<?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-2621709769921283803</id><updated>2012-02-17T22:30:23.033+08:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Song lyrics'/><category term='Afiq&apos;s Open House'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='School'/><category term='Clothes'/><title type='text'>There is none other like me.  (;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>622</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-5294962979979064836</id><published>2012-02-17T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T22:30:23.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iBilik Is Now Available In Philippines!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Heart pumping news everyone! Finding a room with a reasonableand yet affordable price in Philippines is no longer a hassle! From theresearch that I’ve been doing these past few days, obtaining a room that isclean and spacious, cheap and affordable, in close vicinity to food and shoppingoutlets in the Philippines is a dream come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I’ve only been to Philippines once but when I felt like itwas time to make a trip back again, I decided to do some digging. Finding asuitable place to bunk at was certainly no easy feat, which was until Iremembered that iBilik is now available in the Philippines!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With much haste, I began to stalk the site, lurking abouthoping to score a sweet deal that came with all the necessities that I requiredin order to have a smooth sailing vacation. Given that I would normally travelin a group, the first option seemed the most compelling. Offered at a modestprice of PhP 2,996 (USD 70) per day I found myself glued to this one particularpage and was amazed with how fast I had found a fully furnished 2 storey landedhouse that could accommodate a maximum of 5 people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m8naPpThgGA/Tz5jKYCl_RI/AAAAAAAAD5s/O5oGYt1Ivr0/s1600/i.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="390" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m8naPpThgGA/Tz5jKYCl_RI/AAAAAAAAD5s/O5oGYt1Ivr0/s640/i.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Once I did some calculations it dawned upon me that this wasexactly what I was searching for. iBilik had provided me many other options butwho needs to keep looking when their preferences have already been satisfied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I then progressed to check out the facilities and wasimpressed with what was offered. The house consisted of 4 bedrooms with itsprivate toilets, top notch security, had a stable internet connection, aworking washing machine and most importantly it was located right in the heartof the city.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I’m extremely glad that I knew off &lt;a href="http://www.ibilik.ph/"&gt;iBilik Philippines&lt;/a&gt; in mytime of need. The websites design was simple yet easy to maneuver. It providedfar more options than anyone would need but that’s the beauty about it,everything is but a click away with all the full prices displayed. No form ofdeception was in play and they even allowed one to choose the preference ofhousemates if they simply wanted to rent a room on its own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That’s what I call perfection. iBilik doesn’t just maketraveling look easy, they make it effortless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-5294962979979064836?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5294962979979064836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=5294962979979064836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5294962979979064836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5294962979979064836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/normal-0-false-false-false-en-my-x-none.html' title='iBilik Is Now Available In Philippines!'/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m8naPpThgGA/Tz5jKYCl_RI/AAAAAAAAD5s/O5oGYt1Ivr0/s72-c/i.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-2197668731401488732</id><published>2012-02-16T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T00:46:23.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night Before He Departed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hey guys! Second post in a day! Woo! :D Anyways, plans for Calvin Harris tonight fell through so I ended up having a romantic dinner date with my boo at a nice Mexican restaurant instead of a packed mosh pit. Not bad I'd say, would trade Calvin Harris for a night like this any day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tonight's stop was this Mexican restaurant named Las Carretas in USJ Taipan. I had made a reservation for 8pm fearing that it might be packed and was glad to be seated in a cozy comfortable corner with my date. The night was filled with much chit chat as we awaited our Appetizer which I failed to snap a picture of. My apologies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After what seemed like 10 minutes our steaks arrived and it wasn't long before my keen sense caught a whiff of the delicious piece of meat in front of me. I was eager to dig in but waited till my honey got his food too. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The steak was done perfectly, medium, just the way I like it. With a cider on the side to quench my thirst, the night was indeed off to a good start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yw-XUD8tN4c/TzvYagzGrsI/AAAAAAAAD5E/AqUKAGXPpto/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nNT--nWo6Lk/TzvYbHWEaqI/AAAAAAAAD5I/QIqEDfH03Hk/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nNT--nWo6Lk/TzvYbHWEaqI/AAAAAAAAD5I/QIqEDfH03Hk/s640/2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pkwXT9wqLS8/TzvYbt1gEnI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/VLwqoK4tR8w/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pkwXT9wqLS8/TzvYbt1gEnI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/VLwqoK4tR8w/s640/3.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly we both had the exact same choice of main and drink. That probably is attributed to the fact that the restaurant ran out of Strongbow so I settled for Savanna; that aside, similar taste preference for the night! :D Haha, alike and different in so many way. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HYaiGCIPrNs/TzvYcC4lHMI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/z8boD3B4luo/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HYaiGCIPrNs/TzvYcC4lHMI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/z8boD3B4luo/s640/4.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dessert we both once again ordered a brownie each. Baby was trying to be greedy and steal part of mine!! Meanie! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HjJQhxeVUek/TzvYdHfihJI/AAAAAAAAD5g/QZA5Ew3-x-0/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HjJQhxeVUek/TzvYdHfihJI/AAAAAAAAD5g/QZA5Ew3-x-0/s640/5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it just look tantalizing? :P Needless to say, it filled me up to the brim. By the time we departed from the restaurant I was stuffed like a Christmas turkey on Thanksgiving! The meal was scrumptious, the company was irreplaceable and the night was a hit (with me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will just make me miss him more when he leaves tomorrow night but with all things come a silver lining and I couldn't be more overjoyed to see him in 2 weeks! Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;Kim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-2197668731401488732?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2197668731401488732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=2197668731401488732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/2197668731401488732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/2197668731401488732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/night-before-he-departed.html' title='The Night Before He Departed'/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yw-XUD8tN4c/TzvYagzGrsI/AAAAAAAAD5E/AqUKAGXPpto/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-8927051290503212137</id><published>2012-02-15T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T14:22:01.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons Change as I Grow</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, it seems of late every time I update it's after a long hiatus of some sort. I suppose I'm learning to become more private what with information being so easily available on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I wonder what's been going on in the blogging world. Events come and go and tonight is Calvin Harris night. Would you say I'm stoked? Hell yeah. If only I had my tickets! See I just recently came back from a trip to PD and as timing was not on my side, the tickets have sold out. I do however want to try my luck later in hopes that I will be able to buy them at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, a new chapter in my life is about to begin. This chapter will last for the next 3 years of my life as it will be the most important chapter yet. Turning 18 in a little over a month will prove to be slightly overwhelming I'm sure. As much as I adore the fact that I will be off legal age, it's new territory and new responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I have Orientation for University this coming Monday and am on the fence. Do I feel excited? Nervous? Uncertain? Happy? It's quite a rush of emotions all at once but I'm glad to have reached this point, to have done well in my Foundation studies last year and to be embarking on this journey with a friend, Aaron, by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been splendid and an amazing friend to boot. Helping me as I help him and hopefully our friendship will endure throughout the coming years. Dion on the other hand leaves tomorrow night to start his own chapter, a new one with job opportunities and I wish nothing but the best for him. Guess we'll have to see what this year has installed for us as a couple. With much faith in God and myself, I believe we will go far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next update, whenever that will be, thank you for reading. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-8927051290503212137?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8927051290503212137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=8927051290503212137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8927051290503212137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8927051290503212137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/seasons-change-as-i-grow.html' title='Seasons Change as I Grow'/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-4308190047781431103</id><published>2011-09-20T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T02:01:40.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>I see everyone leaving my side, I'm left standing all alone in the rain, again. I wonder why is it I am less fortunate than they are but quickly brush the thought aside thinking to myself how ungrateful can I be? How can I even permit such thought to run through my brain? Maybe it is not them who are moving forward but me who has stagnated. D: I'm mortified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize, my thoughts are unguarded. My surroundings unclear. I'm placing myself in this darkness. I wonder, if I were like them would I be better off or worst. If I had the opportunity would I cherish it as much or simply shrug it off, like most of them do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life confuses me. Then again, if it were straight forward there wouldn't be much of a challenge nor would it be interesting. Sometimes it crosses my mind, the possibilities. My options. Weighing them out, taking risk but what are those thoughts without action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst others are living life to their standard (or maybe they themselves are clueless), I can't help but think am I living up to mine? If not, what's obstructing me. Why am I not trying hard enough? Am I? All these questions keep my mind from sleeping in peace. It turns round and round endlessly, taunting my every move, my every action, causing me to place doubt in myself. Why must I cloud my own mind? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I hope for things to just, fall into place. Hope that they will. Hope that what's meant to be, will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, What if Hope is Just not enough? What then?&lt;br /&gt; Questions.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-4308190047781431103?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4308190047781431103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=4308190047781431103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4308190047781431103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4308190047781431103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-5433846390701492675</id><published>2011-09-05T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T02:22:20.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>There's this sense of joy I feel in my heart. I wonder what could it be. It's a fluttery feeling, something I haven't felt in a long time or perhaps a new feeling. This is strange, it's so foreign and new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I truly had a taste of what I would potentially like my life to be like. The wrong choices aside, it has opened up my eyes to view life in a different light. I've never gone out so late so many nights in a row before. I've never let lose like I have these past 9 days, it's been great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never enjoyed myself over Raya this much before. Never had as much fun as I did in this past week and I love it! I loved every bit of it! I mean sure not everything is all play, we all have to struggle and work to get to where we want to be, to come to that peak we all long to stand tall at. But, there's this little voice in my head that keeps telling me I can live in that standard. I can be in par with the elite. I can achieve the dreams I want and feeling so confident makes me happy. It keeps me secured. IT helps me think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this new feeling is prodigious to say the least. I can't fathom what brought about it but from what I can speculate, it's from a change of winds. A nice change, a good one. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kim x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-5433846390701492675?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5433846390701492675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=5433846390701492675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5433846390701492675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5433846390701492675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-beautiful-day.html' title='It&apos;s A Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-3282032943661358811</id><published>2011-08-17T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T13:40:05.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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color:red"&gt;iBilik.com Is Launching Outdoor Campaign!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Fantastic news everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ibilik.my/"&gt;iBilik.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;is launching their first ever outdoor campaign! Without further ado allow me to first introduce to you what iBilik is all about. iBilik as the name suggest is centralized around rooms for rent, more specifically, rooms for rent in and all around Malaysia! Isn't that just perfect? Room searching will no longer be a hassle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a website that provides a convenient and simple lay out to grant users optimum accessibility. Because most of us live in a world that is fast paced, we lack the time to leave the office and browse for a room that we want. Therefore, iBilik creates an environment for you to toggle between pages, to look for the specs that you crave for and invites you to view as many rooms as you wish at your own time and place. Hey even during work whilst you're taking a break you can easily scan through the website and find what you need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With more people pouring into Malaysia every year, be it tourist or legal immigrants, iBilik has decided to expand their scope to help everyone find a room at a reasonable price. Due to their motivation to reach out to the public they have started an outdoor campaign. 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and have a go at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kimberly Wan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RV2fkBIt5ew/TktQptkiEUI/AAAAAAAAD34/TeJ5CovdjWM/s1600/Photo%252812%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-3282032943661358811?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3282032943661358811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=3282032943661358811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3282032943661358811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3282032943661358811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/normal-0-false-false-false-en-my-x-none.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AiKO8UrwPKE/TktRdDiGBCI/AAAAAAAAD44/UVV5rl5Jf5M/s72-c/Photo%252812%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-1972571550681631591</id><published>2011-07-31T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T03:43:04.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;There seem to be times when I think I know what I want, but then, there's that creeping feeling that tells me I'm wrong. Knowing myself I am one who trust my inner guts and instincts hence always pursuing more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'm afraid. I want to try so many things but fear gets the best of me. I hate that. I wanna change that. I know too well that by just saying it won't help so now what? Will someone please give me direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-1972571550681631591?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1972571550681631591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=1972571550681631591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/1972571550681631591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/1972571550681631591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/there-seem-to-be-times-when-i-think-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-8185766224438176819</id><published>2011-07-30T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T22:12:27.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hello everyone!! :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Today I'm extremely happy!!!! Just got back from Japan yesterday morning, once I got home I had my bag unpacked, jumped in the shower, got ready and waited for Aaron to pick me up. :) We had an appointment with one of the consultants for university placements at 2pm so after the meeting, we went for some lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Where else to go to but Italiannies? :D They had a special set lunch available where you only pay RM15.90 or RM20.90 for a choice between a soup or salad, a main course and a free flow of Pepsi. Chatted with Sereena for a bit since she's working there at the moment, had a good time catching up with Aaron who just got back from Aussieland and went home around 5-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;My day had not ended yet, at about 7pm Nick swung by to pick me up and off we were to celebrate our dear friend Jiah Lit's belated 24th birthday at Ole-Ole Bali! We arrived, met up with everyone and ordered! I had the grilled beef with pasta as per usual and a carrot juice whilst we caught up, talked about past stories and shared a wonderful time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It was up till we were almost done when a group of inconsiderate people decided to ruin the mood simply because they wanted our seats. TSH. These intolerable b*stards were staring at us very uncomfortably so we paid the bill, got up and left. We said our goodbyes and planned for another "makan" session. Other than the discourteous behavior of the impolite group, being back home has been splendid! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I suppose after coming back from a country like Japan I now have a clearer view to make a comparison between a first world country and a third world country. There really is nothing for me here in Malaysia and I can't wait to venture into the unknown, into other countries, to learn off their cultures and so on so forth. I'm in the mist of starting a new blog, fret not this blog will remain, the new one is a FOOD BLOG! :D Yes, for my everlasting love for food, it shall be my sanctuary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It will be a place where I can educate others who have yet to taste or try new places, or better yet, undiscovered food places. =D All in one, from eating fest to new recipes I just want to document and share the joy of food with everyone so if you're interested, stay tuned in to this blog so that when I finally am done with a proper food post, I will post up the link and you can check it out! Do comment and hopefully that will help me improve it! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Okies that's all for now! Gonna catch Captain America at 12.30am later, tataaa! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-8185766224438176819?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8185766224438176819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=8185766224438176819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8185766224438176819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8185766224438176819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/hello-everyone-ddd-today-im-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-3284012894242521634</id><published>2011-07-24T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T19:20:00.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HI there! :D An anonymous person commented on my previous post asking me to update so here it is! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in Japan on holiday as I'm on break at the moment and my stay here has been wonderful! I've been here for the past week and am amazed by how polite, welcoming and courteous the Japanese people here are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food is simply delicious, the fashion is a little queer but if you head to the right areas, shops and districts, you can find beautiful creations! :D One thing I really admire about the Japanese is their ability to follow and respect the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From how they interact with each other, to having the pedestrian first cars later mentality and to helping each other conserve energy after the recent earthquake and tsunami, they have opened up my eyes as to what a terrible state my country, Malaysia, is in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you watch the news on television you'd know that the citizens of Malaysia recently held a rally in the heart of our city Kuala Lumpur. They stood united and strong for what they believed in - equality and fairness. They protested to the government to have our election process be more transparent but alas our&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; corrupted government &lt;/span&gt;only knows how to do ONE thing - To do things according to their personal agenda and Not for the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the differences I've noticed between a 1st world country that is continuously progressing and a 3rd world country which state is only declining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I jumped around quite a fair bit in this post but yet I can't help but interrelate each incident and feeling. Well, hope you enjoyed the post. Hehe. I'll post pictures up soon! :) x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-3284012894242521634?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3284012894242521634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=3284012894242521634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3284012894242521634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3284012894242521634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/hi-there-d-anonymous-person-commented.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-600399579405382027</id><published>2011-05-11T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T03:03:54.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today, right this minute actually I've come to realize that life is all about first times. Despite how horrible or amazing an experience may be, trying or attempting to forget it is just being really stupid and ignorant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I realize that by accepting that it did happen, I did try something and even if it didn't turn out great, I have to come to terms with my choices in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;From a first kiss to a first relationship, there were many times where I self-doubted myself and in the end that sparked confusion. A falsehood. A sense of denial. But yet somehow no matter how horrid one experience turned out to be, the beginning was always be thrilling. That one new feeling I felt every time I tried something different, that sense of vulnerability that I placed myself in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It will always be memorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It will always inflict hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you've lost someone who once meant something special to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If a family member dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you tried something new, hoping that something will last only for it to shatter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All these experiences are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; time experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You can't change them so instead of being bitter about the bad times, take it as a lesson. I once read,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; There are no mistakes in life, only lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I guess this is one of the ways I will coax myself into thinking that I have progressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Perhaps I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Or maybe I'm still stuck and am denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Only time will tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Till then, I bid thee goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-600399579405382027?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/600399579405382027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=600399579405382027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/600399579405382027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/600399579405382027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/today-right-this-minute-actually-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-3279132920753901461</id><published>2011-05-06T02:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T02:24:42.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why doesn't it break your heart when I cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know how much it hurts me having to see you leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Having the knowledge that I have to count down the days till I will undeniably break down in endless rows of tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know how fucking much I will miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's not for very long, not even a year but can you blame me? I'm so attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For good reason, we're going to be together for exactly a year in 18 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perhaps I really am not as important to you as I thought I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perhaps I was only dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perhaps I'm just a girlfriend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the&lt;/span&gt; girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perhaps I'm not good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perhaps you won't miss me, not a little, not even at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perhaps if you ever read this you're wondering, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;how can she say such things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's because this is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;how I feel &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;right now&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With every alphabet I type, my already fragile heart breaks even further; into pieces so small a magnifying glass isn't able to enlarge it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's too hard to be strong....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-3279132920753901461?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3279132920753901461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=3279132920753901461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3279132920753901461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3279132920753901461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-doesnt-it-break-your-heart-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-5648903156134060339</id><published>2011-05-03T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T01:38:44.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plain and simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't want you to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it's not up to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How I wish you could just see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;how much you really mean to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How difficult this is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;having so many people leave already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just can't bear to stand through another heartbreak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The pain coursing through my pumping vessel of blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Each vein expanding and contracting with every tear that sheds down my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With every piece that falls off my cracked heart each time I cry over your departure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This pain is too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-5648903156134060339?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5648903156134060339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=5648903156134060339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5648903156134060339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5648903156134060339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/plain-and-simple-i-dont-want-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-8998722632314925724</id><published>2011-05-03T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T00:42:41.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So May I guess I see roughly what you have installed for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It appears it's going to be a tough month ahead but I shall brave through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filled to the brim with assignments, special events and grief, I think this month will be a test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A test for myself to see how far I can be beaten down, how far I can be in despair but still be able to rise from the ashes. Or so that's what I hope for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I only ask for you to be kind to me, to show me a path way for my escape, for my growth, for my maturity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-8998722632314925724?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8998722632314925724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=8998722632314925724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8998722632314925724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8998722632314925724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-may-i-guess-i-see-roughly-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-5687271452220760987</id><published>2011-05-02T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T03:34:33.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tSdELZxEnHY?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="853" frameborder="0" height="510"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Truly, one of the best youtube videos I've ever seen. Not surprised that they aren't far from reaching the 5 million views mark! Proud of WongFu Productions! :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-5687271452220760987?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5687271452220760987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=5687271452220760987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5687271452220760987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5687271452220760987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/truly-one-of-best-youtube-videos-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tSdELZxEnHY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-100014309536419250</id><published>2011-05-02T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T02:24:47.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's strange this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I coax myself into thinking I'm fine but who am I kidding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once the subject is brought up, my heart feels tight, it becomes hard for me to breathe. I tell myself, stop it, stop these hallucinations but really, who am I kidding? I'm just as lost as I thought I was found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-100014309536419250?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/100014309536419250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=100014309536419250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/100014309536419250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/100014309536419250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-strange-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-4292809323412212951</id><published>2011-04-26T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:49:47.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wC64bgovnvo/TbbbAWthTBI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/WfWXwBc8O0g/s1600/after_a_fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wC64bgovnvo/TbbbAWthTBI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/WfWXwBc8O0g/s400/after_a_fight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599903985824779282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="caption" style="margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;                                         &lt;p&gt;Best part is, he always talks to me first.&amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He makes me feel like I’m on a pedestal.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Comforts me when I’m mad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Refuses to play the “Silent Treatment Game” even when I’m playing it, he’ll come right back and start the conversation &lt;strong&gt;first, all the time without fail&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We hardly fight and when we do, we manage to resolve whatever the issue may be within the same night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He makes me laugh, makes me feel loved but most of all, he makes me feel &lt;strong&gt;secured&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today he proved to me once again, how amazing he really is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sometimes I feel so thankful to God that he’s in my life, hence my Tumblr name &lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;IWantToBeSelfishWithYou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Somehow, someday despite what other people may say, I know in my heart that we’re &lt;em&gt;meant to be&lt;/em&gt; and that &lt;em&gt;he will never leave me&lt;/em&gt;. :]&lt;/p&gt;                                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/X42JR/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-4292809323412212951?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4292809323412212951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=4292809323412212951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4292809323412212951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4292809323412212951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-part-is-he-always-talks-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wC64bgovnvo/TbbbAWthTBI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/WfWXwBc8O0g/s72-c/after_a_fight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-7614637752027016595</id><published>2011-04-25T02:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T02:36:42.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hey... :) This post is somewhat happy somewhat emo, just a little warning in case you'd rather not stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've just recently created a Tumblr account, it's been great! All the photographs that I am able to reblog and how certain quotes, stories or pictures hit home. It can be rather sad when I come across a blog of a person I know, someone who is having the time of her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Someone who seems to have it all when I start to wonder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;why can't I be like that? Have it all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm being selfish and should appreciate what I've been given, what I've been blessed with but I can't help but wonder, will I get out of this mediocrity? I want to make it big, I work hard and try my best, on occasion I'd stop to think and wonder...why am I wasting my days, allowing them to pass by just like that, with a snap of my fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I read of her fairytales and can't help but wish I had the same. I'm hoping God just has more for me and that He's withholding all these greatness from me. I just wish....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-7614637752027016595?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7614637752027016595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=7614637752027016595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/7614637752027016595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/7614637752027016595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-3791578348133924618</id><published>2011-04-24T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T00:18:21.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rah rah rah umra ra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best Brazilian buffet dinner in my life today. It was at this restaurant called Carnival and it is located in Damansara Jaya, they serve exquisite food and for the price of RM53++, it was definitely WELL WORTH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red meat was amazing! Tender, juicy, not overly done but not too rare either; just the right tenderness I'd say. The lamb shoulder and cutlets, gosh. *drools* The chicken, so yum; chicken sausages even better! The fish was pretty good too, as was the prawns. Mannn...I stuffed myself so much I think I easily gained 5 kilograms. :S Not cool, have a hockey game tomorrow night, not entire sure how I will manage to slosh through my opponents on the ice but hopefully with all my might, I will pull through! :) Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, darling and I are going to get my new earphones and Deadmau5 tickets tomorrow. Guess it'll be an awesome day as per usual, probably get the opportunity to catch up on some Fringe as we have yet to start Season 3. Aiks! Kinda wish my uni gave us a week off for Easter break though. :( Boo for that, baby gets a week of holiday. Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, other than that, life's been pretty good. Sure there are the ups and downs but I'm liking how everything has sorta panned out. :) I'm off to catch up on the latest episodes of OTH and Hellcats now so tataa! Au revoir! Mwah! xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-3791578348133924618?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3791578348133924618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=3791578348133924618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3791578348133924618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3791578348133924618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/rah-rah-rah-umra-ra.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-3418279678475913003</id><published>2011-04-19T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T03:14:11.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Behind the brick wall that has cement in between each brick, behind the tough facade, behind the make up, the skin, the clothes, the nice hair there's nothing but a bare, naked young woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;One who fears more than she can imagine. She resembles a warrior on the exterior but on the inside her heart is as fragile as glass. She met a man, he changed her, some said for the better whilst others said for the worst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Most had no faith in their relationship but it bloomed before their eyes and changed their perception. Months passed and they fell in love, he taught her many things like how to be strong, to be smart, cunning, passionate but most of all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;he gave her his heart as she did with hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It came to a point where every minute apart seemed too much for her to bear only to receive news that he had to leave. Thousands of miles away. She wept but could do nothing as interfering would have been selfish so all she did was smile when he was there, cry at times, cry in solitude and set him free to do what he was meant to achieve and become what he was meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hopefully he'll return to be her hero as she waits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-3418279678475913003?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3418279678475913003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=3418279678475913003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3418279678475913003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3418279678475913003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/behind-brick-wall-that-has-cement-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-1179186465477659885</id><published>2011-04-18T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T23:03:12.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ignorance is my new best friend. Ignorance of the unnecessary. Ignorance of drama. Ignorance of everything that pulls me down cause dayum I'm gonna end up way up there and you guys had all better watch me climb. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-1179186465477659885?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1179186465477659885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=1179186465477659885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/1179186465477659885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/1179186465477659885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/ignorance-is-my-new-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-7788163976895457602</id><published>2011-04-18T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:12:10.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it too much to ask for to ask you to care more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can't grasp why you are this way. It confuses me. It's like why let me waste a phone call over silence? I just don't get it. Look, if you don't have anything to say, then fine, just say you're tired or something and hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's not like I've got eternity to spend time with you. Let alone a phone call. I'm counting down the days as it is, what more do you want? ERGH! I'm so frustrated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to this uneasy feeling, I've got Moral Finals tomorrow. Fantabulous. Sometimes, life can be such a pain in the arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I played as a spare player for team LOL. I got like 3 passes although I missed the first 2 cause I was tangled up with a member on the opposing team who was trying to keep me away from the goal but the THIRD TIME I SHOULD'VE FUCKING SCORED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just SHOULD'VE! ISH! I'm so mad cause I knew I could, I knew that I had it in me but yet I didn't! RAH! I'm so pissed off! Why do I allow you to dictate my life? I'm still trying to understand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-7788163976895457602?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7788163976895457602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=7788163976895457602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/7788163976895457602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/7788163976895457602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-it-too-much-to-ask-for-to-ask-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-6768011600953118777</id><published>2011-04-16T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T22:18:30.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a fantastic day! :D Woke up around noon since I had a game last night, showered, called baby and went out for lunch at 2pm. (: We first headed to the pro shop to get a blade for my hockey stick as I broke mine last night and from there, we went for lunch! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Pappa Rich which was just alright and then headed home after to catch some episodes of Fringe. :) We FINALLY managed to finish Season 2 and are super glad to be starting Season 3! :D Mom and dad came down, said we were going for dinner at 7pm and we left for Empire after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Jaya Grocer as they've got this special kitchen place whereby you buy your meat fresh from the supermarket and they cook it for you on the spot. (: Baby and I had the same dish, we both got ribeye steak with pasta and vegetables whilst mama had cod fish and dad had chicken. I had Panna Cotta dessert after and was stuffed to the brim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we did some grocery shopping and now I'm home! :D Just checked my facebook and a friend relayed to me my Moral Education marks, am mega happy right now as I got like 41/60! Finals for that subject is on Monday and I only need 9% more to pass the subject! :D I'm like FUCKKK YEAHHHHH! Wooohooo! Seeing as it's just a LAN subject, it's also a  Pass/Fail subject AND the marks aren't include into my total CGPA, I'm pretty fucking over the moon right now so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO REJOICE! :D Then gotta study tomorrow. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out! Peace! :D V \o/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-6768011600953118777?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6768011600953118777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=6768011600953118777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/6768011600953118777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/6768011600953118777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/today-was-fantastic-day-d-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-720355900922519297</id><published>2011-04-14T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:24:23.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I wish......I really wish I could be selfish with you....but I can't...not now at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Knowing that you're leaving to further your studies makes me proud of you. On the other hand, I dread your departure. I know it won't be for too long, people say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;'It's just 6 months, maybe a little less, you'll be fine.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Truth be told, I don't know how long I will be able to withstand it. The distance. Day by day I count down the days I have left with you before you fly off and it pains so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;When you were away for a mere month I felt so miserably unstable. Longing for your touch, just to see you, hear your voice, have your arms wrapped around me and hold me tight. Friends say not to think about it but I can't, it's just too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;No one knows how difficult it is. Tears stream down my face every single time I think of us being thousands of miles apart. Some say I'm too attached but how else can I feel for someone I love? A friend told me to prepare for whats to come, for what I will have to face in the near future but my question was &lt;u&gt;how&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;How does one prepare for the unknown? I'm afraid. I've gone through feeling completely smitten and happy then having that person I once had feelings for leave only to come back changed. It was never the same. I don't want that to happen to us. ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm scared. You'll be busy, so will I. We'll see each other on Skype no doubt but despite how advance technology is now, it's never the same as seeing you face to face. Being able to caress your face with my palms. Being able to snuggle up to you, to cry on when I feel down, to have your shoulder to lean on, I hate having to feel alone. I need to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Friends understand but only some. Those that don't, all they can do is to comfort me but without understanding, the extent of comfort will be limited before I'm alone again. I wish I didn't have to hurt but I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZzmTFBPMhk8?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="510"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I wish....I just wish I was stronger....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-720355900922519297?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/720355900922519297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=720355900922519297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/720355900922519297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/720355900922519297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZzmTFBPMhk8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-1655217446371550054</id><published>2011-04-14T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T10:37:23.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay people, I have an apparent duty to blog about Andrew Jin and Carmen Chen so yes, let me tell you a little about these people I have come to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Andrew is a jolly guy, always looking cute when he squints his eyes and makes funny noises. He has short hair but the front is slightly longer to which he usually spikes up. :) He likes to dress casual, majority of the time he's in knee length shorts, a plain t and a jacket. (: He's pretty cool as a dude and is easy to get along with. Oh yah, he also tied with me in one of our mid term papers for one of our classes together. DAMN. I know. GOTTA WORK HARDER NOW! Lol! So yups, that's pretty much all I'm going to talk about Andrew. He is a fab friend though for all of you who don't know, he's one who'll be there so treasure him kay guys (people who know him and are reading about him now). (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Carmen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hmm...this girl ahhhh.....is actually a really kind and sweet person. Many people whom she's known for a long time often take her for granted because she's always too willing to help others with their task at her own expense. As these task consume her and eat up her own personal time, she still does it because she cares. This, this is a good characteristic I like about Carmen but at the same time I feel sorry that she gets pushed into it. She's funny and sometimes a little self absorbed but truth be told, aren't we all? :P She "claims" to be awesome but really I don't think she needs support in that aspect, she is spectacular la. I know she's going to go all nuts and self-centered tomorrow cause of this post. &lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;*already dreading it...haha i kid (:*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; But yeah, she's been here to hear me out when I need someone to talk to. We can goss together and bitch about things but in the end it doesn't change anything and life goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I suppose, I'm pretty glad I'm being a butterfly and flittering from people to people rather than being a cacoon and just staying at one place, in one "group", in one "clique". I'm sick and tired of that and perhaps, just perhaps this is a good start. A subchapter within my new chapter of life. I think it's time to blossom, I just don't know how yet. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cheers. xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-1655217446371550054?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1655217446371550054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=1655217446371550054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/1655217446371550054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/1655217446371550054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/okay-people-i-have-apparent-duty-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-1170360713510786970</id><published>2011-04-14T10:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:29:40.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got this off a friends twitter, he reposted it even though he isn't a woman so I thought I'd share it here as it's truly beautiful.&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I walk into a room&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just as cool as you please,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And to a man,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The fellows stand or&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fall down on their knees.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then they swarm around me, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A hive of honey bees.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I say,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the fire in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And the flash of my teeth,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The swing in my waist,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the joy in my feel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a woman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Maya Angelou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-1170360713510786970?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1170360713510786970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=1170360713510786970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/1170360713510786970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/1170360713510786970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-got-this-off-friends-twitter-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-2501608595647477082</id><published>2011-04-10T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T04:24:58.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perhaps all I really need to do is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray.&lt;br /&gt;Listen.&lt;br /&gt;Understand.&lt;br /&gt;Think more, speak less.&lt;br /&gt;Hold my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Learn.&lt;br /&gt;Strive for excellence.&lt;br /&gt;Be considerate.&lt;br /&gt;Start all these one by one to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How else can I undo all the hurt I've caused....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is tragically tough. At times I really am so consumed by it I feel like I'm drowning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-2501608595647477082?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2501608595647477082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=2501608595647477082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/2501608595647477082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/2501608595647477082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/perhaps-all-i-really-need-to-do-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-8961747885160737953</id><published>2011-04-03T04:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T04:18:41.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay hi guys, I warn you that this is a rant post on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;irresponsibility&lt;/span&gt;. If you don't like it or disagree, leave. If you think you know someone as irresponsible as the person I know, read on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm a student and I study in a private university here. My goal is to always aim for the best. I am however, &lt;u&gt;really really REALLY&lt;/u&gt; pissed at the fact that certain people who enroll here are just here to be here. They don't have a goal,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; NEVER&lt;/span&gt; set any form of target to strive and achieve for and then &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;EXPECT&lt;/span&gt; the rest of us or rather  me (as this is me and my personal opinion only) to spoon feed them on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HOW&lt;/span&gt; to do &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;THEIR&lt;/span&gt; assignment? Seriously? If you don't understand, ask your lecturer, there's a reason we pay them right? To gain their knowledge and so on so forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you aren't ready for college then wait it out. Sit back, think about what you're good at, then enroll in a course that best suits you. Don't just fucking enroll into something just cause you want to escape maths. I admit, one reason I chose this course is due to the lack of mathematics, HOWEVER, I love to socialize and expand my network so therefore, I chose THIS COURSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU...on the other hand should have learnt from YOUR previous experience that YOU have a certain responsibility to uphold. Responsibility to hand up your assignments on time. Normally, I wouldn't give 2 fucks if you did or not, I don't care if you fail or not. BUT, if it is because of YOU that OUR lecturer is holding up my grades due to the&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; SIMPLE FACT&lt;/span&gt; that YOU have yet to hand in YOUR assignment, yeah, that's WHEN I get Irritated. Do you see? Can you comprehend how nerve-wrecking this feeling is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lets say your initial due date, for instance, was the 12th of March to send it in. What are you suppose to do? You make sure you finish your assignment by the 11th, at the very latest. Proofread and everything. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;RIGHT?&lt;/span&gt; I mean, shouldn't punctuality apply both to being on time to a place AND passing something up? Like you know, something us people like to call 'deadlines'; which means &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;&lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;submitted;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;the latest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;finishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;something. Just in case, you were unaware of its meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So yes, now lets say that the kind lecturer had Already extended the deadline by TWO weeks, pushing the deadline from the 14th to the 26th of March. Shouldn't that give you more than sufficient time to finish your work? It's not rocket science but merely a simple 2 sheet assignment to which format is given. All your need to do is search for a relevant chart and fill in the details. The 2 weeks passes by and it's time to submit your work but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; OH..I Haven't Even Started On It Yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SAY WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTMOTHAFACKA!?!?!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To which you probably think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"Nevermind that, all is well, my lecturer is cool, he'll give me MORE EXTRA time." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 days later&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We have class and I inquire as to when we get our grades to which the lecture replies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"When everyone has submitted their work."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Obviously I know without a doubt who this statement applies to and thus I agree to help (him) as our lecturer said that it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAS TO BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; submitted by That Day Itself. Alright so my friend and I help him, give up our lunch breaks and go to class after. We head back thinking that okay, he'll know what to do now that it's finished and mind our own business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;6 days pass due date&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm on fb and BAM, the question arises, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;where's this, where's that? I don't know how to use this, that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;. OMFG! It's not that I don't want to help you, I do. It just comes to the extent of you pushing it way too far!! Can't you be independent!?!?! HUH? Is it really THAT difficult to find a blank document on desktop? Is it THAT difficult to find something on your online portal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GO AND EXPLORE THE THING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The reason Google is so successful is because people like us normal inquisitive human beings who don't know things go there to LOOK IT UP! Afterall it is pretty user-friendly, simple and it's segregated into different classifications such as 'Everything', 'Images', 'Videos', 'Maps', 'News'...yada yada yada. Do you really need to be spoon fed to the core? You are no longer a baby, nor are you a child, you aren't a teenager anymore but an adult, how long more do you want to remain in the dark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To make matters worse than it already is, you tell me that you'll wait till a weekday to submit it? Dude it's already late, the quicker you send it, the faster it gets to the lecturer. It doesn't matter that you send it in on a weekend, fact is, when he opens up his portal on a MONDAY morning, IT'S GOING TO BE THERE! Do you readers see my point? Like at least it will be there right? Better than yea ohkay, I'll send it in on Monday, what time, no clue, just ya know, whenever I'm free. Or whenever any of the computer in the library are free for use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;Can I get a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK???????????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ISH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't stand it. I just can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All my life I've been brought up with discipline, one of main reasons why I have achieved what I have. I'm not boasting to say that it's a lot but at least it is Something that I am proud off. I wasn't born with a golden spoon in my mouth, I worked my ass off to get what I wanted and where I want. That has always been the way my family works. How my parents raised me. If I want something, I have to work for it and if I do well, I get it as a reward. Plain and simple with no easy way out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It really makes me think like what are you doing in uni if you can't be bothered to fulfill the basic requirements like passing up your assignment on time? Listening during class, taking notes, being innovative and taking risk with styles and what not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you really can't answer the questions : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What am I doing here? Or what is it that I want to get out of this experience? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then you really need to take a step back or a couple of them and reflect. Reflect and look at your options, how much do you want in life? How far are you willing to go to get it, to get there. What are your dreams? Do you even have any?? Just thinking without action will not get your anywhere, that's merely wishful thinking. When will you start? Where will you start? COMMON!!!! ERGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My God I've never been so frustrated over a matter like this. Perhaps it's because I know what's to come. I know that I have a shitload of group assignments and the reason I hate doing them is because most people are just so incompetent! I don't ask for much, if the task is segregated, do your end of the deal. Make it work. Ya know? Don't just put in 10% of effort and expect me to proofread all your shit. You know well enough that I would do it simply because I'm not willing to let one or more individuals pull me down. By you taking advantage of this trait of mine, you make me feel like a fucking fool because honestly I don't need this BS! But yet, I'M DOING IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes words just aren't enough to express what needs to be expressed. Goodnight. Looking forward to pigging out on dim sum at 9am and to let loose of all this unnecessary stress and frustration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-8961747885160737953?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8961747885160737953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=8961747885160737953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8961747885160737953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8961747885160737953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/okay-hi-guys-i-warn-you-that-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-1498657569777567347</id><published>2011-03-28T05:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T06:04:31.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;With regards to the recent vlog that went viral a few weeks back I feel the need to express my frustration towards this obnoxious, arrogant student by the name of&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Alexandria Wallace &lt;/span&gt;who apparently goes to UCLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin with my opinions of her and her stupidity, allow me to enlighten you to exactly what spurred me to write this blog post if you haven't already seen the video. Do watch it. She repeatedly mocks, disses and whines about Asians and the apparent annoying feeling we give her. See if her bimbo-tic tirade affects you as it has affected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DoLLEZlpUxk&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DoLLEZlpUxk&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me after viewing it how does it make you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the 2 minute 52 second clip I couldn't help but have anger boil within me. I mean really, how stupid could she be? If she really was accepted into a university as prestigious as UCLA I'd think that she'd have more common sense than to broadcast over the internet (which is written in ink by the way in case she wasn't aware of that) her dislike to us Asians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think she just made herself a target for public ridicule, more so when she criticize our culture and our families. It's not our fault she (AW) isn't loved as much as we (Asians) are, perhaps it's perfectly sane to say that she's just jealous. If she really were brought up to be a "polite" American girl that she &lt;u&gt;most definitely is not&lt;/u&gt;, maybe she should've first thought of the consequences she would face by posting up a video as discriminative as the one she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she ever were to come across this blog post, these are the questions I would ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Did you ever stop to think how your actions would affect your parents? How embarrassed and disgraced they would be? How they would've fallen from being the proud parents who beared a child "intelligent" enough to be accepted into UCLA to the parents who did not know how to raise their child right. To teach you to know When to speak and When to be heard rather than to just babble about childishly to prove a point that's already proven through the invention of signboards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Do you really think that we Asians have eyes so small that we don't know how to read? What? Are you really that ignorant to think that we play no role in you and your life? Er HELLLLOOOOO WAKE UP CALL BITCH. you've got to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lOGpGoEMu2s&amp;amp;feature=channel_video_title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;David on his youtube vi&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;, and I quote: "WE GROW OUR FOOD!", that's right, we don't just go grocery shopping like as you would call "fending for yourself"; we actually plant our own food, cultivate it and eat it after! Can you do that!? Fuck I don't even think you can keep a plant alive for a week let alone the entire period of time it requires to mature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I think the world needs to see that we are all the same no matter skin tone and/or ways of living. If we were to be shot, we would all bleed red. You'd think that by living in this century, coming from a country as open as America, discrimination wouldn't be an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we just have so much more to learn. Tolerance would definitely be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-1498657569777567347?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1498657569777567347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=1498657569777567347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/1498657569777567347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/1498657569777567347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/with-regards-to-recent-vlog-that-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-4690628438594807298</id><published>2011-03-14T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T15:48:56.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I read about Japan and the devastation that was caused due to the earthquake and tsunami I can't help but wonder, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how much more time do we humans have to live on this planet we call Earth?&lt;/span&gt; It scares me a little knowing that if the world were to end in on the 21st of December 2012, I wouldn't have even completed my degree, I wouldn't have got a full taste of freedom nor would I be able to achieve everything I've ever wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thought saddens me. It's depressing reading about the number of lives that have been taken by this tragedy together with the number of missing citizens that are unaccounted for because they are still lost at sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we could all work together to start a fundraiser. To somehow assist them in this time of need. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note altogether, I had my Moral Mid-Terms today and sad to say, I don't think I did my very best. I could have but procrastination just kicked in and naive me fell into its trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had actually studied but when it came to this morning when I wanted to just read through it I couldn't even find my notes! &gt;:( Not cool. By the time I was done searching for it all over my room, I had to leave for a 10am class which ended at noon and had to head straight to the examination hall. HAIH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The examiners were such bitches. Like the least you could do is get a "lecturer" or faculty member who can speak decent English. She pronounced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;allowed&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;u&gt;allow-wed&lt;/u&gt;, really? So anyways, guess we'll just have to shit amazing for our project and study our asses off for finals which will be in April. Oh the joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aite, need to get on my Malaysian Studies now. Don't want to do poorly tomorrow, gonna knock 'em dead. ;) Peace. \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-4690628438594807298?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4690628438594807298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=4690628438594807298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4690628438594807298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4690628438594807298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-i-read-about-japan-and-devastation.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-4314438945896468133</id><published>2011-03-12T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T14:48:17.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will prove to you that I am capable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-4314438945896468133?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4314438945896468133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=4314438945896468133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4314438945896468133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4314438945896468133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-will-prove-to-you-that-i-am-capable.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-4480398237315610861</id><published>2011-03-10T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T20:23:01.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I saw a H2 hummer displayed in a mall. It was massive, military like and looked just like the kind of car I would purchase. Who cares if I'm a girl, I can have taste in cars and no one can judge me because this is who I am, this is what I like and this is what I will chase for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that thought in mind, I realized that despite my dreams being enormous I must not fear going after them. I have to be determine to achieve the most I can. Frankly speaking, I already have a target in life, an idea as to how I would like to live in the future and believe me when I say that I'm going to have to work damn fucking hard, strive as best as I can and work like a dog before I will see even a glimmer of my dreams, you better trust that these dreams are big and well worth the sweat and blood put in. People say that the sky is the limit, I say don't have limitations, keep learning, keep improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have however, come to the conclusion that I refuse to let anyone stand in the way of me, my hopes and dreams. I will only seek the silver lining, the positive outcomes and never look back. Mistakes are proof that I am trying, it's better to try, fail and know what Not to do than to never try at all and one day regret never seizing the opportunity altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't heading on the same path as I am I have no alternative but to switch lanes and search for someone who is. Only through means and sacrifices like these will I be able to attain what I truly want. Everything I wish for can be gained, all I need to do now is to go through the long term pain to end up with bountiful pleasures and a positive result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay with me and watch me succeed? Because I know damn well that I will. Just watch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes all we need is that little push of motivation. That makes all the difference between getting there and quitting prematurely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-4480398237315610861?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4480398237315610861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=4480398237315610861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4480398237315610861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4480398237315610861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/today-i-saw-h2-hummer-displayed-in-mall.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-9156470580348740762</id><published>2011-03-02T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T00:21:28.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To all you women out there who are severely controlled by there boyfriends, here's a small piece of advise. Run! Bolt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've met lots of new people and I've come to realize what an amazing boyfriend I have. I hear so many stories about how these men control them. How they seize them even when they aren't even dating, let alone making it official that they are a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that whilst women are trying to fight for their rights to be considered as equals, there are still some who aren't strong enough to stand up for what they want and what they deserve. They don't deserve to be treated like a prize, like a property that's being owned by men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has to be some sort of mutual respect. If you like a girl but she doesn't like you, you can't force her to like you. Wake up. If you really want her, get to know her first, don't use force. If she likes someone else and you really do 'love' her, this assuming you even know what love is at this tender age then either choose to set her free or fight for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like this over possessiveness is killing a number of wonderful women I know personally. They're constantly feeling blue, getting disappointed and so on so forth. That shouldn't be the case! It just appears that they get all the blame from you men despite the fact that some of you might not even be dating! What's that about man? Can they not go out without telling you? What happened to their freedom? IS IT YOURS TO TAKE? I THINK NOT. Caring is sure as hell not screaming at her over the phone, it isn't keeping tabs on her 24/7, calling/texting her every 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want something special it all begins with trust. That's the basis of any relationship and you as adults should know that by now. So what if you've got money? A nice car and a credit card? Does that earn you loyalty? Honesty? To me it just seems that you'd get played and used for what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't treat a woman like you own her because you don't. She's as free as you are till the day you propose and marry her. It is then that she is entirely yours and no one elses. Your soulmate, your lover, your darling, she will be your everything but until you get to that stage, you need to get your head turned the right way and quit being possessive! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;She ain't yo bitch and you ain't her pimp. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-9156470580348740762?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9156470580348740762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=9156470580348740762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/9156470580348740762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/9156470580348740762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-all-you-women-out-there-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-8786763737124080489</id><published>2011-02-27T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T15:54:48.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think the idea of a blog is to have myself pour out my feelings and to get my head in check, to put into perspective what life is really about and how I can live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT sometimes confuses me because I would type out how I feel, have the paragraph lead on to something else and then forget altogether what I was going to write about in the first place. I sometimes wish that my writing had more depth, to have it be expressive, real, honest, and rare. I can't help but feel that everyone else is just going through the same things I am and writing about the same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be different. I want to live and do so many things that I'm not allowed to. IT's disappointing knowing I can't because of limitations. I need to rid myself of them. Starting now. Only problem is, how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-8786763737124080489?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8786763737124080489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=8786763737124080489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8786763737124080489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8786763737124080489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-think-idea-of-blog-is-to-have-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-1953856087802602172</id><published>2011-02-22T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:46:16.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey you sexy bitches! I'm baaaaaaaaaaack! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gosh these pass 4 weeks have truly been a new chapter. So many things has happened, I can't remember what date exactly, it was all so fast but man, what a new perspective I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, here are some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i) I've met some pretty incredible people recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ii) Some really annoying to the bone ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;iii) I've got a really boring MS lecturer, not to mention, she's racist towards Chinese people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am I surprised? Well, I'm in Malaysia so what else can I expect? Today in MS class, we were thought on Integration between races and cultures. Throughout the entire lecture, I couldn't help but think that it was utter BS. First off, she takes sides, she isn't neutral &lt;- Hypocrite Alert. Secondly, she doesn't have anyone's attention, everyone is either sleeping in class or talking. Thirdly, she bores me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;iv) My Moral Education lecturer is flexible and understanding. *2 thumbs up for him*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;v) I already have 8 assignments but one was due on Monday so now that number has decreased to 7. Yay? Not so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;vi) I've been neglecting my comfy bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;vii) I find it difficult to juggle my timing between play and work. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(But I'm getting better.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;viii) It can get difficult to focus and concentrate in class; one word: Distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;viiii) I think this year is going to just pass me by and I'm not sure I'm going to know where all the time went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;x) I will make memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That basically sums up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling a little off, like stuff just keeps getting to me. Perhaps it's a pet peeve or maybe, it's just me. I felt like this in high school, only difference is that I think the people I've met in college are more understanding because some of them go through the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, life has been a little mundane. I want to do a bunch of things but there just isn't time nor the funds to do what I want to do. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should all wish because only our hopes and dreams motivate us to strive for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-1953856087802602172?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1953856087802602172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=1953856087802602172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/1953856087802602172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/1953856087802602172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/hey-you-sexy-bitches-im-baaaaaaaaaaack.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-3675081409124382375</id><published>2011-02-05T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T01:32:48.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I suppose I now know why I've been having trouble sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Why I've been having restless nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Why I couldn't possibly understand my uneasiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And why you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mijn lieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;, am someone I treasure ever so dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It started with a new environment, a new group of people, a new perspective on life and a little nudge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It was difficult but I feel a rush of relief. I feel okay again. I feel like I will once again be able to take on the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I was afraid. Perhaps I still am but with you by my side, understanding my needs and the exposure I crave for, you make things so much brighter for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You brought out the part which I'm afraid to challenge. You gave me the strength to be honest. You are part of why I am how I am today; you've helped me conquer my fears. Most of them at least, I will never be able to be in the same room as a flying cockroach.. You soothe the pain and bring the joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thank you my love. Thank you for all that you are, from being exceedingly caring, supportive and even understanding to the bone. Even if it means that you may struggle to see the view that I'm seeing, thank you for being an amazing boyfriend and braving through this storm with me. =')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Boobles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-3675081409124382375?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3675081409124382375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=3675081409124382375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3675081409124382375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3675081409124382375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-suppose-i-now-know-why-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-4700401124183502245</id><published>2011-02-04T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T02:49:17.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I just wish I could follow my own advise.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-4700401124183502245?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4700401124183502245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=4700401124183502245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4700401124183502245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4700401124183502245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes-i-just-wish-i-could-follow-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-9171899589076510952</id><published>2011-02-01T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:35:52.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because with new experiences come something you like and something you  dislike. Something you approve of and something you don't. Personally  speaking, it's a journey for me. No doubt the destination is off high  importance, but the journey counts more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an eye opener. It showed me a glimmer of the real world, how  people are and how people react. It taught me a lesson, it taught me  that women are not much different from men, in fact, they can be more  deadly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned that both sexes are dangerous. When we are born into this  world, we come with a brain, a soul and a body. Our brain learns and  captures things memories just like how moments are captured in a  photograph.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary how something so small can harm you so much. It's scary  knowing that if you aren't careful, things can happen AND they will.  Knowing this also makes you less naive and more alert so what happens to  us? Will we somehow come to a point of self destruction?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I keep failing to comprehend is how our desires can cause us to  weave between doing what's right and what's wrong. Knowing doesn't  necessarily mean we would do the right thing. Knowing simply makes you  aware of the bigger picture but it's you, your soul that puts yourself  in control. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about control and strength. How strong are we. Physically we are  mere puppets, even a lorry could run us over and we'd be dead. How in  control are we, one second one could be a virgin and the next, you're  not. Why? Because humans make mistakes, they allow their desires and  wants to take over themselves and from that, we slowly degenerate. Our  soul, no longer pure, it will feel guilt and now I don't know what to  write anymore. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very peculiar feeling how some people can be so oblivious so  what's happening around them. I'd urge them to open up their eyes and  wake up but maybe, even I have yet to come to that stage in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-9171899589076510952?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9171899589076510952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=9171899589076510952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/9171899589076510952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/9171899589076510952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/because-with-new-experiences-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-6628462321241636806</id><published>2011-01-30T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:26:31.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're close mindedness frustrates me. Get a fucking grip. I'm not some silly 10 year old, I'm in fucking uni lah. Let me live. When I was in high school, I took in all the "No's", I took in all the "you can't go out's". I took in all of that fucking crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm out of that stupid shit hole. Cut me loose. I want to fucking fly. I want to fucking see the sky. I wanna live without telling lies. Will you be the one to let me sore high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so damn irritating that we're fucking Asians. I hate the fact that we're Asians that can't live the Western way. Don't get me wrong, I love that I'm Chinese, wouldn't mind being mixed but seriously, let me fucking do shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me the space to grow, to make my own mistakes, to REBEL. Because I will. I'm so sick and tired of boundaries, fences, eff off. I don't need to hear all of this. Why do you think I strive to get good grades? Why do you think I'm gonna make sure I get that 4.0 CGPA for this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be pretty damn clear cut, I WANT OUT. I WANT TO LEAVE THIS FUCKING HOUSE AND GO TO AMERICA. I hate the restrictions. I need a break from you guys. A LONG BREAK. If you both had been more chilled out, there would be no need for me to vent here. I'd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;would've&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; been happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-6628462321241636806?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6628462321241636806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=6628462321241636806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/6628462321241636806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/6628462321241636806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/youre-close-mindedness-frustrates-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-6571630181972286543</id><published>2011-01-30T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T00:32:12.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What have you done to me? You've made me wanna experience life in a different way. View things in a different light. What am I to do? This is mind boggling, solitude shall calm my mind. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-6571630181972286543?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6571630181972286543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=6571630181972286543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/6571630181972286543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/6571630181972286543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-have-you-done-to-me-youve-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-5055429916593641296</id><published>2011-01-29T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:14:09.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello readers! I'm bored so I decided to have a blast from the past! :) These videos are of me figure skating about 2-3 years back, I hope you like them. In the 1st and 3rd one I didn't do a clean program however I nailed the 2nd one which is why it's in the middle! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enjoy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/E_FkqqzrAsI?rel=0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Jo55UD0lUVA?rel=0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hs_kGt4eLyw?rel=0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-5055429916593641296?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5055429916593641296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=5055429916593641296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5055429916593641296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5055429916593641296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-readers-im-bored-so-i-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/E_FkqqzrAsI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-5147311593930142097</id><published>2011-01-29T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T19:42:05.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a beautiful lie.&lt;br /&gt;It's a fragile idea.&lt;br /&gt;It's fate.&lt;br /&gt;It's not in our hands.&lt;br /&gt;It's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder what the world would be had it been created to exist perfectly, perfection wasn't imperfection that people made to be cliche. Everything worked, nothing broke down, every single thing on the planet were perfect except..except for humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, us humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a strange thing our brain. One sec it may decide on a path and then just another sec after, it wants to go the other way. It's absurdity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say you choose your path. You can't choose how you're born into this world, where, and how well off you'll be but you can make a difference. You can do it. You can change it. And you make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we have to give up in order to achieve excellence? What do we have to put out in order to get that far? What sacrifices would be have to make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions Questions...endless Questions....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-5147311593930142097?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5147311593930142097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=5147311593930142097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5147311593930142097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5147311593930142097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-beautiful-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-2952000687737664430</id><published>2011-01-29T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T02:09:22.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because the truth is, this affects more than I wish.&lt;br /&gt;I think denial is a very strange yet appealing word.&lt;br /&gt;I thought &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*note the past tense*&lt;/span&gt; I was fine, I think I am now, but will I be tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;It's funny what life throws at you.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm being throw at life.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..I'm a brick.&lt;br /&gt;It feel like you're moving 5 steps forward, stand your ground and then just wait to see if you can be struck down.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like grass, swaying with the wind, blowing in the direction the breeze goes.&lt;br /&gt;I try to fathom what this eerie feeling is but really, it's so peculiar.&lt;br /&gt;I can't pinpoint it but I know why it's there.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel sick to my tummy;&lt;br /&gt;Weak.&lt;br /&gt;I just have to face it.&lt;br /&gt;But when?&lt;br /&gt;But how?&lt;br /&gt;This scares me.&lt;br /&gt;Please spare me.&lt;br /&gt;Or save me.&lt;br /&gt;Do something.&lt;br /&gt;MY emotions are genuinely fucked.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my world of darkness and light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-2952000687737664430?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2952000687737664430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=2952000687737664430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/2952000687737664430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/2952000687737664430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/because-truth-is-this-affects-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-5025793595338436612</id><published>2011-01-27T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T19:43:09.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a funny world out there. Things turn upside down, you tumble around, trying to figure out how not to drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realize that the wrong paths take you to the right places, and the 'right' paths are just too safe. You need adventures, you need spices, to take you higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've started college, it's been a crazy ride. Knowing how much this means, how much effort I have to put in, it frightens me a wee bit. But, I think I'm confident enough to say that I've met and bunch of people who are amazing and I will last the year! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're cool, fun and open minded. They may or may not judge but it's OKAYY to be yourself. It's no longer restrictions restrictions but instead it's experience experience. Sure we do some of the same things we did in high school but really who are we kidding, college is way more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More rules to break, more responsibilities but also definitely a hell load more of excitement. :) Life is good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-5025793595338436612?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5025793595338436612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=5025793595338436612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5025793595338436612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5025793595338436612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-funny-world-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-2938499257009120846</id><published>2011-01-26T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T23:24:03.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can feel your heartbeat. I can feel your heartbeat. She said to me. Running through me. Your Heartbeat. Feel your heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, the facebook server is down, I've been tweeting, bored of tweeting and thus have resulted to blogging. No this isn't my final option I just happen to choose to blog. Deal with it. Okay I'm sorry, I'm not really that mean, if anything I'd rather kill you with kindness. Hah. Kay sorry my brain is pretty scattered at the moment, everything is popping into my mind all at once, it's all fragmented. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week would mark the 2nd week of college, or as I call it, 'Lecture Week' and it's been going well so far. I can't deny I'm more excited for CNY hols next week though. ANG POWS YO! ;P Then back to class, welcome to ASSIGNMENT WORLD. Oh the joy. Okies that's about all for now. Toods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-2938499257009120846?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2938499257009120846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=2938499257009120846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/2938499257009120846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/2938499257009120846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-can-feel-your-heartbeat.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-8070302515221248443</id><published>2011-01-26T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T13:54:37.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CariBilik Indonesia Launched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hey everyone! Have you ever went to a country, looked for a reasonable accommodation that's in good condition and been disappointed? I've certainly been there and done that, it wasn't pretty. Perhaps you went for a short 2 week holiday or even just a business trip which required you to stay for 3 months and you just found it to be such a hassle looking for a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well! Look no further! Caribilik is now launched in Indonesia! They had first started on home ground (Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia naturally) and very quickly after had found success in our market! Not only did they build a network far and vast but they also acquire impressive feedbacks. One of the great things about it is that the price range they offer per room is within us (common peoples) budget. It isn't costly and is very much affordable, isn't that great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I am quite excited about CariBilik being launched in Indonesia. I have plans to visit Bali soon and the minute I headed to the website, under Rooms To Let I immediately spotted Bali at the top of the list! They have saved me from a headache of looking for accommodation there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process towards searching for the ideal room is very simple. Once you're on their home page, you simply have to look for the location you want, for example: Bali and click on the text that says &lt;a href="http://id.caribilik.com/"&gt;Sewa Kamar&lt;/a&gt; and viola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon clicking, this page will be displayed on your screen. Look below for a sample. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TT-z4cxgAsI/AAAAAAAAD3M/APn-1G3d_h4/s1600/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TT-z4cxgAsI/AAAAAAAAD3M/APn-1G3d_h4/s400/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566365446831080130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As you can see, the site is fully equipped with full detailed Descriptions of the room, what requirements are to be fulfilled as well as a Contact box to ensure that you can reach the owner to make your booking and to liase with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think that the site is extremely useful, it's hands on and easy to navigate. Do check it out if you're interested in renting a room in Indonesia! Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-8070302515221248443?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8070302515221248443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=8070302515221248443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8070302515221248443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8070302515221248443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/caribilik-indonesia-launched-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TT-z4cxgAsI/AAAAAAAAD3M/APn-1G3d_h4/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-3199214778785906228</id><published>2011-01-23T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:03:53.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heyy so what's up? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up at 6:30AM! Okay granted I was suppose to get up at 6AM, Juf called and my alarm rang but then I went back to sleep. Lol. Oh wells, got up and saw a text to quicken my 'getting-ready' pace so I hurried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scurried here, scurried there, chose what to wear, went into the shower, washed my hair. All ready in a half hour. I was proud of myself. By this time Jinny was already waiting for me outside of my house and off we went on the journey to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were lost but alas she proved to be a very good and efficient driver. We waited as we sent the guys off for the Asian Winter Games that's to be held in Kazakhstan. :) We took one last picture of the entire team and off they went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home around noon and was hungry as hell. Mom made lunch and that's pretty much all the interesting bits that's happened in my life today! Oh and she baked a delicious butter cake! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights nothing much to update about. First day of classes begin tomorrow, of all things Moral Education is the first. Lame. -.- Okay bye bye for now then. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-3199214778785906228?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3199214778785906228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=3199214778785906228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3199214778785906228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3199214778785906228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/heyy-so-whats-up-today-i-woke-up-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-5970283796488321902</id><published>2011-01-21T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:32:15.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously think that time of month just makes everything so goddamn emotional! HORMONES GET A GRIP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-5970283796488321902?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5970283796488321902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=5970283796488321902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5970283796488321902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5970283796488321902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-seriously-think-that-time-of-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-739953253517012439</id><published>2011-01-21T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T20:52:00.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had the best laugh ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so today was a day well spent with mom buying CNY cookies, some make up and a little bit of shopping for the upcoming festival. As we were leaving, we got into the bubble lift and stood all the way at the back whilst waiting to stop at our floor (the last one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bubble lift was overlooking the ice rink and there was a woman and man conversing. I couldn't help but overhear as I was standing right next to the woman and oh how their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conversation humored me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The woman said with amazement: I don't know how they are able to skate! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The man: I agree! It's so difficult to balance on such a 'thin' blade, (&lt;/span&gt;now this is when he uses his fingers to show her exactly how thick HE THINKS the blade is. He had his fingers spread out to a whole inch!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..so me being a figure skater know exactly HOW thin the blade really is but here comes the funny bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woman: I can't believe it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man: I just can't understand the physics behind it! How do they find their balance!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I'm just about sure I'm turning red. I mean, really. I would like to clarify with them that the blade is actually only one-third the width of what that man had shown the woman but I just couldn't bring myself to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like whilst I was trying so hard to contain myself, the thought of telling the guy and possibly humiliating him felt really rude so instead I just kept quiet and tried to concentrate on other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we left the lift, mom and I walked out and bumped into Guido and Ashanti. I was still giggling so I told them about the whole ordeal and oh what a good laugh we had. Sigh. Sometimes I wonder how ignorant people can be. I guess sure from afar it may look that thick but don't you think that would be a tad bit too dangerous for little kids who are currently participating in the sport!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look at the picture below. This is actually how thin the blade really is, for those of you who aren't sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTl9QCYLzGI/AAAAAAAAD3E/IWNNPpu6y50/s1600/sideskate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTl9QCYLzGI/AAAAAAAAD3E/IWNNPpu6y50/s400/sideskate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564616529062644834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess in a way it's mean to be laughing. He really didn't know. But..well. Sometimes, a good laugh is a good laugh. :)&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-739953253517012439?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/739953253517012439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=739953253517012439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/739953253517012439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/739953253517012439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-had-best-laugh-ever-okay-so-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTl9QCYLzGI/AAAAAAAAD3E/IWNNPpu6y50/s72-c/sideskate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-7137770765606883519</id><published>2011-01-20T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T22:52:23.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi readers, todays post is pretty much a rant towards VEVO and Youtube's cheapo ass. The other day I was attempting to search for new songs and after I waited for each video to load, as soon as I click the play button, this stupid page would pop up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TThK95jLhMI/AAAAAAAAD28/__t235VDSkk/s1600/Stupid_vevo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TThK95jLhMI/AAAAAAAAD28/__t235VDSkk/s400/Stupid_vevo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564279766897099970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Needless to say, my fury couldn't be contained hence this angry post. On one of the videos there was a comment that had triggered many 'like/thumb ups' and as I read it I realized why it got so much support. What the user had to say was straight forward and to the point. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment-text" dir="ltr"&gt;                 &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Vevo, Let me start by saying get your corporate asses off youtube! Ever since these big companies started paying off youtube so﻿ the could post their frigging videos, we can't post ours. We are flagged for infringement every time we include a song we like in our videos. This is &lt;u&gt;YOUtube&lt;/u&gt;, place where we can post &lt;u&gt;OUR&lt;/u&gt; videos. If we wanted to listen to music from you, we go to your damn website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To people who﻿ want greedy corporates gone, thumbs up and copy and paste this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By TheMcfw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See how it made me feel so much better that someone was able to voice out what was pretty much going on in every youtubers mind? Anyhoos, here to telling VEVO and cheap ass Youtube to suck it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-7137770765606883519?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7137770765606883519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=7137770765606883519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/7137770765606883519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/7137770765606883519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-readers-todays-post-is-pretty-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TThK95jLhMI/AAAAAAAAD28/__t235VDSkk/s72-c/Stupid_vevo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-6688771822785811685</id><published>2011-01-18T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T00:21:25.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I now officially have a new plan in life. No doubt there will be a couple of detours, BUT! I am determined in making them come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, graduate from FiCM at 17!&lt;br /&gt;Second, graduated from DEGREE at 20!&lt;br /&gt;Third, work my ass off and save for 1 whole year!&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, head to Ibiza and partayyyyy once I turn 21!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..that shall be my plan for the next 5 consecutive years of my life. Ok, I may sleep now. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-6688771822785811685?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6688771822785811685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=6688771822785811685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/6688771822785811685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/6688771822785811685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-now-officially-have-new-plan-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-7138733338698646711</id><published>2011-01-17T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T23:32:57.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HELLO THERE! :D&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of orientation in my new college campus and twas a good day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning began with my parents not willing to drop me off alone. After much persuasion, they finally left me at the steps of my new campus and I went into the sea of people to fend for myself. Felt all grown up. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo! Met Nikke, then said HI to Eleena (which became a very good friend within like minutes for real!), after a bit, said Hi to another guy named Nazrin whilst on the way to lunch and bada bing bada boom, us 4 became a bunch! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we headed to our next point of Orientation. Got my calendar for the year and sad to say, I HAVE WAYYY TO FEW HOLIDAYS! Dudeeessss, I have my finals on freaking DECEMBER 26TH OKAY! *breathes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to get our Student IDs taken and Nikke left after. From there we went on an adventure to tour around the campus, ON OUR OWN cause we're cool like that. ;) Needless to say, we kinda got lost a couple of times, went to the wrong floor, then walked down, then took the lift and walked down again and took the lift again. Despite the fact that this went on for quite a while, I had fun bonding with my new buddies! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I also fell down the steps whilst walking in my heels! LOL! Hilarious! Thank God I didn't like twist my ankle or anything but it did hurt for like 2 mins. Sigh. All the good memories of first day college. Hehe.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got to the library, we started taking pictures so here they are! Check 'em out! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTQkUVJByuI/AAAAAAAAD20/hmoi7nZ7LP0/s1600/IMG_8603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTQkUVJByuI/AAAAAAAAD20/hmoi7nZ7LP0/s400/IMG_8603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563111371400399586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eleena! I swear we were separated at birth! We're so alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTQkT01NV2I/AAAAAAAAD2s/G9uX7s5ZdMs/s1600/IMG_8593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTQkT01NV2I/AAAAAAAAD2s/G9uX7s5ZdMs/s400/IMG_8593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563111362727335778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazrin! :D He's a little quiet but quirky in a cute way! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTQkTtlM_bI/AAAAAAAAD2k/va8XalXg9bc/s1600/IMG_8597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTQkTtlM_bI/AAAAAAAAD2k/va8XalXg9bc/s400/IMG_8597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563111360781155762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, THE THREE OF US! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTQkS8Kzy5I/AAAAAAAAD2c/ac2yeTI1pXA/s1600/IMG_8604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTQkS8Kzy5I/AAAAAAAAD2c/ac2yeTI1pXA/s400/IMG_8604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563111347517115282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that's pretty much all I have to update on for now! Tomorrow is a new day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; love.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-7138733338698646711?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7138733338698646711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=7138733338698646711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/7138733338698646711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/7138733338698646711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-there-d-today-is-first-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTQkUVJByuI/AAAAAAAAD20/hmoi7nZ7LP0/s72-c/IMG_8603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-4063577743144576143</id><published>2011-01-16T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:05:46.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am obsessed with this track right now. Like for real. Lyrics? Spot on. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dOJpMr6-cqU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dOJpMr6-cqU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You walk the streets,&lt;br /&gt;Never feel no guilt,&lt;br /&gt;You make your money selling guns on the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ashamed, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're all the same,&lt;br /&gt;Killing in the name money is the game now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're buying bombs, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we pay the price,&lt;br /&gt;Eat your lies and we feed it to the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what you want? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what you need?&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna kill us all to bring peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul,&lt;br /&gt;Is my enemy.&lt;br /&gt;My love,&lt;br /&gt;My life,&lt;br /&gt;Is poison to me.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not how it's supposed to be,&lt;br /&gt;Got no choice,&lt;br /&gt;No voice,&lt;br /&gt;I have no dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You manipulate, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your bag of tricks,&lt;br /&gt;You're playing God with the world on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't regulate, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the worlds at stake,&lt;br /&gt;We're so lost that we all feel it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm the one to blame, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this burning pain,&lt;br /&gt;It's eating up the world,&lt;br /&gt;And we gonna live it in shame,&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to maintain,&lt;br /&gt;when it's so insane,&lt;br /&gt;It's so, so insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So kids don't listen to your parents, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The parents can't teach us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All they ever left was a world in a mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My blood,&lt;br /&gt;My soul,&lt;br /&gt;Is my enemy.&lt;br /&gt;My love,&lt;br /&gt;My life,&lt;br /&gt;Is poison to me.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not how it's supposed to be,&lt;br /&gt;Got no choice,&lt;br /&gt;No voice,&lt;br /&gt;I have no dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got no control, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the state of our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see that, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever lived was a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all duped to believe, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That there's no way around, &lt;br /&gt;There's no way around, &lt;br /&gt;There's no way around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul,&lt;br /&gt;Is my enemy.&lt;br /&gt;My love,&lt;br /&gt;My life,&lt;br /&gt;Is poison to me.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not how it's supposed to be,&lt;br /&gt;Got no choice,&lt;br /&gt;No voice,&lt;br /&gt;I have no dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-4063577743144576143?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4063577743144576143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=4063577743144576143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4063577743144576143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4063577743144576143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-obsessed-with-this-track-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-7515838106378903284</id><published>2011-01-16T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T16:42:22.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you interested or committed? When you're interested you'll do what's convenient, when you're committed you'll do what it takes. - John Assaraf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-7515838106378903284?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7515838106378903284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=7515838106378903284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/7515838106378903284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/7515838106378903284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/are-you-interested-or-committed-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-310637043041880624</id><published>2011-01-15T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T04:30:17.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's 4:30AM and I'm reflecting. Rather I thought I would feel a pang of disappointment knowing that I am doing all this damage to my body all by myself but yet for some unspoken reason, it just hasn't hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like it to since the earlier it does, the smarter I get and the earlier I rest = better days ahead. I have to wake up at 8:30AM, get showered, pick something to wear and go shoot. Despite me being an amateur, I am simply helping a friend out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet is a vicious thing. It has so many pros but I can't help but wonder,do the cons outweigh the pros? It's unbelievable how I can amuse myself with just going from link to link, observing graphic designs, art, words..etc. Usually most would consider this to be a waste of time but for now since studying is my main priority, I can't travel plus I'd have to save to travel..might as well do some research and keep in touch with the rest of the world through the wonderful technology available yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing only goes so far, it's the doing that will get me there. Question is, how hard will I be willing to work to reach those dreams that seem so far away? I remain optimistic as each precious second goes wasted. Perhaps..perhaps I can spark a change in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is after all..reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-310637043041880624?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/310637043041880624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=310637043041880624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/310637043041880624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/310637043041880624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-430am-and-im-reflecting.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-1643544495036850121</id><published>2011-01-14T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T20:23:37.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi hi my sweet readers! :D&lt;br /&gt;Today has been an amazing day. I don't know what got it started but I just feel happy, to make things even better, I got the OK from dad to get Dr. Dre iBeat earphones! *melts* What's the condition? He pays half, I pay half. Not bad lah. Better than nothing yes? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got my hawk eyes set on this, after much consideration, I have settled on iBeats. Now just for the color. Hurm..still need to contemplate on that. It was between this sweet baby and the Dr. Dre Tour but that one is for better resolution and what I was looking for is for was something with a high performance rate hence I chose this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beauty! Ahh..I can't wait to order them! Sexy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTA-HJm_f9I/AAAAAAAAD2U/H49bxjMspVM/s1600/Beats-by-Dr.-Dre-iBeats-in-ear-headphones-for-iPad-iPhone-iPod-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTA-HJm_f9I/AAAAAAAAD2U/H49bxjMspVM/s400/Beats-by-Dr.-Dre-iBeats-in-ear-headphones-for-iPad-iPhone-iPod-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562013832362033106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTA-HDH5puI/AAAAAAAAD2M/_RWEgWTosY4/s1600/36643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTA-HDH5puI/AAAAAAAAD2M/_RWEgWTosY4/s400/36643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562013830621013730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTA-G_1YpwI/AAAAAAAAD18/QV2UsLLsmv4/s1600/l_08519303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTA-G_1YpwI/AAAAAAAAD18/QV2UsLLsmv4/s400/l_08519303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562013829738047234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTA-G1Q4zuI/AAAAAAAAD2E/DeYOkhCM8cc/s1600/33164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTA-G1Q4zuI/AAAAAAAAD2E/DeYOkhCM8cc/s400/33164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562013826900610786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTA-GmLTOII/AAAAAAAAD10/ShUqJCxLKXM/s1600/655228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTA-GmLTOII/AAAAAAAAD10/ShUqJCxLKXM/s400/655228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562013822850644098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice eh? The white one just looks really chic! Just so stoked! Surprisingly I decided not to make plans over the weekend as I start college next Monday! Way psyched and stuff so gotta organize the room a tad bit and rearrange my things to be ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also LMFAO will be in town next week! Ahhh! Love this month, no doubt it sucks big time that my darling is literally over a thousand miles away but it's okay, he'll be back soon enough. (: They play at MOS next Wed and I got pre-sale tickets! Woots~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTA4_K0m-eI/AAAAAAAAD1s/Ak3I8LolT68/s1600/IMG_8555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTA4_K0m-eI/AAAAAAAAD1s/Ak3I8LolT68/s400/IMG_8555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562008197690489314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right! That pretty much sums it up, life is good, I am happy; I'm thankful. :) Aite, gotta go! Ice hockey awaits! Tataaaa!&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-1643544495036850121?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1643544495036850121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=1643544495036850121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/1643544495036850121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/1643544495036850121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-hi-my-sweet-readers-d-today-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TTA-HJm_f9I/AAAAAAAAD2U/H49bxjMspVM/s72-c/Beats-by-Dr.-Dre-iBeats-in-ear-headphones-for-iPad-iPhone-iPod-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-7980238884656425349</id><published>2011-01-14T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T02:33:43.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm in a pursuit of happiness but really what is happiness? Is it owning a multi-billion dollar company or is it a nice cosy house by the side of a beautiful lake. I wonder. What does destiny have installed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-7980238884656425349?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7980238884656425349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=7980238884656425349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/7980238884656425349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/7980238884656425349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-in-pursuit-of-happiness-but-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-5771405246877565952</id><published>2011-01-12T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T17:38:45.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm happy again! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/happy/pint_of_boyd/RDJ%20MOOD/happy.gif?o=17" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/pint_of_boyd/RDJ%20MOOD/happy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just to prove my point. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are worked out, life is good, we are well. Now just the 3 week wait till I see your handsome face! :D So longgg! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-5771405246877565952?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5771405246877565952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=5771405246877565952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5771405246877565952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5771405246877565952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-happy-again-dd-that-just-to-prove-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-3231666100603560728</id><published>2011-01-11T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T00:19:15.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a cake that fails to rise, disappointment looms in my eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's topic: Disappointment and the unhappy feelings it brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TSxOlI19YWI/AAAAAAAAD1k/uICMnLeTiZQ/s1600/dark-depressing-angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TSxOlI19YWI/AAAAAAAAD1k/uICMnLeTiZQ/s400/dark-depressing-angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560906039831650658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TSxOkygYFUI/AAAAAAAAD1c/Ch4tA6uhCOQ/s1600/no_air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TSxOkygYFUI/AAAAAAAAD1c/Ch4tA6uhCOQ/s400/no_air.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560906033835545922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be desirable, perhaps I was, but am I still? Or do you take me for granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TSxOkimG76I/AAAAAAAAD1U/i0tec9RcSyA/s1600/depressing.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TSxOkimG76I/AAAAAAAAD1U/i0tec9RcSyA/s400/depressing.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560906029564620706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emoness is a mood I'm hardly in but why do you make me feel this way? It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TSxOkddsR1I/AAAAAAAAD1M/rWBGKR_75Z4/s1600/depressing_bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TSxOkddsR1I/AAAAAAAAD1M/rWBGKR_75Z4/s400/depressing_bg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560906028187141970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit alone in my room, everything caves me in. Light just looks dim, heart feels heavy, do I even mean anything to you? Your "reason" was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it, if you told me you have no phone that's fine. If you said you have no credit that's fine too. If you said your phone ran out of battery that's fucking fine as well. But giving me the lame excuse that the text didn't go through and I didn't respond so you didn't know if I was home is just unacceptable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common man, I have a BB for a reason. I'm always on the go, I like being active, I have twitter, bbm, FACEBOOK, msn, googletalk, yahoo messenger (even though I don't use it) and WhatsApp on my phone all day, everyday. Anytime, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple log in to your facebook account just to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make an effort &lt;/span&gt;to send me a msg, a wall post, whatever to tell me you're awake, you're free to Skype, how was skating? Or a 'How was your day?' Or even a simple 'I miss you, Skype? :)' is so difficult to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to force it out of you? Is it really THAT much to ask of you? A simple message to just let me know? IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TSxOkLaEZdI/AAAAAAAAD1E/y8GJBo2jVeA/s1600/depressing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TSxOkLaEZdI/AAAAAAAAD1E/y8GJBo2jVeA/s400/depressing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560906023340107218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel deserted, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;abandoned,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;forsaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and stranded out there in the cold. You may think that I'm over reacting but I certainly think the absolute opposite. Tell me then, am I deserving of this kind of treatment? Cause I beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-3231666100603560728?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3231666100603560728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=3231666100603560728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3231666100603560728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3231666100603560728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/like-cake-that-fails-so-rise.html' title='Like a cake that fails to rise, disappointment looms in my eyes.'/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TSxOlI19YWI/AAAAAAAAD1k/uICMnLeTiZQ/s72-c/dark-depressing-angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-3657992477153090569</id><published>2011-01-10T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T21:23:43.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey yo waddupppppp readers! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are y'all feeling today? :D I'm in such a good mood right now, crankin' it up with Afrojack &amp;amp; Steve Aoki - No Beef (Original Mix) on my earphones with the volume up to the max. Feel like dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywaysss! This post is probs overdued, I was browsing around the Rotiboy outlet in Sunway when I came across FHM Malaysia. My friends and I had done an interview a couple of months back so for some weird reason I just took it up to read, also perhaps Jessica Alba being on the cover could've a little bit to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went about eating my J.Co Donut as mom wanted teh Rotiboy and came across this page! *Psss..look down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TSsFhsSZHQI/AAAAAAAAD08/3tlMQixD09A/s1600/IMG_8548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TSsFhsSZHQI/AAAAAAAAD08/3tlMQixD09A/s400/IMG_8548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560544241301134594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TSsFhM5c-kI/AAAAAAAAD00/gDH8c359vqY/s1600/IMG_8544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TSsFhM5c-kI/AAAAAAAAD00/gDH8c359vqY/s400/IMG_8544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560544232875031106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadahh! My ice hockey chicas and I were in the mag! &lt;s&gt;Like finally after months.&lt;/s&gt; I was so stoked I just like stared at the page for a bit and was like ZOMG IT'S FINALLY OUT! Pretty damn happy I was, grinning to myself whilst my mom looked at me one kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the mag, flipped it over and watched as her eyes widened. I suppose you could guess she too was shocked but happy nonetheless. Anyways, from the left we've got Azuma! She's been playing ice hockey for like years now, then that little person in orange is me and next to me is Iva who started about a half year before I did! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to her are the writers from FHM who played against us, they were cool guys I would say. Kinda cheeky some. Haha. So yeah. Guess it's about time this came up since it was in the December 2010 issue and it's already like January 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay just wanted to show y'all! :D Tataa for now! Going to skate tomorrow morning! Gotta sleep early! Ciao. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-3657992477153090569?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3657992477153090569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=3657992477153090569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3657992477153090569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3657992477153090569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/hey-yo-waddupppppp-readers-d-how-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TSsFhsSZHQI/AAAAAAAAD08/3tlMQixD09A/s72-c/IMG_8548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-2343378169945825963</id><published>2011-01-08T12:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:54:49.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; guess at one point in time in life you wonder to take the plunge and  leap or to just stay in your comfort zone knowing nothing can harm you  if that's the choice you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan my days, weeks, months and  years so far ahead all the time. People say I'm crazy because I should  take the day as it goes by but somehow I don't see that as something I  would like to do. I mean if you don't plan how ever will you achieve  anything great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you have the time to map out  possibilities, look into prospects and so on so forth? I just don't get  it. I want out. I want to get out of this country. Don't think there is  much for me here. In terms of growing, in terms of education, in terms  of exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly. I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-2343378169945825963?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2343378169945825963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=2343378169945825963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/2343378169945825963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/2343378169945825963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-guess-at-one-point-in-time-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-3958392645278680812</id><published>2011-01-06T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T00:14:34.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>S&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o just got home from dinner with Juf at Italiannies Gardens and ohmygod we didn't eat much but we felt so full! Disappointed with my tummy. Grr..It usually takes in much more but this time it just died on me. *SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoosssss, ugh the rain has succeeded in annoying the heck outta me even though I absolutely love it. :( It disrupted my plans and now I didn't get to watch BOTH Big Bang Theory AND Vampire Diaries (I was actually looking forward to it). Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner mega late too, was starving then tummy went all small. It's as if it shrunk. Ngeh. So yeah, went to mamak for some Roti Milo and then back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to skate tomorrow! Yippie then to Mike's Farewell party at night. Oh how I'm going to miss that boy! :( He's was such a nice friend, especially when I was younger! Oh wells, I'm done for the day. Peace &amp;amp; Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-3958392645278680812?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3958392645278680812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=3958392645278680812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3958392645278680812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3958392645278680812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/s-o-just-got-home-from-dinner-with-juf.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-6518847786138040695</id><published>2011-01-05T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:47:14.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to go to a country, one that's called New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see all the bright lights, the hectic subways, the people in their business suits and the celebrities. I wish to see the world, travel as much as I can, go to every mountain peek, ocean deep seabed and just explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my dreams to come true and I've come to realize only I can do it because no one else can step into my shoes and achieve these things. Best I get started! Peace &amp;amp; Love. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-6518847786138040695?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6518847786138040695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=6518847786138040695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/6518847786138040695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/6518847786138040695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-place.html' title='A New Place.'/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-8811643429920061044</id><published>2011-01-03T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:53:23.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You've inspired me to want to be the best, the greatest I can be. I know I can be. Clock is ticking and I should've started ages ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-8811643429920061044?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8811643429920061044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=8811643429920061044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8811643429920061044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8811643429920061044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/youve-inspired-me-to-want-to-be-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-8496496246366305193</id><published>2011-01-02T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:19:13.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hello my dearies, first off HAPPY NEW YEAR! How did you spend your new years eve? Was it with family, a bunch of close friends or just spent partying the night away and meeting new people already? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Funny thing, I went to Penang with a my close friend and some others, had a smashing time and that time away from everyone else whom I'm usually with over this period of time was actually really different; good different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I was with great company, thinking about my future as to how I want this year to be like even though things always get detoured and hardly follow according to plan. I think it already made me stronger, I've survived the past day 2 of 2011 so that's gotta count for something hey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Just got home from the long journey back and looked up some unis in New York, USA. I think I wanna apply there, at first I thought of Singapore because it's still rather close to home but then I thought, I want the cultural shock kind of exposure. I want an experience and an education that I can't obtain here or anywhere that's just so..Asian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Before I knew it, New York popped to mind so this years resolution shall be to get that scholarship to go to New York next year, grow as a person both mentally and spiritually and perhaps with some luck, sleep earlier in hopes of shooting up some 2 inches? :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Haha I know, big dreams for just a year but I know I can do it and I want to challenge myself. Maybe you should to. We're all destined for something great. (: Peace out with much love. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-8496496246366305193?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8496496246366305193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=8496496246366305193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8496496246366305193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8496496246366305193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-my-dearies-first-off-happy-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-4790081736062049575</id><published>2010-12-31T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:09:53.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You left me in the dark, I had to find out for myself if you got there safely. I had fun today but you kept entering my mind, in and out, in and out. Always wondering if you're okay, having fun or something. I ask of ONE simple request, just text me when you arrive, can you not complete that easy task? Just ONE fucking text message! That's all! How hard can that be!? Your actions sometimes make me question my importance to you. Please, enlighten me for I am left in the dark. Perhaps I really am ending 2010 with a shitty *bang*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-4790081736062049575?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4790081736062049575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=4790081736062049575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4790081736062049575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4790081736062049575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-left-me-in-dark-i-had-to-find-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-5719556906968119852</id><published>2010-12-31T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T03:11:20.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come to think of it, it kinda felt and seemed like I was going to miss you way more than you would miss me.. Reassurance? Please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-5719556906968119852?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5719556906968119852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=5719556906968119852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5719556906968119852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5719556906968119852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/come-to-think-of-it-it-kinda-felt-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-5693403128785642206</id><published>2010-12-31T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:54:46.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohmygoshhhh! It's been 2 hours and I'm still not done with packing for a simple 3 days and 2 nights getaway for New Years Eve! Talk about insane, this is it! :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-5693403128785642206?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5693403128785642206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=5693403128785642206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5693403128785642206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5693403128785642206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/ohmygoshhhh-its-been-2-hours-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-884226913416079378</id><published>2010-12-31T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:32:39.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today marks the final day of 2010. In less than 24 hours the new year will be upon us, we will grow a year older, preferably a year wiser, for some a little bit thinner and for others a year of more giving and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be one of my last post for the year so I guess I should make it a good one. Already missing my dear *sigh*, have to be strong. Show myself that I can live with or without someone by my side everyday to bring me joy and fun. Conquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Peace to you readers out there! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-884226913416079378?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/884226913416079378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=884226913416079378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/884226913416079378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/884226913416079378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/today-marks-final-day-of-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-648303937945449777</id><published>2010-12-30T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T23:15:33.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These 30 days away thing are going to make me stronger. Being too attached is just not a good sign; especially if it makes you &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; more vulnerable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-648303937945449777?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/648303937945449777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=648303937945449777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/648303937945449777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/648303937945449777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-30-days-away-thing-is-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-4329822014759062364</id><published>2010-12-30T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T02:30:24.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Distance makes the heart grow fonder. :) Off to bed! x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-4329822014759062364?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4329822014759062364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=4329822014759062364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4329822014759062364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4329822014759062364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/distance-makes-heart-grow-fonder_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-2459680100959375368</id><published>2010-12-30T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T00:56:16.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was a great day. :) A really really great day. Not a great day because something spectacular happened but just great because of it's simplicity. Had a reallllyyyy yummy lunch, click &lt;a href="http://yfrog.com/h0z0uajj"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to view picture; then watched She's Out of My league; went over to my darlings place, chilled out, watched his brother play the xbox. Relax, talked, laughed, had dinner, played with their cat, watched Fringe with my boo, went to SS15 for some delish dessert at Snowflake. They have this new one out and it totally topped their initial bestseller. Came home, watched Skyline with my baby and now just here, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think..perhaps God does work in mysterious ways. I should thank Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-2459680100959375368?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2459680100959375368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=2459680100959375368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/2459680100959375368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/2459680100959375368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/today-was-great-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-4068338388257450637</id><published>2010-12-29T12:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T12:24:10.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good morning darlings. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today shall be a happy day filled with lots of love, joy and fun! (: Woke up really early today to my mother knocking on my door telling me that she's making a whole roasted chicken for lunch. I couldn't sleep anymore after I heard of such news and so here I am, blogging. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope today will be a great one hey? :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-4068338388257450637?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4068338388257450637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=4068338388257450637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4068338388257450637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4068338388257450637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-morning-darlings.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-8808750815557159929</id><published>2010-12-29T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:00:41.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've given up chasing after rainbows that don't exist. Happiness that has to be forcefully obtained. And approval to "fit in". I am finally starting to release myself from all the agony of over thinking and hope that one day I will be made. Hopefully on that One day, I'll see that only through perseverance and hard work, some occasional solitude will I "fit in". Till then, I shouldn't remorse. I like this version better, where I can just speak my mind whenever wherever I want. Fits the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with all those years we've spent together, so called "growing", I frown upon the idea with bags packed and heart ready to jump into the unknown. After all, a friend once told me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Friends are seasonal.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-8808750815557159929?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8808750815557159929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=8808750815557159929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8808750815557159929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8808750815557159929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-given-up-chasing-after-rainbows.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-4820544437854286883</id><published>2010-12-28T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T00:08:15.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was this close to letting him see how vulnerable I really am but then I stopped him at the very last 2~3 seconds because I was afraid. Later I reread what I had wrote and thought&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I think it would be okay if he read it..okay for him to know how much he means to me and how much it would affect me whilst he was away.&lt;/span&gt; I asked him, pressured him, read it. Please. He said no. I asked again, practically pleading this time, Read It. Again, he said no. I was left in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-4820544437854286883?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4820544437854286883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=4820544437854286883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4820544437854286883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4820544437854286883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-was-this-close-to-letting-him-see-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-5548536105040647777</id><published>2010-12-28T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T17:53:20.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate hormones. They make me overly emotional and I end up crying over the slightest thing. It's like sheeshh, get a grip woman, GET A GRIP! It irritates me so. &gt;:( Knowing that you'll be away on holiday for a month brings me joy knowing you'll have the time of your life but yet it makes me sad knowing you're so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much is going to happen over the one month, simply because it is another chapter just urging to open but how will the chapter play out it's character without one of it's key one by it's side I hate the thought of missing you so much. It makes me feel weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there's New Years that we'll be missing together. So much for the idea of Penang. Then there's 2 weeks of pure nothingness that we could've spent just lazing about watching movies or cooking. To orientation which I probably would have loads of fun telling you about if you weren't going to be so God damn far away. To the beginning of my classes and other interesting things I would find out about my soon-to-be classmates of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be selfish. Perhaps that IS too much to ask for. I crumble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-5548536105040647777?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5548536105040647777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=5548536105040647777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5548536105040647777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5548536105040647777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/knowing-that-youll-be-away-on-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-4869340097491194732</id><published>2010-12-28T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:24:15.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder, how well fitted I am into the universe and then I start to think, actually, I'm not. I feel like an outsider, will going on this trip strengthen me or break me? Will I have fun or will I feel like an outcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things stir me, I ponder and ponder but never come to a conclusion. Just like a path in a jungle, curvy and never ending. I'll never know till I've made my mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-4869340097491194732?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4869340097491194732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=4869340097491194732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4869340097491194732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4869340097491194732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-i-wonder-how-well-fitted-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-5476999763257438084</id><published>2010-12-27T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T23:05:12.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New year, new look. I guess what's funny is that while it hasn't been long since I changed my blog outlook I want to change it again. This time it's going plain, simple, free, easy and just down right true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier I tried to bake a dark chocolate brownie, I succeeded with help form my mother no less but I realized that life is just passing me by. It's really weird. Just perhaps a month ago I was thinking to myself I'm still young, have so much time and then it hit me that I should show more love towards my aging parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow up every year, I only speak of how much I wish to achieve, how much I can achieve but I've never really took the step to actually beginning to achieve my dreams. I guess..that time is now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-5476999763257438084?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5476999763257438084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=5476999763257438084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5476999763257438084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5476999763257438084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-year-new-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-6446691324006456466</id><published>2010-12-20T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:25:13.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maybe I just need to go away, have time alone. Go to a place where no one knows me and make new friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Perhaps that's all I need right now. Things aren't going according to how I like, I don't feel at peace. Someone save me? Please? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There's this uneasy feeling trembling inside my heart. I can't identify what it is but I suspect loads of things are contributing to this unpleasant feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've tried talking it out, I've tried speaking my mind but none have worked and this peculiar feeling just keeps coming back. I don't like it, I wish to drown myself in music. In the comfort of my room, with my things and my personal space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Shine your light at me. I need some direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-6446691324006456466?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6446691324006456466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=6446691324006456466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/6446691324006456466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/6446691324006456466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/maybe-i-just-need-to-go-away-have-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-7758378348193893704</id><published>2010-12-17T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T23:35:37.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Some claim that I've fallen too far, some even say beyond return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I however beg to differ, I have flown in that direction not because I've been cornered and have no where else to go but instead because I am allowing the wind to take me. I am allowing myself space to grow, teenage years to make mistakes and to live life the way I wish to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I believe in myself..maybe don't always make the best choices or the smartest ones for that matter; I do however learn from the mistakes, get up and try again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Supposedly life's detours were actually ways to tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Hey guess what, this is an option as well. &lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Always smile cause you should never lose that, it's the easiest thing one could possibly do. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-7758378348193893704?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7758378348193893704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=7758378348193893704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/7758378348193893704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/7758378348193893704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/some-claim-that-ive-fallen-too-far-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-202322413762724979</id><published>2010-12-17T17:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T17:02:07.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When you look back at your life are you satisfied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Do you feel a sense of accomplishment or do you feel useless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Are you where you want to be or did time pass you by too quickly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Have these questions ever bombarded your mind before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ever feel tempted to just live life and forgo all responsibilities?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Lately I've been second guessing myself numerous times, it drives me nuts knowing that it's late but I can't fall asleep. My mind races through all the fears and uncertainties always haunted that life might take a turn and I meet with an accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When will I know? Secure me. Please. What you would give to know what goes on in my twisted mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-202322413762724979?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/202322413762724979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=202322413762724979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/202322413762724979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/202322413762724979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-you-look-back-at-your-life-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-8412484273198822371</id><published>2010-12-17T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T00:36:16.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You drive me all sorts of crazy. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Somewhere throughout all those late nights, the long phone calls, the short ones, the movies, the dinners, the dinner with your family, the times we hung out, the time we went on dates, the little disagreements, the talks and the experiences; I fell in love with a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;That man being You. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The more I discover about you, the more we learn about each other and the more time we spend, my love for you only grows fonder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-8412484273198822371?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8412484273198822371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=8412484273198822371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8412484273198822371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8412484273198822371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-drive-me-all-sorts-of-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-4901575496240690527</id><published>2010-12-10T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T17:49:15.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Freedom of Speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;With the current controversy about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.wikileaks.ch/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wikileaks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;all over the web, I want to share my opinion. I do not care if this does not interest you but I believe that it's worth a listen or rather a read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Freedom of speech shouldn't only be allowed if it doesn't cause distress. It should be permitted even if what's being said steps on some toes. The truth is always worth being heard, no matter how bloody it may be, the truth is undeniable always the best option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;To some, a lie is nothing big. To me, no matter how small, even a white lie is unacceptable. Sure everyone has lied before in their life, some do it for personal gain, others perhaps to protect others but in something as sensitive as government documents, I truly believe that it should be exposed; just as what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.wikileaks.ch/"&gt; &lt;u&gt;Wikileaks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;has done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Many will be displeased with what's being said and the truth being out but if they really thought lives would be jeopardized, they shouldn't even be sending their troops into environments where they couldn't find a better solution before risking more lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am a very outspoken person and because of that I believe in the cause and am determined to help&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.wikileaks.ch/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wikileaks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;. I agree that they shouldn't be shut down because as of now, they are the only ones telling the truth. Stating it down on the web where it can never be erased. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Join their cause and sign this petition, don't hesitate. If you think that you'd rather hear/read truth than lies, sign it. -&gt; @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="  twitter-atreply" name="Avaaz" href="http://twitter.com/Avaaz" rel="nofollow"&gt;Avaaz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;" title="http://www.avaaz.org/en/wikileaks_petition/?twitterspreadC" url="http://www.avaaz.org/en/wikileaks_petition/?twitterspreadC" href="http://www.avaaz.org/en/wikileaks_petition/?twitterspreadC" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" class="twitter-timeline-link"&gt;http://avaaz.org/wkl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-4901575496240690527?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4901575496240690527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=4901575496240690527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4901575496240690527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4901575496240690527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/freedom-of-speech-with-current.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-2095139141350638851</id><published>2010-12-09T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T00:19:40.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cold Silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ever felt like you're so alone? Almost as if you were in a dark alley where all noise be it traffic, someone blasting music out of their iPod speakers or someone getting mugged just seemed so far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Where all of it sounded like background music whilst each puddle you stepped in made a huge splash? As if no one could hear you but you could hear every single movement you made sound overly amplified? As if a mosquito were to buzz right past you and you could hear its wings flap at an extreme slow motion speed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;I feel just that way now. In a place that's dark, cold, wet with water droplets dripping in a perfect rhythm beating along a tin lid that had fallen of a trash can. I wonder why sometimes I am so fickled. It drives me up the wall not knowing what's holding me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;It's as if I were in a movie which depicted me reenacting all the scenes from my life. From my infancy to my teenage years, to my confusion and my enlightenment. It scares me knowing that deep inside there's a little tug. That tug not being a good thing because it means uncertainty. Life is putting me in a bottle and whilst I thrust violently and get hurt in the process to get out, no one sees me, no hears my screams, no one comes to rescue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm left enclosed. The bottle is thrown into the sea. Enduring so many crashes and tidal waves. Unable to steer only to hope what faith has installed for me will genuinely help me succeed in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-2095139141350638851?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2095139141350638851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=2095139141350638851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/2095139141350638851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/2095139141350638851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/cold-silence-ever-felt-like-youre-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-8870330808391202397</id><published>2010-12-06T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T01:28:02.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I stood on the sand, watching the sunset whilst taking in the ocean breeze. The beach was quiet, all that would be heard were the rush of the ocean waves. All that could be seen were the beautiful spectrum of colors the sunset brought, birds flying high in the sky, a display to pure perfection. It appeared as if nothing and no one had came to disrupt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There he stood, just a little to the far left. He too was embracing the sunset, as I was, till he turned and started walking..towards me. I saw his face, so handsome, genuine kindness just emitted from his eyes as he stood face to face with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Every feature on his face was absorbed into my mind. From those stunning brown eyes, that cute short hair, to his sexy smile, I couldn't resist. I held up my hand only to caress his soft skin, slowly pulling him into a long sweet kiss. Memories came pouring in, memories of when we first met, memories of our little dances, skating together hand in hand, every imperfect was perfection in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The smallest of details couldn't escape me, he lifted me up giving me a piggyback ride along the beach. As the sun set, he placed me down on the beach and lay next to me. As time went by, the sky darkened and out came the stars that shined so bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We glanced at each constellation, knowing that each had a different story to tell. We speculated for a while what their eyes have seen. Over the years, a millennium even so many people, births, deaths, the living, the dead (spirits), the children, the fights and lastly the loving memories shared on that beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In all of that time, many things had went through my mind. Thoughts, possibilities, futures, love but never doubts. I came to feel deep in my heart and soul that the man I was with had created too many meaningful experiences with me as we grew together as one as well as individuals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He was the one whom I saw could be someone I would give everything for. He was my knight in shining armor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-8870330808391202397?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8870330808391202397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=8870330808391202397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8870330808391202397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8870330808391202397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/perfection-i-stood-on-sand-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-1277827154732026784</id><published>2010-11-23T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:22:58.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-pQBDE5Gbg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-pQBDE5Gbg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Is being a vocal person benefiting me or causing me too much trouble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Hey there readers I am terribly sorry for the 3 week absence. Been working and the working hours have simply fucked up my biological clock, I'm sleeping when I should be awake, working when I should be sleeping. Playing hockey when I'm tired but still pushing it because it's something I have passion for. So..where shall I start. Ah yes, back to today's blog post title, I would like to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FREELY&lt;/span&gt; express my point of views to you people my darling readers who actually believe in what I have to say or maybe just to kill time, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Perhaps this will help you understand better what you, who may be facing the same situation as I have today, feel heard or perhaps this post might help those of you who haven't just got to where I am today, my first ever working job at the age of 16. Fresh out of high school, Definitely not a dumb person who isn't able to comprehend but rather, someone who is expressive and isn't willing to forgo this particular trait. Apparently some people think that I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;'over expressive/too vocal'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Let's clear the air shall we. And we begin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;There are 2 sides to every story. The one from the belittled, and the one from the communist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I however am stuck in the 'belittled' position, for now. What I fail to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;(possibly because I am adamant to following my values or maybe it's just me),&lt;/span&gt; is that I for one clearly am not able to express how I feel in situations when superiors dictate everything. Maybe in the middle ages I would be stone to death for being a girl and for speaking so freely but I for one believe in free speech even if we don't have such luxuries here in this country. It might sting to hear criticism and You may think that all I do is talk talk talk but perhaps instead of Always siding with One side, you should maybe start trying to listen to both parties before you&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LASH OUT&lt;/span&gt; at others in a vain attempt to make them feel small. Ring a bell? God how I wish you could read this, what a stab to the heart it would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;My question now is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Is it that just because we are not at Their level that we should immediately listen to their instructions? If I'm not mistaken, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;RESPECT&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EARNED&lt;/span&gt; and isn't just simply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;GIVEN&lt;/span&gt; or even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;DEMANDED.&lt;/span&gt; How can you expect us to adhere to Her if you aren't there to see with your own eyes as to what and how She delegates task for us to do? How can You simply judge and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BELITTLE&lt;/span&gt; me when you've only heard from Her take and not mine or the rest of which I choose to represent, be it even if they rather stay quiet and not speak up for themselves. I really do not see logic on your behalf..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Policies and policies, yes rules and rules, we may bend them but not break them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;, have you not thought that I wouldn't have learnt that in high school where following instructions is in fact part of learning and growing into becoming a leader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Now when you look at it from your take,..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;What do you see? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Is all you see a petty 16 year old, not knowing what the real world is like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Is all you see a naive young woman standing before you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Is all you see just someone who is apparently 'spreading gossip'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Is all you see what's on the surface and not what's causing this person to feel so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;For every effect there is a cause behind it, have you bothered to Clearly dig deep enough to see the root of the problem or are you merely siding with one who is 'higher' because I/we are easy to eliminate if necessary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Maybe &lt;u&gt;Some people&lt;/u&gt; just say 'Whatever, I don't care.' or 'It doesn't matter, it's just for now till I find something better.' but for me, I stand for what I want. I stand for my opinions. I take a stand for what I feel is rightfully mine. I do all of the above because I refuse to be the same as everyone else, I refuse to become just another follower. I want to make changes, I hear negativity and once my mind goes through what I think should be changed, I step forward and try to make it happen. Do I look like I'm the kind of person who will sit by the sidewalk and just watch as you bully? Fuck no. How mistaken (of me) can you possibly be? Gosh. You'd think that through my character you'd be able to at least get Something right about me. How immature do you really think I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;There is a humongous difference between gossiping and and honest intellectual voice of opinion. When we talk it is not because we are spreading rumors, when we discuss we are sharing our point of view. How else did you expect us to become such a family? Heck I'm new and even I know the people whom I can put my full trust in and those of which will pull me down. Stab me in the back just to get ahead to give the worst and most dishonest speech I've ever heard in my life. Accusations are disgusting, just in case that thought didn't cross you mind, I'm putting it in your head just for You. I'm sure you wouldn't like to be so outwardly accused yes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Special insert - inside joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Open *with hand gesture* your eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Open *with hand gesture* your ears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Open *with hand gesture* your mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Close your mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Now look at the biggest picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;What do you see now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Sometimes I wonder how disillusioned you are. 'They' say that you've been in this line of work for a very long time but really, by doing so I'd have expected something more. Fine, as a superior I am within your jurisdiction to be scolded, to be treated in this 'manner'. You say you do this for our own good but really are you just doing it to prove that you are on that pedestal and have that authority to just command as you wish. Believe me I've been in this road before, it wasn't too long ago either. Others felt the same, I took it upon myself to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EXPRESS&lt;/span&gt; outwardly and truthfully how I felt about that person and because of that I got into trouble. You see, how can one live in a world where opinions matter but only the ones 'Others' wish to hear can be said whilst others just left in the dust to be swept away? If you want to move forward you have to hear the good, the bad, the pretty, the ugly; you have to hear everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;You can twist your words around when questioned, you don't listen when 'we' speak out but instead you just cut us off because what? Your afraid to lose the momentum you've gain from shouting at me? How low do you want to sink? Even I wouldn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;condescend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; to such a level but you apparently think that it is necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;To the subject of HER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;What I do not understand is how stupid You really are. Fine you want to prove you're good, no rephrase, you want to prove that You Are Better Than The Rest of Us. That You can single &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;handed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;-ly do a much Greater job than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; bunch. You out of all people is 'The Best'. Well here's a reality check bitch, you aren't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;This is what I see in You. No not you my dear reader(s), but a more complicated and conniving little female dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;A) You are insecure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;B) You realize that we aren't like your previous 'puppies'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;C) You see that we are bonded, unlike yourself and your previous family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;D) You think that just because we are temporary, you have the right to boss us around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;E) You want to seem big but only come off as being cocky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;F) You try way too hard to impress BUT only when your superior is around &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;(partially true, been doing better since the whole drama went down, shall give You credit for that at least [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Yes, I am fair and will give credit when it's due]).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;G) You place yourself above us but really, you can't expect us to take things you say the wrong way without us getting to know you whilst your strut around giving us attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;H) You can't be trusted, this I know as a fact. At first I was skeptical because it didn't come from me but now that I have used my own senses, I know the difference between what is poison and what is wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I) You underestimate the degree of harm and havoc I can cause. It could be because you think I'm still young, most definitely less experienced than you are. This part is true however, I sincerely believe that I can go further than You. Reason being, I actually learn from my mistakes, I may repeat them twice or at times thrice but one thing I know is that once it's in my head it becomes My advantage, over You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Sigh. Situations like these are what fucks up my days. They say every experience, every heartbreak, every first love, every love, every frustration, every tingle of passion and every bit of patience is what life is all about. The imperfection. Then again, I know it's already asking much to be asking for a little bit more but God please strike lightning on those who are in deep need of it. I sometimes think that I am being unreasonable, that I am being stupid. Stubborn. Useless. Sick. But what's the point of feeling this way? In the famous words of Barney from the How I Met Your Mother series, 'When I get sick I stop being sick and start being awesome.'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;It's so ironic how when I put on my earphones to escape the world, I find myself only going deeper into thought because music and it's lyrics are what describes my feeling exactly. Sometimes I wonder how perfect they can fit into my little missing holes then I realize, even superstars like Hayley Williams from Paramore go through what I'm going through today. Most definitely in a different light and setting but emotions are emotions, human beings are alike in that aspect of creation. How else could they have written and sung a song that's so spot on, so dead right, one that pierces me straight in the heart and leaves me with a tear streaming down my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I admit, I can be very vocal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I admit, I can be highly impulsive &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;(it even says so in my horoscope! Not that I believe in stuff like that...much.:P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I admit, when I'm frustrated and angry I tend to disconnect with reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I admit, I have flaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I admit, I am imperfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I admit, I am stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I admit, I'm not the smartest person in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I however also admit, I am Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I am original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I am true to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I am unique in my own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I am confident because I know I can make it on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;As stated in the lyrics of Simple Plan up in the video above, I'm not Gonna let Them control me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kim (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-1277827154732026784?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1277827154732026784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=1277827154732026784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/1277827154732026784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/1277827154732026784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-being-vocal-person-benefiting-me-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-5933583327292131021</id><published>2010-11-04T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:27:07.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;So I realized something. Maybe it was an epiphany who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I realized that it was me all a long. The insecurities, the uncertainties, all the little things that I placed blame on others for, they were all just fragments of me being afraid to come as one, to pull together and to see the stronger person that I have become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It was so strange, just the other day I was still on the fence, my mind was still everywhere instead of just at one place. It shifted from maybe to no and then yes then back to maybe, it was highly indecisive. Then I got a call, a call from a friend that somehow managed to turn it all around without even knowing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;We talked for a little over an hour, we've been close friends for a very long time. Years. After talking and seeing the view that was presented other than my own, I woke up the next morning feeling extremely at peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I came to realize that I was just running away from what is perfection, for me. I was afraid to jump into what I was already in. I wanted to bail. I was scared. Then it hit me, there was nothing to be afraid off, I could withstand it. I was tough, I was strong, I had more strength than I thought. It was then that I decided to take the plunge, to jump into the unknown because I knew, that safety net will be there to catch me. And that I can put my trust in him. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kim (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-5933583327292131021?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5933583327292131021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=5933583327292131021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5933583327292131021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5933583327292131021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-i-realized-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-7214581067542774400</id><published>2010-11-02T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T04:22:08.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ello there it's been a while! Somehow I haven't had the mood to blog as much as I did previously and also for some strange reason I find that my thoughts are becoming more fragmented. It's as if something or someone is invading my mind and causing me to think about so much but before I can blog about it my attention seems to have deviated to something else, something new. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;To start off, today my co-workers and I worked till almost 3am sorting out the shit that _______ left for us. Apparently it's too difficult to do start something and finish it up so whatever, their loss in life. It was pretty fun working with my co-workers today, we all did as were assigned yet it wasn't all strict and crazy, instead it was more free and easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We multitasked by using our hands to do whatever we were meant to do and still communicated with talking. In the end I would say it was job well done, time well spent and company worth keeping. I suppose now that its been exactly a month since I started working, I do view life in a different light. I understand better that it is harder than I had expected in the sense that money does not come easy and I've taken certain things for granted in the past, perhaps still do but hey I'm learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yet saying so, I've also come to realize that I can obtain better in life. Knowing that if I were to manage my money well with discipline, I can achieve more than what I have now. I can get more, do more and just in every aspect become better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm looking forward to that, though after I start college next year things will change, I'm glad that I got this job and am doing well in it. I don't quite like the fact that I can't always come up with a complete thought. It seems as if I'd think of something and before I get to finish typing out the sentence my mind strays into another topic and I'm left dumbfounded with what I had managed to type and whatever that was left that didn't make it into the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Rights well I guess that pretty much sums my life up for now. Everything in little bits and pieces. I am off to hit the showers. Nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kim (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-7214581067542774400?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7214581067542774400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=7214581067542774400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/7214581067542774400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/7214581067542774400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/11/ello-there-its-been-while-somehow-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-5527172421558646031</id><published>2010-10-28T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T15:29:35.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Lost in Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;There was a girl, she was a teenager once..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Whilst she sat in that rocking chair her mind was filled with memories...old old memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Memories that she couldn't forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Those of which were meant to tell a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Here is the story she has to tell..perhaps one before she passes on into a different world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It was a bright and sunny afternoon, she stood directly under the clear blue sky, closed her eyes and just allowed her senses to take over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;At first she felt a cooling breeze brushing ever so softly on her sweet face, she sniffed the air and smelled the fragrance that of pine trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She was certain it was her imagination but when she opened her eyes, her vision became real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;There she began to walk, through a valley where luscious greenery's blossomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She enjoyed and appreciated the scenery only to come to a halt, taking in one last glance at her surroundings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sheclosed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; her eyes, stretched her head back and back to reality she returned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She knew this would happen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; it always did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Her world was what beckoned, she knew that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Her bubble was her only escape and there she dare not return to her previous state of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Elysium&lt;/span&gt; in fear that it would vanish as it was that fragile a structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;As she walked along the beach, she could taste the ocean with the tip of her tongue, a zesty taste, something had changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She began to weep, the beach had brought back loving and heartbreaking memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You see, she too was once in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It was during the Summer of '01 where she had been right here, walking alone, a young and innocent teenager barely the age of 16 when a young boy had touched her heart and made her fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She wasn't the high school cheerleader, or the popular ones as some would stereotype.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She wasn't the smartest nor the most athletic however, she was herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Smart in a street manner, wasn't too worried about her education knowing she'd always do fine as long as she paid attention in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She was one of the several individuals who were cool on her own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She didn't need those short mini skirts to grab attention, she didn't need nerdy glasses, all she required was her personality and her wit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Her charm and her inner beauty for she, she had a beauty of her own. Yes, even on the exterior. Some would say she wasn't pretty, others said she wasn't pretty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;enough&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She however, she didn't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What mattered to her was personal happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It was due to all of this imperfections that the young boy began to fall in love with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He had seen her imperfections as her perfections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Always supported her in anything and everything she did, gave her life, thought her new things and experienced encounters together, with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;They grew as one and were just so very in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;They couldn't bear to be apart, spent every waking hour with each other yet they never got tired of one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It was amazing, their love, so strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The foundation ever solid, so unbreakable, things were perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;In her eyes, they were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It wasn't until one day the young boy met with a car accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Once news had reached her ears, her heart shattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Fearing the worst, hoping for the best she went to visit him at the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;There he laid in the hospital bed on life support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Her world came tumbling down, crushing what life he had gave her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Bit by bit it began to seep out, she hadn't slept in days, every night she would diligently stay by his side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hoping, praying, wishing that he would just wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What turned from days became weeks, weeks transformed into months and in a blink of an eye, 6 months had passed and he still hadn't woken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She felt drained, her energy level never surpassed 10% when she wouldn't sleep always just waiting for him to open up those beautiful brown eyes of his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;All she wanted was to see those gorgeous pair of eyes staring back at her lovingly once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;All she wanted was that little glimmer of hope to stay with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Two days later, his heart stopped beating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The doctors, nurses, surgeons did all they could but he couldn't be saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When he left her, she was empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She felt nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She went numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;All feeling lost, emotions pouring out as if she had a physical wound that flowed blood endlessly. She just stood there as the world went by, it went on with daily life whilst she just remained invisible in all the commotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It was then that she crumbled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Her knees buckled beneath her, her body weak and malnourished from all the late nights she had spent talking to him whilst he lay motionless on his bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;All her effort and hope was gone, turned to ash and dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nothing was left but heartbreak and pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She asked God: "Why did you take him away from me? Why have him leave me? I need him.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Her pleas remained what they were, she never got an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The hurt she felt was so intense it consumed her both mentality and physically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The next pass few years went by with her being indecisive, depressed, locked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She never opened up her heart to anyone after, never wanting to feel such an anguish sensation throughout her body ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She chose never to love or be loved again, only to die alone with the sweet memories of her first and only one true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She perished in her own sorrow bit by bit losing what was left of herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Her memories, those rush of waves, the scent of the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Her little bubble that had been perfectly crafted, burst, and she was left with nothing, with no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;There she lay in her death bed with only one thought in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She longed to see her love once again as her spirit left her flesh and up into the open gates of heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hoping that one day, she'll be able to restore the balance and perfection she had obtained. Perhaps they'll live again in another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Perhaps not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The story goes on with her journey, one that won't be documented till it's been created for perhaps it was just never meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-5527172421558646031?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5527172421558646031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=5527172421558646031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5527172421558646031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5527172421558646031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/lost-in-time-there-was-girl-she-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-4215896160328073382</id><published>2010-10-28T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T06:49:10.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Good morning everyone. I am blogging at 6:44AM, been awake since 12pm and have been going absolutely nuts over my SAT results. Why might you ask? Well let's see, for one, it's compulsory to score high to be accepted to the college/uni that I want to enter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I really have to do well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The pressure is ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;SCORES WERE SUPPOSE TO BE OUT TODAY! It's 6 hours and 45 minutes into today and scores aren't out yet. I think it's safe to say, I'm losing it. Yes, I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Yup okay that's all I've gotta update for now. Just needed to cool off for a bit. Yay! Okay back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;REFRESH *enters password* REFRESH *enters password* REFRESH *enters password*....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TMirNkPPJBI/AAAAAAAAD0o/7U4nU-gigGo/s1600/SAT_page.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TMirNkPPJBI/AAAAAAAAD0o/7U4nU-gigGo/s400/SAT_page.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532860391778886674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Feeling really lifeless right now.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-4215896160328073382?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4215896160328073382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=4215896160328073382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4215896160328073382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/4215896160328073382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-morning-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TMirNkPPJBI/AAAAAAAAD0o/7U4nU-gigGo/s72-c/SAT_page.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-8951485853433276370</id><published>2010-10-26T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T14:43:14.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Blackberry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Torch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;9800&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to be the first to own the Blackberry Torch 9800? Well you've come to the right place because I'm here to tempt you with what I love about this one of a kind smartphone and to share with you the best deal&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I found&lt;/span&gt; in town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I love about the Blackberry Torch 9800? First off it is unique.  It was a dream come true when I found out that Blackberry released their latest member of the smartphone family with a full 3.2” HVGA+  touch screen (480x360) together with it's QWERTY keyboard and an optical trackpad. Not only that but it is the  first of its generation, is supported by All 3G networks and has already received amazing reviews, What more could  I possibly long for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, its slick look attracted me, its slightly heavier than normal physique had made it feel whole and not just like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;any other smartphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  The shape of the Blackberry Torch is more refined, clearer, looks just  absolutely perfect and when held in my palms felt so right. Its sheer brilliance everything about it felt  sensitive to touch but not too fragile, extremely beautiful devise it  was. What made me fall in love with it is its convenience and its ability  to multitask. It has applications that are easily accessible, from  facebook, to twitter, fourquare, quickpic, all applications load faster  than any of their previous models and without any connections problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I could do business from anywhere in the world, my emails pushed to my Blackberry, from my personal to my work accounts, never was there a blunder. I could receive and open attachments without a hassle or doubt in mind. Staying contacted with my loved one was so simple and easy, no more long drives but instead I had instant messaging, mobile calls, text messaging, twitter, facebook and so much more could be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TMZm_UZ6FoI/AAAAAAAAD0g/L8lv8SRL9qA/s1600/BB_Torch_9800+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TMZm_UZ6FoI/AAAAAAAAD0g/L8lv8SRL9qA/s400/BB_Torch_9800+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532222430266398338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maximized multimedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for it's media player, immerse yourself with 8GB of memory which is expandable up to 32GB with a microSD card. Its sound quality and clarity are nothing but  top notch. It uses Windows Media &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DRM 10 for music and video. Its video  format supports: MPEG4, H.263, H.264, and WMV3. Whereas the audio  format supported files are MP3, AMR-NB, AAC-LC,AAC+, eAAC+, WMA, WMV,  Flac, and Ogg Vorbis. It also has the zoom effect just by a pinch of your fingers and enhanced music player that allows you to view full album art and track listings in portrait or landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5 MP camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I also love about the Blackberry Torch 9800 is its camera and  video recording function. It has an inbuilt 5MP camera, comes with flash, has continuous  auto-focus and image stabilization. Consequently, it has 11 photo  modes, 2X digital zoom, VGA (640x480) video recording and last but not  least geotagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TMZm_XsxGJI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/YfOArtsTKpo/s1600/BB_Torch_9800+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TMZm_XsxGJI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/YfOArtsTKpo/s400/BB_Torch_9800+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532222431150807186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Integrated social feeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through its fast connections it is able to open emails whilst one is on  facebook, it has the capability to push notifications straight to your  screen without having to open your application. Those amazing features  aside, what we like to know about is what's new with this new generation  of Blackberry Smartphone. Not only is the smartphone able to compete with the rest of phones  that are on the market today, it practically surpasses the rest of the competition. It is also able to browse through websites  at a breeze, loads faster, is efficient and is fun and easy to use. Now you can update multiple social networks such as Facebook, LinkedIn,  Buzzd and much more with a single post or gather and filter all your  social network and feeds in one view. It really is that easy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such a beautiful device, it is noticeable that a lot of passion  as well as hard work and effort was put into making the Blackberry Torch  so brilliant. Its outlook simply stunning, so simple, so classy for such  an amazing gadget. I hand held it and the way it easily accessed every  application, facebook, twitter, foursquare, ever so smoothly got me  addicted. I wouldn't put it down, only to wish to be able to hold it tight every night as if  it were to lay in bed with me. Ready to serve it's duty to wake me up on time  every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TMZm_IosGVI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/HOLQ2sHesBw/s1600/BB_Torch_9800+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TMZm_IosGVI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/HOLQ2sHesBw/s400/BB_Torch_9800+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532222427107170642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Faster, richer browsing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It runs on both Wi-Fi® and GPS and is therefore easily accessible from  anywhere in the world. Blackberry has always built their phones to be  well connected, you can surf the net or check your work emails at  anytime and at anywhere. All you need to do is open the application and  there you have it ready for you, staring back calling and begging to be  used. For fast transfers Blackberry has a Bluetooth® feature,  file transfers and music folders no longer require a cable to be  connected to your desktop or laptop, instead it can be sent  through Bluetooth. The Blackberry Torch 9800 also does multi-tasking by  managing multiple open websites with tabbed browsing as well as bookmark  all of your favorite sites with branded icons or customizable names  right from the home screen. No wonder it has made me fall head over  heels. It's elegance is beyond description, you'll only know how  it feels like once you get one for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TMZm-_jc_1I/AAAAAAAAD0I/tJPzvy8B-ZQ/s1600/BB_Torch-9800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TMZm-_jc_1I/AAAAAAAAD0I/tJPzvy8B-ZQ/s400/BB_Torch-9800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532222424669290322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I searched and searched every network provider, looking for the  best deals in town. And before I knew it I had laid my eyes upon the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Celcom  Exec 50 Plan&lt;/span&gt;, its plan so smartly panned out. Simple, fast, easy  access, and there it was. MY future. Not forgetting that Celcom is Malaysia’s No.1 Blackberry provider that has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the best&lt;/span&gt; Blackberry smartphones and plans available!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with the amazing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Celcom Exec 50 Plan&lt;/span&gt; that's being offered  by Celcom, one will be able to use the Blackberry Torch 9800 to it's  fullest potential. With this plan, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my readers will be able to obtain the  fastest, widest and clearest mobile network coverage as well as the best deal in town. At only RM50 per  month, users are able to enjoy these benefits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 15 sen call rate to any number. Nothing complicated; just a simple rate to all numbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Automatic discounts every month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Talk more, save more. The more you use, the more discounts of up to 30% every month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Low monthly commitment of only RM50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- FREE Celcom Broadband Basic Plan for 1 month with speeds of up to 384 Kbps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I  am certain that by now you're itching to get your hands on the  Blackberry Torch 9800. Celcom will be hosting an official launching for  this latest smartphone on the 29th of October 2010 where exclusive freebies  will be given out for the first 100 customers who pre-register &amp;amp;  purchase the new Blackberry Torch 9800 with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Celcom Exec Postpaid  plan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By doing so you put yourself in the  list of being the first 100 who will receive the early bird promotion  and obtain the following for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Jabra Bluetooth Headset worth RM125&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 8GB Micro SD Card worth RM68&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Energizer Portable worth RM58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for? Be the first to own it with the Celcom Exec Postpaid Plan!&lt;br /&gt;Head on to check out the Blackberry Torch with Celcom Postpaid plans @ &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://www.celcom.com.my/celcomexec/blackberry/bbtorch9800_register.php"&gt;http://www.celcom.com.my/celcomexec/blackberry/bbtorch9800.php &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-8951485853433276370?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8951485853433276370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=8951485853433276370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8951485853433276370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8951485853433276370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/want-to-be-first-to-own-blackberry.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAMhRzqOVt4/TMZm_UZ6FoI/AAAAAAAAD0g/L8lv8SRL9qA/s72-c/BB_Torch_9800+%283%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-8004233924994379457</id><published>2010-10-24T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T02:19:48.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happily Ever After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Will you have yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ever wonder what made or rather makes story books, superheroes and movies so appealing? Well here's my side of the story, most end with happy endings. Action pack, sci-fi, aliens places aside just think about the rest. Despite fights, roadblocks, detours, heartaches and heartbreaks, majority of the popular film industry ends with happy endings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Will you get yours? Will I get mine? Will we get ours?..We'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;People have this tendency to say&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; 'It's only on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;, don't believe it.' &lt;/span&gt;But honestly, some movies are simply real life happenings that make it to the big screen. True stories that have some density. Then again, lots of it is just pure unnecessary Drama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;People say that there's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soul mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; for everyone. They say that God wouldn't have created each and everyone of us without a partner just as Adam and Eve were. Is that true? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Some people think that it's all just an illusion and that when we leave this world, who cares? At times I think I'm such a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sadist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. Yet at other times I know I am the opportunist. My thoughts all come in fragments, a little from here, a little from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A little from him and a little from her. My boyf told me just the other day, there is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;'ME' &lt;/span&gt;and there is the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 'I'&lt;/span&gt;. The&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ME' &lt;/span&gt;chooses who we want to be and what we want to do but the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;'I' &lt;/span&gt;makes that choice based on what others think about you. Are you confused? I wasn't. You see, daily life teaches me something new everyday. It could be something small or perhaps something life changing however, one way or another, I still end up at a crossroad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't know why, I wish I did but it just happens time and time again. I can't seem to make up my mind and I've made this mistake once before, I don't wish to repeat it yet for some strange reason, I feel that I have to let history be repeated before I learn. Could this be because &lt;s&gt;_________________?&lt;/s&gt; Or that &lt;s&gt;_________________?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;This &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;equation&lt;/span&gt; has taken a lot of my time, my effort, my brain cells and I've still come no closer to solving it. What am I to do? There's only so much I can think about before my head implodes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-8004233924994379457?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8004233924994379457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=8004233924994379457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8004233924994379457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/8004233924994379457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/happily-ever-after-will-you-have-yours.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-3127811743595310505</id><published>2010-10-23T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T14:05:22.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore Property Website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hi there my readers! If you've been a diligent follower on my blog you would know that I've written about Propwall before, don't close this page just yet because I have exciting news! Propwall has now got a Singapore Property Website!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Just as many of you are familiar with the Malaysian website, I urge each and every one of you to have a look at what the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://www.propwall.sg/"&gt;Singapore Property&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;website has to offer. What makes their website so unique is it's easy access to any property one wishes to browse and perhaps buy in the future as well as the fantastic variety of properties they have displayed. Not only are they reasonable and affordable but they also provide many pictures and answers to all the questions you will need to ask and have answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;One of the main points that attracts many users daily and from across the globe is that this website is FREE. From my personal point of view, they made a fantastic choice by doing so because many people in this world know that nothing comes free and by choosing not to charge, they've places themselves in a better position where many of their competitors can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;If you've always been fond of Singapore and want to purchase property there, look no further! Head on to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://www.propwall.sg/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Singapore Property Website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; and have a go! Happy Property Hunting! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-3127811743595310505?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3127811743595310505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=3127811743595310505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3127811743595310505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/3127811743595310505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/singapore-property-website-hi-there-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-749294201028943451</id><published>2010-10-22T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T19:05:50.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;You're immaturity makes me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;I don't understand why it is so difficult for you to just let it be, let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Maybe it's hard, I've been through that yes but hey we can't all always hold grudges right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;What good would that do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Why would you indirectly imply that I'm using all your dough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Do I look like I'm That dependent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Am I not working and learning the working ethics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;What are you doing to make yourself more superior?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Who are You so just open up your mouth and try to get others to infer from you words you're "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;True &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;meaning"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;How do you expect people to want to trust you when you do stuff like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;What are your motives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Do you have that much hate directed towards me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Grow up. Please. Just grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm tired of dealing with all this, quietly. Sure there are 1 or 2 people who are there for me when I have to rant to just speak my mind but honestly how much of this spite can you hold against me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Check yourself. You need a check up, desperately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;I don't care if these words seem harsh to you but to be frank you deserve it. All of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-749294201028943451?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/749294201028943451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=749294201028943451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/749294201028943451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/749294201028943451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/youre-immaturity-makes-me-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-5886614789026751215</id><published>2010-10-22T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T19:25:43.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I felt shallow, I felt demoted.&lt;br /&gt;I felt hollow, I felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;smote&lt;/span&gt;(d).&lt;br /&gt;But now..&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel strong,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a bolder.&lt;br /&gt;I feel weightless,&lt;br /&gt;light as a feather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world spun around,&lt;br /&gt;only to land me in the same town.&lt;br /&gt;I flew away but back I came,&lt;br /&gt;to my home from where I was tamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I got hysterical,&lt;br /&gt;my friends all thought it was impractical.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to please the world at my own expense,&lt;br /&gt;I failed but thanks to that I now have pretense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw that image,&lt;br /&gt;the thought crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I was dimmed, my light flickered,&lt;br /&gt;almost out but didn't waver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize, it's just a game,&lt;br /&gt;it's just you I choose to blame.&lt;br /&gt;Simply because it was your fault,&lt;br /&gt;but you will forever be in your vault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tightly sealed for no one to know,&lt;br /&gt;only second guessing each time what to show.&lt;br /&gt;Open up your heart and embrace what's to come,&lt;br /&gt;for that's the only way you will get the sum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Maybe you will be able to decipher partially what's in my head but you'll never know truly what I felt or how I feel because the chance has gone and will never come again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-5886614789026751215?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5886614789026751215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=5886614789026751215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5886614789026751215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5886614789026751215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-felt-shallow-i-felt-demoted.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-6352764245911958846</id><published>2010-10-20T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:40:46.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;They Say Being 16 is A Blast. Is it? Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I was fine, and still am but really what's the true definition of 'fine'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I felt tired, I felt heavy, maybe it was cause I was getting sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;There was a time when I could feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; even when I wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I stumbled upon it and it came crashing down, beating my back till my bones broke down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;There was a piercing sound, something shattered, it was as if a chandelier had exploded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;In that bubble so safe and sound, without my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;subconcsiousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; reaching out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Suddenly, just as swift as a Samurai's blade, that one image that stared back at me, tore me into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shreds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I'm staring out the window, thoughts flying through my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I don't know what I'm doing just know that I feel dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;One minute I'm happy next minutes I'm not, I'm afraid of these intervals for their uncontrollable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;They haunt me when they shouldn't, push emotions from my heart to my head, make me over think and cause me such pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;My heart goes left, my head goes right, my body walks forward forever the one to be desired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;As ropes get wrapped around my wrist, all I feel is a twist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Before I know it, my arms have snapped, my body un-intact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I feel nothing, not even emptiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Where am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;This can't be heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I switch places and try to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Only to wind up with disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Why is it so difficult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Why now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I don't understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I think, rethink, think again and try as hard as possible to learn but I fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Why can't I just move it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;How is it that I can't push it away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;When did I become a zombie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Where did I start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;What have I become?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;How long will this last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-6352764245911958846?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6352764245911958846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=6352764245911958846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/6352764245911958846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/6352764245911958846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/they-say-being-16-is-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-9085731383144650264</id><published>2010-10-08T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T01:51:58.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;In a world where the internet is so easily accessible I find it hard to express myself. On one hand it's easy because being heard wouldn't be a problem but then on the other hand what if I just want something and not someone to listen, just be here to listen, not to judge, not to read but just to be here, something like the internet. That wouldn't happen right? Seeing as Everyone is on it nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I suppose I really can't truly express what I would like to here, on this blog. It just..it has lost some of it's essence. If I did type every single thought or feeling I had/have here right now, some people who do read my blog, follow it or just happen to stumble upon it, people whom I know personally and care about dearly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; get hurt. I just can't afford something like that to happen. So..till then just like every other time I'll just sit and type what I really want to type, read it, feel the rush of emotions, then delete it and type this. Guess you just never know who lurks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-9085731383144650264?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9085731383144650264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=9085731383144650264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/9085731383144650264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/9085731383144650264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-world-where-internet-is-so-easily.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-595442514766303171</id><published>2010-10-07T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T10:20:39.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Hello amigos! This is the first time I've got to update my blog since Thursday I think! Been so busy with work! :( It kinda sucks when there's a bunch load of people and some of the customers are so ignorant at how hard it actually is to work at my working place! One minute this pile is messed up, I fold it, turn to the pile next to it, fold that, turn back and it's messy again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Gosh!! Don't people have some courtesy to not screw stuff up or to just put the items back into place before You leave? Even I did that before I started working in retailing! &gt;:( Anyhoos, they're the ones paying so I can't do much but rant my heart out here. &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Soo...last night after hockey some of us went to 'yam cha' at Boston Cafe in Mentari and we were talking about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zouk Out 2010!!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;WANT TO GOOOOOOOOO! PLAIN AND SIMPLE, I WANT TO GO!!!!! Zomg...&lt;/span&gt;The line ups are crazy, it's gonna be party madness! Definitely what I need after working at this place for (soon-to-be) 2 months end of Nov. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Really hoping to convince the 'rents, I think I have a fair case...so to speak. Heh. Rights well SAT's are just around the corner, they're on this SATURDAY! Freaking close! Not panicking just yet but maybe after my exam? I'd probably start dreading result day. Haish. Haven't been through stress like that in a looooong time man. &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Yups okies gotta go now, gonna catch a new episode of Gossip Girl then gotta get going to work. Haih. Tataa for now. :l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kim (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-595442514766303171?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/595442514766303171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=595442514766303171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/595442514766303171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/595442514766303171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-amigos-this-is-first-time-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-561536677714721958</id><published>2010-10-01T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:37:56.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I think...I'm in need of some inspiration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I feel...that I am not pushing myself to my limit, let alone past it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I know...that I can do better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I wonder...how the future will be like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I ponder...on the various things that go through my mind every day, all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I long...for a sense of serenity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I want...to know how to go about undoing a perfectly knitted sweater and then knitting it back in the Exact same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I fear...for what I may do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I strengthen...only through mistakes and downfalls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I need...you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I have...you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thank you. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ecxprofile_status"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kim (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-561536677714721958?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/561536677714721958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=561536677714721958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/561536677714721958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/561536677714721958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-5042452378544528828</id><published>2010-10-01T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T00:39:53.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Because you Do mean that much to me. Maybe not the entire world just yet but definitely getting there. State by state, country by country, continent by continent, river by river, lake by lake, sea by sea and before you know it you've consumed my entire universe and that becomes you. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Today I open the new chapter, one I've been longing for. I start work in approximately 8 hours and should be asleep in bed now, I will go..after this short post! The emotions I'm feeling now are kinda weird, rather happy and excited but yet a tad nervous! My first day and the owner/boss of the Cotton On Retail Store from Australia will be coming! *faints* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Hopefully I'll be okay, I'm sure I'll do well! :D Must think positive right? :)  OKAY! Don't really have much to update about plus insufficient time to write the long post that I usually do so night night! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kim (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-5042452378544528828?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5042452378544528828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=5042452378544528828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5042452378544528828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/5042452378544528828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/because-you-do-mean-that-much-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621709769921283803.post-2395951687435728664</id><published>2010-09-28T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:04:27.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;HALLLLOOOOOWWWWWW! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ahh I officially have one last day before I finish high school!!! OHMYGOD! I am suppperrrr psyched!! I am happy with myself, proud of my achievements and ready to leave! :) Gonna be closing this chapter of my life and opening another, saving the best memories, discarding the worst memories, living life to it's fullest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;I had a Maths test done yesterday and got really frustrated with myself! I scored 98% when it could've been a 100%. *sighs* 2 marks got deducted from my paper because instead of placing 'A cube' I wrote 'A square'! &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sooo...tomorrow we're having our graduation class shoot and I don't know what to wear! :S This can't, that can't, this too revelling, that inappropriate. Aiyaya..have to search for something that fits the requirements later! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Uhm..oh! I'm taking my final Maths test tomorrow! Wooopeeedoooo! Ahh I'm just extremely happy, please excuse my hyper state. :) Okies that's all I just wanted to update. Oh another poem coming up, gonna keep trying to write better, improve and maybe someday it'll be published. One can dream right? (: OKIESSS BYE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Kim (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2621709769921283803-2395951687435728664?l=theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2395951687435728664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2621709769921283803&amp;postID=2395951687435728664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/2395951687435728664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621709769921283803/posts/default/2395951687435728664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theendlessroadofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/09/hallllooooowwwwww-d-ahh-i-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918281603952097548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
