt;br /&gt;Then again who likes them, right?&lt;br /&gt;Haih. I dunno what  I did, but one eye is now smaller than the other. Mom's theory is that when i was playing with my make-up (yes, i play -_-) some of it accidently got into my eye or somethibng. Haih so ugly laa!!! one eye is like small and the other is like big. Though, I've mentioned that before.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Went for an excruciatingly long driving course today. I was soooooo sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you guessed it I'mjust talking crap now.&lt;br /&gt;I'd better go.&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-7392874195934825239?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/7392874195934825239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-no-cool-quote-for-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/7392874195934825239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/7392874195934825239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-no-cool-quote-for-this.html' title='I have no cool quote for this.'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-5267993260579799609</id><published>2009-01-23T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:16:27.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight..I must wait for the sun rise..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I must think of a new life..and I musn't give in..When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too...And a new day will begin..." -Memory, Cats.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Lets take it a day at a time. Tomorrow is another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Hopefully a better one.&lt;br /&gt;         Its just one of those days where nothing goes right. And its probably my fault.&lt;br /&gt;              Its always my fault isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;            I'm so tired. I can feel the exhaustion tugging at my breath; frustration pulsing through my veins. I feel like there's pressure on me from all sides, pushing me down, compressing my very bones...&lt;br /&gt;           I try to fight , but I fail. There's just no use. I am helpless.&lt;br /&gt;           What is this force pushing down on me?  I feel the tears sting my eyes. I don't stop them. I don't know why they're there. I don't know why they won't leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;           The force keeps pushing, the pressure keeps coming. I want it to stop. Stop! But it won't .Not for now. It stays when it wants to. There's no control. I wan't to sleep and to never awaken. I want to disappear. Vanish.&lt;br /&gt;           I can't keep going on like this. I have to find who's doing this to me.&lt;br /&gt;            And then I realise.&lt;br /&gt;              Its me. This pressure-- its me. I am my own fiend, my own villain.&lt;br /&gt;               I am the dark demons I wish to slay. And I decide. I will.&lt;br /&gt;             Tomorrow is another day. A day where the dark clouds will vanish and the sun will shine.  A day I am able to breathe again. A day I am able to smile. A day I will not be accompanies by tears.&lt;br /&gt;             Tomorrow I am free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-5267993260579799609?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/5267993260579799609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/01/daylighti-must-wait-for-sun-rise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/5267993260579799609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/5267993260579799609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/01/daylighti-must-wait-for-sun-rise.html' title='Daylight..I must wait for the sun rise..'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-407954645686917659</id><published>2009-01-21T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T03:21:52.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If We Were a Movie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You'd be the right guy, and I'd be the best friend, that you''d fall in love with in the end, we'd be laughing, watching the sunset.." -Miley Cyrus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Haha. This song has been stuck in my head. But its pretty good :) THANKS SARAH.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The one and only brilliant Sarah Tan introduced me to it. :P&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;I took a good look at my chemistry homework today (after working long (ok not that long la) and hard on my electron configurations from 1-30) and realised that it looked like gibberish. I know its extremely childish, but I felt this sudden pride that i knew what this gibberish was all about. Kinda like being in on a secret, ya know? err ok i think i've started crapping now. :P&lt;br /&gt;    Derek waited for me at the entrance to Taylor's again. :) It really makes me happy when he does that.&lt;br /&gt;   Its like coming home.&lt;br /&gt;   I can forget about everything when I'm with him.&lt;br /&gt;Except when I have to get to class of course. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-407954645686917659?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/407954645686917659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-we-were-movie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/407954645686917659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/407954645686917659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-we-were-movie.html' title='If We Were a Movie...'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-2602721296539738109</id><published>2009-01-19T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:20:53.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knife..Cuts like a knife..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;..how will I ever heal? I'm so deeply wounded."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                           -&lt;/em&gt;Knife, Rockwell&lt;em&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292945953318271410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SXRSTSLgebI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HVek_NVF6_c/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I don't know how I keep doing things wrong. No matter how much I try, I never get things right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose I'm not like other girls. I don't dress like them, I don't talk like them--I feel so...alienated. I feel like I have problems getting along, fitting in. I'm awkward, weird; I just don't belong. And it hurts. It hurts so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose I just have this overall disappointed in myself. Disappointed at everything I do, disappointed at being a failure. I even get disappointed that I'm disappointed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to see the bright side, to realise that maybe everything I worry about is just a product of my incredibly pessimistic thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm just not compatible with people. Maybe I'm supposed to be alone. I can be fine with that. I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't understand it. Am I the only one this way? My brothers all have a way with people. I'm the only one who's not. Come to think of it, I'm not alot of things they are. ,smart, good looking, funny, talented. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family would be perfect if I weren't there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps my biggest mistake is being me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life would be better for everyone if i was replaced by someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for wasting your time.&lt;/div&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/8700905187272163518-2602721296539738109?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/2602721296539738109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/01/knifecuts-like-knife.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/2602721296539738109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/2602721296539738109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/01/knifecuts-like-knife.html' title='Knife..Cuts like a knife..'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SXRSTSLgebI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HVek_NVF6_c/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-188406022218571896</id><published>2009-01-17T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T06:06:23.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eyes Are The Windows To The Soul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;-William Shakspeare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;            &lt;/em&gt;Lets put some stuff in front of the windows so the soul can see!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SXHkWTEwXVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DlpOGR98D6Q/s1600-h/Image196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292262108865518930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SXHkWTEwXVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DlpOGR98D6Q/s320/Image196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Okay. This is just some random woman in my head who turned out all wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SXHkWJmKu0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/AkGftoKiaoI/s1600-h/Image195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292262106321304386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SXHkWJmKu0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/AkGftoKiaoI/s320/Image195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Belovedest Ariff! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SXHkWDyNTlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lXprm3aVHr0/s1600-h/Image193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292262104761192018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SXHkWDyNTlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lXprm3aVHr0/s320/Image193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, some random woman :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SXHkV5CXGdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/i-qzeX7ngos/s1600-h/Derek+draw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292262101876152786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SXHkV5CXGdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/i-qzeX7ngos/s320/Derek+draw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Derek :) Not the best one though. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SXHkV19tQ2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/iEkAFccPOis/s1600-h/Anime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292262101051327330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SXHkV19tQ2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/iEkAFccPOis/s320/Anime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some girl I simply drew and was too lazy to finish hehe. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahha, that's all for now. Perhaps I'll put up more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-188406022218571896?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/188406022218571896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/01/eyes-are-windows-to-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/188406022218571896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/188406022218571896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/01/eyes-are-windows-to-soul.html' title='The Eyes Are The Windows To The Soul.'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZcNM3yyhkI/SXHkWTEwXVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DlpOGR98D6Q/s72-c/Image196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700905187272163518.post-2983052912412360939</id><published>2009-01-17T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T05:29:06.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do I Begin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;........to tell the story of how great a love can be.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                 -Andy Williams, Love Story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      &lt;/em&gt;  Okay, another attempt at a blog&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Hopefully I'll be able to keep this one up and running&lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                To me, the beggining is always the hardest part. The inroduction. The general overview of my thoughts and myself in general. The dreaded first impression. Andy Williams had a point in Love Song. Where &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; I begin? When I have experienced so much, laughed so much, cried so much; when I have had countless thoughts and opinions of so many things in the world.&lt;br /&gt;                So I ponder. I search the dark depths of my mind for something-a thought, an idea, &lt;em&gt;anything!-&lt;/em&gt;to write in my first post. I think till my head aches. And finally, I realise the truth. The fact.&lt;br /&gt;                How do I begin? By simply beggining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700905187272163518-2983052912412360939?l=waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/feeds/2983052912412360939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-do-i-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/2983052912412360939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700905187272163518/posts/default/2983052912412360939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingtobeaswan.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-do-i-begin.html' title='Where Do I Begin?'/><author><name>WanAmalyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919165714792432813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl1b58PrOqk/TY38qLaZinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-RzFs6EiVQw/s220/Snapshot_20100620_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
