<?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-15823458</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:55:13.222+08:00</updated><category term='Updates'/><title type='text'>--The RC Trail --</title><subtitle type='html'>~where the banter never stops and pigs obviously fly~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15823458.post-2955121051248612617</id><published>2007-04-16T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T23:34:03.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;Being A Blonde In A Crowd Of Brunettes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So long ! So long till it's the end of April, my travelling shoes are itching already . . . I can't wait for my 1 month trip to Ausralia . . . &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everyday&lt;/span&gt; I count the hours till work ends, marking off each day on the calendar. I'm so excied !!! It's been ages since I've gone overseas . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm getting bored of work. Peter expects me to return to work right after my holidaying in Australia, and the truth is, I don't know if I'll be able to return, I don't know if I acually want to continue working there, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't know&lt;/span&gt; wether I really want to work at all there. Don't get me wrong, I love the place, I love the people ( Er, well, certain people ) and I love interacting with customers, but there's something in me, nagging, telling me that I shouldn't work there after coming home from the trip . . . It's confusing, I want to work there but I don't !!! Ugh !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Dumb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blonde&lt;/span&gt;', that's my nick-name at work. It's because I'm like a deer caught in headlights permanently ! Two of my colleagues are trying to bleach my hair already. "It's to bask in your natural characteristic" they say ! There is &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;some truth&lt;/span&gt; to what they call me, when I get self concious or stressed, I tend to be a little ( Ok ! A lot )  stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tomorrow ( more like today ), is my day off ( thank God ! ). I am so &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;. I need this break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; my friends, I &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; my social life, I &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; lazing around !!! But, I do admit that working has it's benefits;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I get &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;away&lt;/span&gt; from my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;meet&lt;/span&gt; pleasant people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;learn&lt;/span&gt; new things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I feel much more &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;-conRad-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-2955121051248612617?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/2955121051248612617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=2955121051248612617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/2955121051248612617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/2955121051248612617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2007/04/being-blonde-in-crowd-of-brunettes.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-117578450619827441</id><published>2007-04-05T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T22:48:26.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shopping &lt;em&gt;Heals&lt;/em&gt; . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten over the ghost scare at Peter Hoe. Now, I take it as a thing that comes with the job . . . I got my pay today . . . Went shopping the next hour . . . but more clothes . . . cupboard overflowing . . . makes me even more happy . . . !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-117578450619827441?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/117578450619827441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=117578450619827441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/117578450619827441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/117578450619827441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2007/04/shopping-heals.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-117543601039471346</id><published>2007-04-01T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:00:10.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ghosts O&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A Past Long&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fo&lt;/span&gt;rgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The title is literal ! Today was the first I heard of ghosts at Peter Hoe. I always thought that I had a weak sixth sense ( If I do have it, I would rather ignore it ) for feeling the presence of something that is "out of place". A colleague called us at the main Peter Hoe store, she said she heard footsteps and plastic bags moving around on the top floor of the smaller Peter Hoe ( it's the store room ). This very incident lead to everyone opening up to me about the ghosts at Peter Hoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1st incident: The very same colleague heard voices in the fashion store room in the main store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2cd incident: Again same colleague, saw a white figure in the kitchen. ( She ran away )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3rd incident: A previous staff heard voices in the store and thought it was customers. When everyone checked, there was no customers in the store at all. ( This happened when they were closing the store )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4th incident ( my account ): During store closing, I always feel a presence at a certain area in Peter Hoe ( I hate going near there )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5th incident ( my account ): When I'm alone near the fashion store room, I feel someone is watching me. ( This is a normal feeling for most people but I feel it too when I'm in the toilet ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The building in which Peter Hoe is in happens to be one of the very first buildings ever erected in Kuala Lumpur . . . This could explain why it seems so haunting. A customer once comented that since the building is so old that there could be a couple of ghosts hanging around ( at that time, my colleagues seemed discomforted at what the customer said, I didn't know any better ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wish I didn't know about all these stuff, now I'm going to work everyday fearing I might see something I don't want to. Just before closing today, I had to check wether all the windows in the fashion store room were closed or not. They had off-ed most of all the store lights !!! I summed up as much courage as I could and did what I had to do ! If anyone would have come up to me and gave me a fright at that point in time, I would have pee-ed in my pants !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I DON'T WANT TO GO TO WORK TOMORROW !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-117543601039471346?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/117543601039471346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=117543601039471346' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/117543601039471346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/117543601039471346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2007/04/ghosts-of-past-long-forgotten-title-is.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15823458.post-117526986780515203</id><published>2007-03-30T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T00:51:07.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Life Isn't All &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blueberry&lt;/span&gt; Muffins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Work has made me become something I hate the most . . . that is, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;being a bore&lt;/span&gt; ! I haven't had much fun for someone who has about 6 to 7 months of holidays ! I haven't done the things I wanted to do, I haven't learnt mandarin, I haven't taken up a typing class ( I still type with one finger ! ), and I haven't gone clubbing since new year's eve !!! The only thing i did do was, getting a job !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I've let my job &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;invade &lt;/span&gt;my social life. To hang on to whats left of my social life, I have once a week "meet up's" with Debbi and Michelle and Sonia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Take today for instance. Today is my day off of work. I used it to go to Leisure Mall with Sonia to catch a movie ( Meet The Robinsons ) ! &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How sad is that ???&lt;/span&gt; I should've been more adventurous, more spontaneous ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Meet The Robinsons was a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;feel good movie&lt;/span&gt;, one for the kids ! Yet, it had a certain element in the storyline even for adults, a somewhat &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;secret pull&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;inner child&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Everytime I have a day off, I feel like not wanting to go back to work the next day. Lately at work, I feel &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;out of place&lt;/span&gt; again. An &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;outsider looking in&lt;/span&gt;. Some of the staff gets annoyed that I'm pretty much new to everything, so learning and getting used to things slows or stops progression (whatever that means ??? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sleepy&lt;/span&gt; .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-117526986780515203?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/117526986780515203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=117526986780515203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/117526986780515203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/117526986780515203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-isnt-all-blueberry-muffins-work.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15823458.post-117326301510630855</id><published>2007-03-07T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T18:23:35.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Mar&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;ch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I've been home all day and I still can't come up with anything to blog about. All that I wanted for today was to be &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;plagued&lt;/span&gt; by boredom, and I accomplished it ! My work days always seem hectic, colourful if I may be so bold, so naturally I want my day off to be dull, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;lifeless&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately, when I ask for something so unmoving, my mind seems clear of any thought, thus, no ideas to blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;So I just decided to type &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt; my mind comes up with at the moment. Uh . . . ?! Nothing is popping in at all . . . it's just a blank . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;At least I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-117326301510630855?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/117326301510630855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=117326301510630855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/117326301510630855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/117326301510630855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-blues-ive-been-home-all-day-and.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-117284749274104690</id><published>2007-03-02T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T22:58:12.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The P&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ages&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Of A B&lt;/span&gt;ook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sometimes I feel that the story of my life is acually right out of a &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;best-seller novel&lt;/span&gt; ! Two days ago, on a train ride home from work, I'd usually call my home to tell whoever is at home to pick me up from the station. This phone call was rather a strange one . . . I called and my sister answered, she said that someone will pick me up and added "Oh ! And by the way, our&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; kitchen&lt;/span&gt; was on &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt;". Then she puts the phone down. Naturally, I would think she was being dumb again (it's a very clear trait she possesses). My dad fetched me from the station and the ride home was a rather quiet one. As soon as I stepped into the house, my annoying brother jumped up and started this long story on what had acually happened, to which I replied "Shut Up !!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my mum, she had been frying fish when she realized that she had to pick my brother up from school. she hurriedly closed the fire on the stove and left the house. as she was walking back, my back neighbour informed my mum that the house was on fire. The firemen (which was tipped off by my neighbour on the left) arrived a few seconds earlier than my mum would have (they broke my front gate lock). The &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;small blaze&lt;/span&gt; was put out immediately. The &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;damage&lt;/span&gt; was little, the walls were a grey shade (some interior decorators might be &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt; of how oddly the shade was perfectly spreaded across the ceiling), two cabinet doors were burnt, the toaster and hot water flasks were melted and the stove hood was completely &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire started because my &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;stove&lt;/span&gt; (which is &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt;, and the knobs constantly fall off) knob had not reached the 'O' mark. It was away from the mark by a few millimeters !!! So the heat heated the dry pan which caused &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sparks&lt;/span&gt; to ignite the stove hood. The whole place would have never caught fire if it wasn't for the damn hood !!! Ash and soot was all over the house and even in my room !!! My neighbour said that &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;black smoke&lt;/span&gt; was coming out of my living room and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Aih !&lt;/span&gt; ... the stuff that happens !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;fitting in&lt;/span&gt; finally at work. Certain things I didn't know how to do before don't seem so hard now (I still &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;bumble&lt;/span&gt; my way through though !). Although, every thing has it's down side and working at Peter Hoe has one ! A certain staff member always gets on our &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;nerves&lt;/span&gt;. Kinda like a carbon copy of Shantini only better looking, fairer, thinner, a lot older and has a little more sense in her head ( I said a little !!! ). That person drives me &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; !!! Thank God I'll be only working there for &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;3 months&lt;/span&gt; !!!! A year and a half with Shantini around was enough !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;blank&lt;/span&gt; ... I'm guessing I'm tired and should &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;rest &lt;/span&gt;for another day of working !!! (Not that I'm complaining or anything !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-117284749274104690?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/117284749274104690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=117284749274104690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/117284749274104690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/117284749274104690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2007/03/pages-of-book-sometimes-i-feel-that.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-117274920751106341</id><published>2007-03-01T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:12:20.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BORED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Drama Princess (or Prince)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/princess.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're not over the top dramatic, but you have your moments.You know how to steal the spotlight...And how to act out to get your way.&lt;br /&gt;People around you know that you're good for a laugh.But at times, your drama gets a bit too much for everyone.Tone it down a tad, and you'll still be the center of attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Drama Queen (or King)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Boston Terrier Puppy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatbreedofpuppyareyouquiz/boston-terrier-puppy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aggressive, wild, and rambunctious.Deep down, you're just a cuddle monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Breed of Puppy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Somewhat Mature&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouimmaturequiz/mature-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You definitely act like an adult sometimes, but a big part of you is still a kid at heart.While your immature side is definitely fun, you're going to have to grow up sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You Immature?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Very Gay Bert and Ernie!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgaychildhoodiconareyouquiz/bert-and-ernie.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Two grown puppets living together, sleeping in the same room?They've even got coordinating striped shirts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Gay Childhood Icon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Homer Simpson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesimpsonspersonalitytest/homer-simpson.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're just an ordinary, all-American working Joe... With a special fondness for pork rinds and donuts.&lt;br /&gt;You will be remembered for: your little "isms" and philosophies on life&lt;br /&gt;Your life philosophy: "Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals ... except the weasel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Simpsons Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: February 24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You understand people well and are a natural born therapist.A peacemaker, people always seem to get along when you are around.You tend to be a father or mother figure to friends, even to those older than you.You enjoy your role, and you find that you are close to many people.&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your devotion&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Reliance on others for happiness&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Lilac&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Heart&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Milan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/milan.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Stylish and sophisticated, you want to enjoy a truly European life - away from tourists!Milan fits you perfectly. Great shopping, high quality food, lots of culture... with very little hype.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; European City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-117274920751106341?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/117274920751106341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=117274920751106341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/117274920751106341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/117274920751106341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2007/03/bored-you-are-drama-princess-or.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-117232492799837617</id><published>2007-02-24T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T21:48:48.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;One N&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;igh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;t O&lt;/span&gt;nly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As the title explains, 'one night only' for a birthday ... I spent the night before my birthday with Sonia and Sham at Midvalley Megamall !!! We had dinner at Chillis which was entirely paid by Sham and caught a movie, Dreamgirls. Dreamgirls was a good movie, except the weird singing interruptions in between conversations. People literally sighed everytime someone begun singing about every single thing. If it was real life, I'd be singing to my spoon about my dinner plate !!! My present of the day was from Sonia, a Rolex Oyster Perpetual watch. It's so freaking beautiful !!! I love it !!! It's strap is brownish leather and has three dials within the watch for the day, date and temperature ... ! She couldn't wait to give it to me so the moment I saw her, she thrusted the watch into my hands at Coffee Bean !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today was another fun day. I was supposed to go karaoke-ing with Debbi and Michelle but unfortunately Debbi wasn't feeling well. Most probably affected by jet lag after flying back from South Korea ! So, Michelle and I decided to go shopping !! I got my first jacket and a grey t-shirt with red velvet writing emblazoned  across it ! The writing is acually an old method taught by British English teachers to write the letters of the alphabet properly ! It was "The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over The Lazy Dog" Who knew ? My mom did !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So far my present list is;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a Rolex watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Money, Money, Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a pair of Sneakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;famous Amos Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a Jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;more MoneyMoney, Money !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yesterday, I had my first visitor at Peter Hoe ! It was See Man !!! She dropped by to check out the place whilst waiting for her brother to finish tuition classes ! It was good to see a familiar face around !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm so tired, yesterday's and today's outing has left me beat ! I was so tired, I was dozing off in the first half of Mass today !!! Head lolling from to right and all !!! So embarrassing !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-117232492799837617?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/117232492799837617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=117232492799837617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/117232492799837617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/117232492799837617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-night-only-as-title-explains-one.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-117187968821207783</id><published>2007-02-19T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T18:08:08.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Wor&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;king&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Dile&lt;/span&gt;mma . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;At my last job, I felt like I was part of the team, at Peter Hoe I feel very out of place. I don't know how to do many things, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I don't know&lt;/span&gt; how to bubble wrap stuff, I don't know how to gift wrap stuff, I don't know how to work the cash machine, I don't know how to fold the clothes on sale and I don't know how to set displays, basically I don't know much ! Even the people I work with seem a little distant . . . it's just weird . . . I'm very out of place ! I don't want to wake up every morning and say to myself "Oh crap ! Work again !" and right now, this is exactly how I feel. I'm trying to give it time, trying to adapt and I am &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;adapting&lt;/span&gt;, it's just that the staff there isn't adapting to me. I am &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;playful&lt;/span&gt; at times and I joke a lot, these people are not like that. Yes, they joke and play but I am not part of it, sometimes I just happened to be there. These people have been work mates for years and so they have a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;bond&lt;/span&gt;, adding me into their circle is taking a long long time . . . aih ! It's like &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;first day&lt;/span&gt; at a new school again . . . ! It's so true 'High School Never Ends'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I had a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;family reunion dinner&lt;/span&gt;. My aunt is Chinese and so we celebrated the Chinese New Year with her. It was pretty funny. My uncle insisted we were all Chinese on that day and so the radio was tuned in to a Chinese station ( unfortunately, it wasn't playing any new year songs ) and on TV, we watched Kung Fu Hustle !!! When it was time to toss the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;'Yee Sang&lt;/span&gt;' everyone ( as usual ) had a chopstick to do it , even the young children ! As we started tossing, the young one's thought that 'tossing' meant 'throwing it out of the dish' !!! The table and floor had more than a quarter of the yee sang !!! We had a good time, laughing, talking, and watching Kung Fu Hustle for the hundredth time . . . My favourite moment ? Getting the '&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pau&lt;/span&gt;', although not much as others might usually get, but money is still money !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday and today as everyone knows is a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;public holiday&lt;/span&gt; because of the Chinese New Year. My parents took this opportunity to go to Melaka to visit my grandmother. I didn't follow as they would return on the day when work resumes. So, I am &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;home alone&lt;/span&gt;. Now I know I can live by myself ! I did the laundry, the cleaning and everything by myself. Although, it is very boring but I managed to keep myself entertained or distracted from the boredom ! If I could just kill my &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;stupid dog&lt;/span&gt; !!! The only thing I know I wont do if I live alone is getting a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;damn dog&lt;/span&gt; !!! Lucky ( my stupid dog ) woke me up early in the morning, made a mess near my parents bedroom and threw up in the living room !!! I hate that dog !!! Ugh . . . !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;dreading&lt;/span&gt; to go to work tomorrow . . . I hope everything will be fine ! Peter has a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;tendency&lt;/span&gt; to give more work than what acually needs to be done sometimes, and the new shipment of products came in on Saturday !!! I'm guessing it's going to be a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; busy day tomorrow . . . !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm going to have another &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;dull birthday&lt;/span&gt; this year because I'm working and don't have much time to &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; ! At least I'm off on Saturday from working ( that's my birthday ) !!! Humph . . . ! Oh Well !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to me ! &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to me ! &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to . . . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-117187968821207783?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/117187968821207783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=117187968821207783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/117187968821207783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/117187968821207783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2007/02/working-dilemma.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-117118396275348565</id><published>2007-02-11T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T16:52:42.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Chip&lt;/span&gt; Revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Many of you know that the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;past 6 months&lt;/span&gt; has left this particular blog high and dry. No sign of revival, no posts about the 'going on's of life and no, well, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CONRAD&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 6 months, my favourite &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;drug&lt;/span&gt;, the internet, was taken away. The already dead computer, just laid in my room mocking me each time I look at it. My dad just delayed and delayed and delayed on repairing the damn thing !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ! well, I now have a new job. I'll be working at &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Peter Hoe Evolution&lt;/span&gt; ( a boutique below Kasturi tuition centre in the Lee Rubber Building near Petaling Street !). I am so freaking nervous ! I have no idea why though ? It's just that I'm scared that I'll not catch up, not fit in, make Peter Hoe himself angry and fire me ... the list just travels on ... I love the place ! I've always side tracked to the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;boutique&lt;/span&gt; on the way up to tuition ! Ask Denise, Suzanne, Stephanie, Sonia and Raveena !!! They all know how much I like going in there ! Maybe that's why, the reason I'm so afraid of screwing up, I like the place too much ! Aaahhh ! Wish me luck ! Cross your fingers and toes and limbs and if possible, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cross&lt;/span&gt; your bodies too !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;My previous job ( which I did not tell Peter about ), I was an ' &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Advertising Trainee&lt;/span&gt; ' ( they so eloquently put it ! ) at an advertising agency in Taman Connaught ( has a branch up in Kelana Jaya and opening a new one soon in Puchong ! ). The manager of that company cleverly &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lured &lt;/span&gt;me into the company saying that;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I was the last person given this &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; ( after 2 days or so, he hired 4 more people )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;It was for charity ( I was bustling around tables in every major centre [ for about 10 hours a day] where people congregated during lunch hours to convince them to donate to the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Spastic Children&lt;/span&gt; Association of the Federal Territory and Selangor by purchasing a green car sticker at the price of RM10 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;That the thing I was doing ( &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;see num. 2&lt;/span&gt; ) would only last for 2 months ( it does not !!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;That this thing was to run till July 2007 ( it was supposed to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt; in December 2006 !!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;That all the money I collect goes to the organization ( it does not, after 2 days of successful sales they changed my salary structure to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;profit sharing&lt;/span&gt; and promoted me to team leader in 6 days. Meaning, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;20%&lt;/span&gt; from all my sales becomes my salary after every 7 days ! ... Not only that, I found out that the manager gets &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;30%&lt;/span&gt; out of everyone's sales ... my company has 2 managers !!! ... How much do you think the organization gets ??? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Honestly, I should've seen right through the manager's &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;motives&lt;/span&gt; but gaining so much profit kinda made me not realize things way sooner !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Things between my dad and I are still &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;not good&lt;/span&gt;. He still insist that I shouldn't do Mass Communication. ( Ugh !!! It drives me crazy ) He also hates things that I take an interest to ! I currently am taking &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yogazone.com.my/"&gt;yoga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it's painful but cool ( painfully-cool ), but my dad hates that I'm spending my time doing yoga. He hates the fact that I'm not all bothered about how people may comment on the things I like to do ( he gets shy to tell people I'm his son, last time I took up &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dance classes&lt;/span&gt;, that too made him embarrassed ) It's not my fault his friends are so close minded !!! I like to try new things. Isn't that called &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LIVING&lt;/span&gt; ... and not regretting ???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;So many things more to talk about but I'd rather not. These are the things that happened in the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;past 6 months&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;My grandmother &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;passed away&lt;/span&gt; during the STPM exams ( she passed away on the airplane back from Philippines in the LCCT )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I went for a meeting that I didn't know was very alike &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amway&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Spent &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;New Year's&lt;/span&gt; eve in Jalan P. Ramlee with Joanne, her friends, Sonia and Buzzy ( I walked into 4 clubs, paid only for two ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Wished &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fariza&lt;/span&gt; goodbye at KLIA ( she's now in &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Egypt&lt;/span&gt; studying medicine and has an Egyptian boyfriend ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Wished &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Loy Yang&lt;/span&gt; Goodbye at KLIA and a few other places with different friends ( He went off to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt; to further his studies too )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Gone out too many times with Sonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Went &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;karaoke-ing&lt;/span&gt; with Debbi and Michelle ( that was fun ... all the funny songs we sang [ the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;fast food song&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my humps&lt;/span&gt; ] the cacat remote control that made the volume way too loud, the good food, the Kampai I drank and made funny faces ... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Since the computer has been fixed, I have been on it way too long ... I think I should stop !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;PS : click the green 'Yoga' and it links to Yogazone, where I do yoga !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-117118396275348565?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/117118396275348565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=117118396275348565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/117118396275348565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/117118396275348565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2007/02/chip-revenge-many-of-you-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115623758944387538</id><published>2006-08-22T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T17:06:29.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acually Doing Something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; days of holidays left. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; of which are weekdays. Also, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;of which I have tuition classes and an exam to take. Some holiday ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss PA tuition classes at Kolej Bandar. I forgot how funny Mr. Thiaga was, and how I acually pay attention in his class ( aside from the few &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;remarks&lt;/span&gt; I make about certain people in class ). Something totally off topic ; I hate Jesse McCartney's new song, I can't even remember the title !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's PA class ( an &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;intensive&lt;/span&gt; class ) was great. I acually felt that I learnt something. Crap ! Kasturi's PA exam is on Thursday ! I didn't even open a book yet !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit ! &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ihaftastudynowgottago&lt;/span&gt; ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-conRad- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115623758944387538?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115623758944387538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115623758944387538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115623758944387538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115623758944387538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/08/acually-doing-something-6-days-of.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15823458.post-115596237114441130</id><published>2006-08-19T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T12:48:56.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Th&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lies I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I had a dilemma. I signed up to take a PA test at Kasturi which, overlaps on an intensive class for PA at Kolej Bandar. I would rather go for the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;intensive&lt;/span&gt; class rather than take the test, so, I came up with a plan of replacing myself with someone else. I placed my query at the front desk of Kasturi to a sweet lady. Unfortunately, no matter how sweet she was, there was nothing that could be done. She asked me why couldn't I take the test and I told her a lie ( I thought I could get my way ! ). A lie that if you heard &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;offhand&lt;/span&gt;, even you'd realise it was a lie. I now know, no matter what lie I'm telling, I can make it extremely believable. I told her that I couldn't make it for the test as I'll be visiting my grandfather in Melaka because he's very sick.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;don't have&lt;/span&gt; a grandfather in Melaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She asked what kind of sickness he's suffering from ? I answered, "&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I don't know&lt;/span&gt; ? He's very very sick"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She asked me when I'll be leaving ? I answered, "I don't know ? As soon as possible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I guess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyways, I spoke to my PA teacher at Kasturi and worked out my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt;. I'll be taking the test on another day. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm still feeling &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt; after lying to that sweet lady. Plus ! I have to avoid the front desk at all costs because I forgot I have normal tuition classes to attend too ! Me and the messes I get myself into !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-c&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;onR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115596237114441130?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115596237114441130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115596237114441130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115596237114441130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115596237114441130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/08/lies-i-tell-i-had-dilemma.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115563662523790335</id><published>2006-08-15T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T18:10:25.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So Many Wrong Perceptions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today, school seemed less of a &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;chore&lt;/span&gt; and more of an enjoyable work load, something like I have been dying to to do/handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how first impressions usually tell you the type of person you'd be dealing with in the future ? Yeah ... it's not always right. I thought Thiagu would never prove to be the responsible rasional thinking person that I see him to be now. I guess, I miss judged him when people painted a dark picture of him. I finally see past the &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sordid&lt;/span&gt; colours. Then, there are others which I first saw a glimmer of hope and now, I see more of a fire of true colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God that in 3 months, all this will be just a &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;memory&lt;/span&gt;. This past year so far has brought out the best and worse in me. Some saw the best and judged me on it. Some saw the worst and judged me on it. And some saw both best and worst, and proceeded to judge me on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get it ? We judge people on what we see first, the tiny part that makes up that person. We didn't see the other tiny parts. We just concluded on the first &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;jigsaw&lt;/span&gt; piece when we saw it ! Everyone in the world does this. Nobody has the benefit of a doubt. You are who you are from what I saw first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this can be changed. We made it this way and grown accustom to it ( I know I am ). The sad thing is, once a negative &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;perception&lt;/span&gt; is created, you'll never know the true person. Like a completed painting where you want to see the canvas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-conRad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115563662523790335?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115563662523790335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115563662523790335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115563662523790335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115563662523790335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-many-wrong-perceptions-today-school.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115546087781351057</id><published>2006-08-13T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T17:21:17.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Little Loss Of Faith.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am permanently like a 'deer caught in headlights' and/or a 'child in a pit of unforgiving decisions'. I just feel a little lost, worried that I will not be able to even scrape a passing mark for my coming exams. I've let my ego stand in the way of my future; I still have not forgiven my parents for forcing me to do STPM, for not believing that I can do well elsewhere ( no matter what the competition or hardship that'll come my way ), for not letting me be independent, and for allowing these and other insecurities build within me ( and tear the walls of confidence ). I'm like plaster with no mould.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried putting my misery at the back of my mind. I replaced it all by focusing on other things like school ( anything but studying ), this blog, friends, and other things that I can lend a hand to. I want to do well but this is something I extremely hate. I try and try, and now, I'm out of options. I'm reaching the brick wall and I'm going to hit it soon !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hit to many dead ends. I fear I'm fighting a lost battle. How am I not supposed to feel like a loser ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing this pathetic 19 year old mostly desires from his family is a tiny droplet of attention. Not one bothers. All I ever wanted was someone who bothered. All they expect is that I do well so that our family name rises ( don't care how I do it, as long as it happens ). So that my achievement could be something to gloat about. So now, since I'm failing, why mention my name to others, why bother at all ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I ask for help, they just scowl and tell me to go away. I'm 19, Yes I know ! But is it really that immature to ask for something like that ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have problems. I have problems. Mine's just not that important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fail ! I really don't want to !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing myself in this silly problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... too much drama huh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm happy with myself, there's always something in my life to spoil it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-conRad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115546087781351057?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115546087781351057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115546087781351057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115546087781351057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115546087781351057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-loss-of-faith.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115511484418931892</id><published>2006-08-09T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T17:14:04.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Really Don't Understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand what's in store for me. What is the 'greater plan' for me ? I am &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; at logger heads with every decision there is to make !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good dream last night. The one thing I am so afraid to share with everyone was discovered, and had received &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; feedback. It was a very comforting dream. Something, which in reality might ( who am I kidding ? ) backfire. I am walking on hot coals ! I am obviously not ready to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to school today was &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;pointless&lt;/span&gt; ! I only had a class in the beginning and at the end of schooling hours, the FSC meeting was cancelled. I should've just missed school today. At least I'd have a good sleep. I didn't feel so good in school. Whilst on my way to school, I felt woozy and nauseated ( and having gastric pains wasn't helping either ). This, carried on till I reached home. I still feel a bit sick. *Blueck* Oops ! I guess I just vomited all over the screen ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute ! Since when did I eat &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;lumpy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; stuff ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;-conRad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115511484418931892?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115511484418931892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115511484418931892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115511484418931892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115511484418931892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-really-dont-understand-i-really-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115484007092846610</id><published>2006-08-06T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T12:54:31.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upd&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Li&lt;/span&gt;fe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of felt guilty everytime I open my blog page just to add another entry, I haven't been improving in my studies so, I came up with &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;self punishment&lt;/span&gt;. I stopped finding reasons to go out, to blog and to even attend the Pussycat Dolls concert !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I even stopped watching most tv shows. I have turned my &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;daily&lt;/span&gt; routine into a colourless picture, dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the slight &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;misunderstanding&lt;/span&gt; between Shantini and I, our relationship is mended and I find her much more tolerable (it's a start !). Infact, I feel our friendship is better than it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it for now. I'm still on &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;punishment&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Debbi's birthday party on Monday was great ! Especially the part when I was going home with Michelle *&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;rolls with laughter&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115484007092846610?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115484007092846610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115484007092846610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115484007092846610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115484007092846610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/08/updating-life-i-sort-of-felt-guilty.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115443125974785188</id><published>2006-08-01T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:20:59.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St. Anne's Feast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The Journey To Bukit Mertajam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four days ago, I left Petaling Jaya at around 10.30pm enroute to Bukit Mertajam (BM) for St. Anne's Feast. The bus ride to BM was long (about four to five hours) and tiresome. As soon as everyone boarded the bus, we begun praying and singing hymns for a safe journey (stares at mom and gives discomforted face). I felt very odd, I know this is normal for every Christian group to do but I just feel like we should have stuck to just one prayer (overdoing things always seem desperate and hypocritical), we even said the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;rosary&lt;/span&gt; (this is common la).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile of restlessness, I finally fell asleep (rather uncomfortably). The bus made a few pit stops (to ease certain people's &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bladders&lt;/span&gt;) at rather regularly visited rest areas such as at Rawang, Tampar ... bla bla !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about coincidences ! I met all of my grandmother's neighbours and friends and my mum's cousin's from Malacca, all heading to BM too. So we ended up &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;chit-chatting&lt;/span&gt; with them for awhile. They had to leave first and not long after that, my group had to leave too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 1am or so, I woke up from sleep to loud "Oh's!" and "Aahh's!". There was a red Kelisa in front of the bus, dangerously swerving from left to right, and scrapping the steel road dividers. The bus driver (Abang Kamal), safely kept his distance and drove carefully. As we reached a toll, the Kelisa cut through the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Touch 'n' Go&lt;/span&gt; line and rammed straight into the pole that prevents cars from passing through. Abang Kamal, told the toll attendant about the silly driver of the Kelisa. Not long after the Kelisa was freed from the toll, it sped off and we lost sight of it. However, barely 10 minutes later, we spot the driver taking a piss at the side off the road (everyone in the bus burst out laughing and cracking dirty jokes). After all that, the driver still drove fast and was swerving through the traffic like he was on a F1 track. That was the last straw for Abang Kamal, he called the police and not long after that, the Kelisa driver was apprehended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after all that drama, at about 2am or so, there was a motorcyclist with his wife, dangerously swerving on the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;highway&lt;/span&gt; (seriously ! what is with all the swerving ?). Apparently, the motorcyclist was falling asleep, and his wife was trying to keep him awake (If your so tired, stop by somewhere la till you're ok la!). At one point, the motorcyclist swerved hard to the left, narrowly missing a speeding bus! Stupid people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Drama&lt;/span&gt; in one night !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The First Day Of My Pilgrimage to St. Anne's Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Group arrived in &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bukit Mertajam&lt;/span&gt; at about 7.15am. we first headed to the old church to begin our 'Way of the Cross' prayers. We were scurrying to all the life size statues to acually follow the 'Way of the Cross'. It was all over the Church's compound ! After that, my mum and I prayed in the old church and then headed up the hill to pray in front of St. Anne's shrine (it was not that high up the hill, but the steps leading up was too high from one another). Along the hill, was the old stations fot the 'Way of the Cross'. Any candles lighted will be put out within a minute or so to allow others to place their candles. In the old church, I met an old lady who asked for a box of our candles and was willing to pay with what ever she had in her purse. She didn't bring enough money to buy any candle so my mum and I just gave it to her. After donating some money to the church's fund, my mum and I headed for the Novena Mass. Then, just before leaving to have brunch in Penang, we bought a few religious souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all were left to find food in &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Penang Road&lt;/span&gt;. Being that my mum has been there before, she took me to have Penang's famous 'nasi kandar' at a nearby restaurant. It was so good, but a little pricey. As we waited for the bus to fetch us all at an appointed place, I spotted a few fellow parishioners all from the Youth Club of Sacred Heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after lunch, we headed to our hotel &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Tanjung Bungah'&lt;/span&gt; in Tanjung Bungah ! There was a jam, therefore, when we reached the hotel, all of us wanted to have a deep rest. When we finally reached the hotel, I noticed the people in the lobby were all rather muscular men. I turned to look at a banner hanging on one of the pillars in the hotel, the hotel was hosting the finals for a bodybuilding contest ! *smacks head* If three bodybuilders used the lift, no one else can use the same lift all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 3.45pm, after a long rest, some of us from the group (about 21 people) headed for the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;evening celebrations&lt;/span&gt; in BM. This time, the church was packed as compared too in the morning ! I met up with my cousins and we all stood for the entire Novena mass at the corner of the left wing of the church. I met Priya and her sister Emma together with Emma's boyfriend Dennis (the youth leader). Somewhere in the middle of the church, I spotted Monica and managed a tiny wave to Stephanie. Sadly, after the mass, I could not take part in the procession because the bus had to leave at 8pm. The trip back to the hotel was a long one. The bus left BM at 9pm and reached the hotel at 10.30pm. By this time, my mum and I were dying of hunger. In the end, my mum and I had dinner at a nearby food court. The food was great !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The Second Day Of My Pilgrimage to St. Anne's Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all awakened at 7am. My mum and I headed to the hotel's restaurant for breakfast, to only find that almost everything was almost gone ! all the bodybuilders had dug through everything ! I managed to eat a&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; pinch&lt;/span&gt; of fried mee hoon and fish sambal ! I mostly dug in later all the bread and jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small argument broke out within our group. Some wanted to go for Sunday Mass, but as the priest said the day before, that there was no need for that ! So those who wanted to go argued with those who didn't want to go. I obviously didn't want to go ! I went for 2 Masses already !!! Anyways, to resolve the matter, the group leader declared that on the way back, we head to Ipoh for Mass in &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;St. Michaels&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after checking out at 10am, we did some shopping in Penang Road. I bought so many cheap food and clothing !!! Then, I had lunch at that &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'nasi kandar'&lt;/span&gt; restaurant again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Ipoh, (by this time, my mum and I made a few friends already) the new friends, my mum, and I had a tea break at a nearby mamak stall. When the group reached St. Michaels, I was amazed ! It was very old looking and beautiful ! As we walked in, a strong gush of cold air brushed my face. It was fully &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;air-conditioned&lt;/span&gt;! The choir there was awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after Mass, we stopped at &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tapah&lt;/span&gt; rest area for dinner at about 8pm. Seeing that the food court was extremely crowded, my mum and I had Dunkin Donuts for dinner. I finally reached Petaling Jaya at 10.30pm after the long long ride from Tapah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, about &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;11-14 people lost their lives&lt;/span&gt;, traveling from Ipoh to BM, because their bus over turned. May their souls rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;-conRad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115443125974785188?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115443125974785188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115443125974785188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115443125974785188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115443125974785188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/08/st.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115354226595397166</id><published>2006-07-22T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T12:24:26.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do We All Need A Reality Check ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;squirmish&lt;/span&gt;. I've been that way since Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something in a book Sonia brought to school recently. I forgot the book's title but I know it was wisdom for young females. I flipped to a page and somehow I connected with what was written. It went along the lines of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"... I will not wish to change what had happened, it needed to be done. What I wish to change was how I felt when I did it ..."&lt;/span&gt;. This phrase referred to the fight I had with Shantini on Wednesday. Never would I expect that after doing what I had always wanted to do, would make me feel miserable throughout the week. Our emotional scope is never what we anticipate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angry at Nik Anuay ! How dare he say the Form Six Council (FSC) hasn't done a single significant thing in school ??? I am angry at Norhana ! How dare she say that Denise and I do nothing in FSC !!! Our/My work is never appreciated. If the Malaysian government wants to see prejudice, selfishness, biased decisions, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt; undedicated teachers, power struggles, pettiness and the list just travels, see it in V.I. The only sane people in V.I are a few teachers and students. Everything else is blinded by pure greediness !!! The system is corrupted. It will remain in its slumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel too &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;disgusted&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115354226595397166?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115354226595397166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115354226595397166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115354226595397166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115354226595397166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-we-all-need-reality-check-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115304383785606632</id><published>2006-07-16T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T17:57:17.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recou&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;nting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Disapp&lt;/span&gt;ointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is not what I expected it to be. I mean, my MUET results. I worked for a band 6 but I was rewarded a 5.&lt;br /&gt;I was woken up on a Saturday morning to the ringing of my handphone. It was a short message from Alan suggesting that I should check my MUET results online.&lt;br /&gt;I bounced of the bed and hurried straight to computer at the other end of my room. Immediately I turned it on, all whilst still being unbathed, unfresh, and unawake.&lt;br /&gt;I gave a huge yawn as I waited for the connection of the internet to hook up to the world of cyberspace beyond my monitor screen.&lt;br /&gt;As I typed the address to the website, I heaved a huge sigh, desperately hoping I did well, that my work wasn't for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The pressure built as I typed in my index and identification card numbers into those empty boxes provided. When I clicked the silver grey button proclaiming the word 'Submit', I prayed to God a silent prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Within seconds, words slowly loaded onto the screen. I bit my tongue as the results displayed. An emotionless face fell to disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Right at that moment I was fully awake. Disbelief churned within me. I was disgusted at one point. I turned away from the fate my monitor displayed.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, I scrolled for Sonia's number in my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;Each ringing tone sounded like a dreaded death bell. The first attempt to reach her had failed. I tried again. This time, the ringing seemed normal.&lt;br /&gt;I hated myself.&lt;br /&gt;How can I get over myself underachieving my target so fast ?&lt;br /&gt;I felt I should beat myself up about it even more. Sonia answered the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I could help her check her results. I spoke in a monotonous way. I was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;She achieved the same as I had. But I was proud of her. She expected less. I expected more.&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged goodbyes. She had to go.&lt;br /&gt;I reluctantly set the handphone down. I wanted to shout at someone. The frustration was too intense.&lt;br /&gt;Sonia messaged me this time. She sensed something was wrong. I denied it.&lt;br /&gt;She knew.&lt;br /&gt;She knew I was angry at myself ... Indeed I was and I still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115304383785606632?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115304383785606632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115304383785606632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115304383785606632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115304383785606632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/07/recounting-disappointment-it-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115288333074886850</id><published>2006-07-14T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:22:10.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Get Dirt&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;! It's The Onl&lt;/span&gt;y Way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back. Things have flew by pretty fast. All gone with the wind. The World Cup Ended. Italy won it ( all the other teams I was rooting for lost, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt; was the other team that I hoped would win, and they did ! ). And troubles brew everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was "picture taking" week ( for our school mag ). This day is the day for people like Ben and Li-Shia and Amy and Denise and ... and ... other self confessed photo taking addicts. I feel like crap as all my pictures look horrible ! ( I need to work on my smiling face - a few people or so, have hinted on/laughed at/&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;mimicked&lt;/span&gt; my smile )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm on a sinking boat with a float. I'm sinking, but there's a float, but I want the boat to stay afloat and the float is there too. ( I want the &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;cake&lt;/span&gt; and to eat it )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always have a &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;conception&lt;/span&gt; on another person, wether good or bad. Walk tall la. You are who you are, don't change to suit other's likes and dislikes. Life has it's transitions ( a questioning period ). Stay strong, when everyone weakens to conform to society's norm. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...just a word of advice ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;-c&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;onR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115288333074886850?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115288333074886850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115288333074886850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115288333074886850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115288333074886850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/07/get-dirty-its-only-way.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115180717293260152</id><published>2006-07-02T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T10:26:13.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm Getti&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Football Crazy ! ( Football Mad Nation, Come O&lt;/span&gt;n Come On ... !!! )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't belief England lost out on a penalty shootout ! I want to kill myself ! When I first realised that England was up against Portugal, I had no idea who to support ? I am an England fan to the bone but I too cannot deny &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Por&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;tug&lt;/span&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;'s claim to the cup this year. So, I cried for En&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gl&lt;/span&gt;and and rejoiced for Portugal. Great ! Now Portugal's up against Ge&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;rma&lt;/span&gt;ny, both teams I have been supporting too. I guess it's Portugal's game this year. God Bless Portugal ! I felt Germany's game against &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Arg&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ent&lt;/span&gt;ina&lt;/span&gt; was a total mess ! ( MESS ! ). &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;az&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt; must be kicking themselves now. Jason Lo was right, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fr&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;ce&lt;/span&gt; is a spinning wheel, once started, it doesn't stop. I feel so sad for Brazil fans ... I saw their faces. Some couldn't even speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Scared Heart's &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; Fellowship. I had a great time. I guess I made more friends now. Joanne left early and missed Priya's hilarious performance. The Youth committee members broke into teams of 4 with 3 members in each team. They were colour coded;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; pink&lt;/span&gt; ( best dressed, they looked cool. Guys; black shirt and a pink tie. Emma wore a simple yet nice get up ), &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; ( didn't really like their sketch ), &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; ( they were ok ) and green ( Priya's gang ! ). The green team's sketch was based on their colour &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;, the colour showing life. So Priya and Christian started coming in like a couple of &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;monkeys&lt;/span&gt; screaming and then Dennis joined in ( the Youth President). Their point ? They were showing life when man first sprouted from earth. They just kept on screaming and dancing ( That was the best ! ) I was laughing till crying. I wished they just recorded the whole thing. All the jumping, funny language, scratching armpits, licking floors ! They just kept on going. ( I'm still laughing ... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Priya's&lt;/span&gt; team won ( it was sort of a competition ). I should go for more of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm getting lazy to explain summore stuff ( I feel sometimes Li-Shia and and I are on the same &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;plain&lt;/span&gt;-I too, feel like I'm running out of words to say, type and write )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Open Day&lt;/span&gt; aka Report Card Day didn't go as I expected. Mr. Leong put in more hope into my mum that there's a chance if I work really hard, that I'll do really well in STPM. I really really want to kill myself now !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;-co&lt;/span&gt;nR&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115180717293260152?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115180717293260152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115180717293260152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115180717293260152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115180717293260152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-getting-football-crazy-football-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115140017706844093</id><published>2006-06-27T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:22:57.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Panic Roc&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ks&lt;/span&gt; The Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone makes &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mistakes&lt;/span&gt;. Why then, when I make one, I beat myself up ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true, we are our own &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt; enemies !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my mum to go for V.I's &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;open&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Mr. Leong to tell her what he really &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thinks&lt;/span&gt; of me and my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to know what I do in &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want her to care/show &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;initiative&lt;/span&gt; and not depend on me to do the best always. ( I'm too tired of depending on myself )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my parents to see the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;outcome&lt;/span&gt; of their decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want what I want, to come &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pray&lt;/span&gt; to lead me through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I pray to hold on to the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Everyday&lt;/span&gt; I pray to change my ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everday I pray to be someone &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I pray &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;to not&lt;/span&gt; pray to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115140017706844093?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115140017706844093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115140017706844093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115140017706844093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115140017706844093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/06/panic-rocks-heart-if-everyone-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115132602128465705</id><published>2006-06-26T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T20:47:01.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Odd Dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up yesterday morning from a very odd dream. The dream as I remember started with me brushing my teeth with Colgate's latest product, a combination of all it's products into one toothpaste ! ( ... with it's commercial promoting the new toothpaste, blasting on the radio behind me ). I recall it being blue, green and white ( the &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;toothpaste&lt;/span&gt;, I mean ). Then, all of a sudden, I'm on a plane heading to God knows where ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was disturbing was that beside the plane ( which I am in ) there's another plane flying inches away ( it was red ). I realised that both these planes are from a Chinese airline service ( Why Chinese ? ). It turned out that both planes are flying side by side because both think there are hijackers on each plane. ( but there is no hijackers on both planes - in my dream, I could see the chaos in both planes eventhough I was &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;stationed&lt;/span&gt; in the white plane ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get heated up when both planes are flying to close to the buildings in a city from China ( think &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/span&gt; ). Soon, the planes start hitting each other and the buildings around it. The plane I'm in, halts inches away from a green rock formation ( think Batu Caves covered in moss ) but the red plane crashes right into it, and splits into two pieces. ( people flew out ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I head towards the crash site ( apparently I astral projected out of the plane ... or something along the lines ... ), I see this red like pod and it opens, out pops Andy Lau and a beautiful woman ( Caucasian-Chinese with a necklace so big and is made out of &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;aquamarine glass&lt;/span&gt; - it covered her whole chest ! ). Anyways, it seems that the whole plane thingy was part of an elaborate movie set, a film directed by John Abraham ( A Bollywood film star - who in the dream, used to be a pilot ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have very &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;imaginative&lt;/span&gt; dreams ... It scares me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is stuck in &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;fantasy&lt;/span&gt; land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;-conRad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115132602128465705?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115132602128465705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115132602128465705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115132602128465705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115132602128465705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/06/odd-dreaming-i-woke-up-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115113979134980300</id><published>2006-06-24T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T17:03:11.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I Thou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ght, But Did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n't Say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so good. My nose is on a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;permanent&lt;/span&gt; sneezing fest and my head seems to suffer a very bad hangover eventhough drinking alcohol was at an all time 0 ml yesterday. Twice in this week I have suffered the wrath of a fever. I guess it's the weather, constantly raining everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ a random fact about me - I used to think it rained because God needed to go to the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;toilet&lt;/span&gt; ... ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115113979134980300?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115113979134980300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115113979134980300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115113979134980300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115113979134980300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-thought-but-didnt-say.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115107333234572983</id><published>2006-06-23T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T22:35:32.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Do No&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hate Me For I A&lt;/span&gt;m Right, Yo&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;May Cast The First S&lt;/span&gt;tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before our SPM results had even been released, Sonia and I had pre-decided that V.I. would be the place where our next step in education would head towards. We believed, that it being a prestigious school, it would instill into us this sense on &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;completeness&lt;/span&gt; that all Victorians seem to have. And true to that sentence, it taught us few of life's lessons ( a bit ahead of time ) and through other people's mistakes we've learnt on what not to do. However, in Victoria, the prestige is slowly being stripped away but it's students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ego, total dominance, pride and adding a few deadly sins, make up the reasons as to why Victoria and it's greatness is slipping away. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Apart&lt;/span&gt; from the teachers, the students themselves do not portray what previous Victorians observed in their daily schooling life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Victorians of new and old ( the present students ) &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;tear&lt;/span&gt; at the very foundations that makes Victoria, Victoria !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At every corner lies a problem sprouting from &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;deceit&lt;/span&gt; and stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty amongst each other does not exist anymore. I feel, the only time loyalty is shown is when all Victorians band together against St. John's School. Then, it falters apart within the school itself ! It's bond is as weak as a &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;toothpick&lt;/span&gt; holding a heavy stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly, proud students of Victoria, YOU may cause it's destruction ! Stop shielding your eyes from the root of the problem. Own up to your mistake. Do not hide behind twisted lies. The destruction may be minimal but the&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; scar&lt;/span&gt; is very visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115107333234572983?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115107333234572983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115107333234572983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115107333234572983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115107333234572983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/06/do-not-hate-me-for-i-am-right-you-may.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115089223206738395</id><published>2006-06-21T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T20:17:17.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tw&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-Facing Ot&lt;/span&gt;hers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, ( more like &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;reflecting&lt;/span&gt; ) and I realised that when we're angry with a person, we're acually angry at one side ( of the character ) of that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so take for example that &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;'C'&lt;/span&gt; is really annoying and says stupid things that in the end just piss you off badly. But then, on another day, you talk to C and you see a totally different side to C. A side to which you can relate to. This has happened to me countless times, and I feel bad for hating, let say 'C' previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am two-faced ! When it comes to people I totally dislike, I put up a &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt; smile but bitch about them later. I guess I find it disturbing that I do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school today, I waited for Joanne to go through her Victorian Editorial Board ( VEB ) interview, she decided that she wanted to take up a place in the VEB ( I guess, after much persuasion from Tinesh and I ). So, for about an hour or so, I was &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;prepping&lt;/span&gt; Joanne for the interview ( as it was her first interview ... ever ! ). She was nervous and my job was to calm her down. According to Tinesh and Jen, she did well during the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for Joanne to go through all that, it &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;rained&lt;/span&gt; pretty badly ! It was pouring so hard ! The ground floor of the Form 6 block flooded, and so none could come or go !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain subsided ( subsided ? ... is that right ? ... and Denise wonders why I never joined the VEB !? ), Tinesh, Joanne and I headed to Petaling Street. Joanne needed to collect the tuition &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt; from Kolej Bandar and Kasturi and also buy some stuff for herself from a gift shop and Popular. We had a few laughs on the way ( just being purely silly ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had too much to eat, from &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;feasting&lt;/span&gt; in the school hall ( the Consumer Club's food corner. It was like a big party ! ) to eating in Petaling Street. I'm bloated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and in reply to my last &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;suggestion &lt;/span&gt;in the previous post, Tinesh said he'd rather #uck a dog in the ass rather than #uck you know who anytime ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115089223206738395?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115089223206738395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115089223206738395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115089223206738395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115089223206738395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/06/two-facing-others-i-was-thinking-more.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115079538139156318</id><published>2006-06-20T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T17:26:41.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Gre&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;enw&lt;/span&gt;ich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heated debate sprouted in U6BM. Shantini and Tinesh were fighting about the Greenwich Mean Time ( GMT ). Tinesh said it is in &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;England&lt;/span&gt; and Shan said it's in Greenland. Obviously I'd get pulled into this fight and so did Jik Kum, Rebecca, Jeniffer, Alan, Mok, and Chien Fei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of us agreed that it was in Greenland ( and I took sides with Shan *Kill me* - I only took sides with her because I remember reading a book stating that the GMT started in Greenland ! I was so positive ! ) However, ... I am &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;. It is in fact in England ( another fact to add into my overflowing-neon lights flashing *Full*-head ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Shan wasn't sure of her facts but still made a bet with Tinesh and then &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;refused&lt;/span&gt; to pay him ( it was only RM2 - Oh Yeah ! Ben settled the dispute about where Greenwich is ... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to go through another set of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;bickerin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; between Shan and Tinesh. They should just get a room, have sex and then maybe then they'll shut up ? ( just a suggestion ... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ... I found out that I had also been &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;pronouncing&lt;/span&gt; Greenwich as 'Greenwitch' and not as 'Green-nich' or was that 'Green-itch' ? ( Haha ! Green Itch ! ) ... who cares really ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I had a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;monotonous&lt;/span&gt; day as Sonia, Denise and Phak Hoe were not present ! How can you do this ??? Me, all alone, with Shan !!! AAaaargh ... !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115079538139156318?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115079538139156318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115079538139156318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115079538139156318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115079538139156318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/06/greenwich-heated-debate-sprouted-in.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115061988559874525</id><published>2006-06-18T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:29:49.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sick In M&lt;/span&gt;ore Ways Th&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;an One !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel Malacca Sick ! A sense of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;longing&lt;/span&gt; wafted over me yesterday. I miss my family back in Malacca. I blame Denise. Denise, I blame you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out how much my mum knows about Denise's mum, and got the shock of my life. Didn't think my mum knew her family at all. Turns out my grandmother and Denise's grandmother ( her Nanny ... :) ) are friends. Then, later in the day, Sylvia ( my cousin back in Malacca ) smses and says she is with Denise right at that moment. I had a minor stroke. I called and chatted awhile with them. Sylvia knows Denise's sister, Rowena, through Rowena's boyfriend ( Denise, did I get that right ? I kinda &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;zoned&lt;/span&gt; out when I asked that question ! :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool ! Other than Desiree, I now have Denise as a friend back at &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Portuguese&lt;/span&gt; Settlement. I won't feel so lonely anymore. Everytime I go back to Malacca, I end up locked in my godfather's apartment, too shy to step out and see my cousins ( that, and the fact that my dad thinks I might get struck by lightning if I try to go and see them all by myself ! ). I like hanging out with Sylvia and Esther ( Sylvia's sister ) they're the funnest bunch ! I get to be myself around them, they so know how over-quadruply-insanely-mega-giga-protective my dad is !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Malacca&lt;/span&gt; Sick ! ... Denise, next time you go, I tumpang la !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Charmed &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt; has come to an end ! The final repeat of the show was aired today, and I watched it again ! All in all, I watched the finale for about 4 times already. Now it's permanently gone for good ! *I will totally completely 'lose it' after this post is published !*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Charmed&lt;/span&gt; !!! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having an overtly boring day. Wait ! I feel something's coming over me. I feel I'm turning psycho already. *&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;dum dum daa&lt;/span&gt;* - I've watched too many 70's and 80's shows !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should watch a good ol' 80's slasher flick. The one's like the main actress pokes a barbecue fork right through a guys head, or where one smashes two guys head into each other with it's bare hands ( Jason ) ! I feel &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;murderous&lt;/span&gt; ! Should stay away from my younger bro then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Psycho&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115061988559874525?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115061988559874525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115061988559874525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115061988559874525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115061988559874525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/06/sick-in-more-ways-than-one-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115045780785762375</id><published>2006-06-16T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T19:36:47.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pet&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;itio&lt;/span&gt;ning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise is right ! Being in V.I has taught me a lot of things that are '&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt;'-real life situations. Especially handling stupid people ( a clue, the name starts with a 'S' _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me today that there is only 4 months plus till STPM and I am still failing miserably. Mr.Lingam still insists that there is time, and my parents seem to not care if I fail or not ! ( I guess my parents are accustomed to see me fail throughout the year then do well or OK for the final exam ! *I'm &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; being perasan !!!* ... ) How am I to tell them that they should not depend on me like that ? This is not UPSR, PMR or SPM !!! It's STPM !!! I'm failing !!! I always find a way to dig my grave a little deeper than before ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a rather boring day. The FSC problem is still not settled. My idea to do a &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;petition&lt;/span&gt; to find support was accepted, but our teacher advisor seems to be sleeping on the idea. The teacher advisor ( I refrain from mentioning her name ), always makes our work much more harder. Because of her, our work gets delayed, she never informs us on what she does or wants to do ( and blame us for not 'psychicly' finding out ! ), and if possible, shifts blame on us ( so far of which, she has lately stopped doing that ! ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are we to &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;build up&lt;/span&gt; the council when all the support is lack-luster ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm going to get&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; drunk&lt;/span&gt; now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Denise ! Have &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;FUN in Malacca&lt;/span&gt; ya !!! Don't worry too much about the work you have! Remember, I offered to help !!! :) Just Relax ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115045780785762375?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115045780785762375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115045780785762375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115045780785762375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115045780785762375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/06/petitioning-denise-is-right-being-in-v.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115037530935143161</id><published>2006-06-15T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T20:41:49.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The F&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Members Need To Get Dr&lt;/span&gt;unk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More problems are arising for us board members ( of the Form Six Council ). Many teachers have taken offence into a game played during the treasure hunt yesterday. Valerie's station ( a treasure hunt pit stop ) involved teams to pass a hula-hoop from one member to the other without touching it and when finished, they needed to pass an orange only using their necks ( here is where the teachers &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;took offence&lt;/span&gt; ). They said it was disrespectful to involve Malay students to participate in that game. And so, complaints and gossip have now been passed along from one teacher to another in the teacher's room ( Ever wonder why the Malaysian education system is so bad ? Now you know why ... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another complaint was that each member of a team should not have tied their hands together in the order of boy-girl-boy ( to make it much more interesting and orderly, we decided that tying their hands would keep them together always ). &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Khalwat !&lt;/span&gt; They all complained. We left the lower sixers to decide how would they tie themselves ( and they were smart as they tied themselves with a single string linking between them - so there was space to not touch each other ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the previous post, we all know they also complained about the Cross-Dressing Game ( &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;see post below&lt;/span&gt; ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Pengajian Am teacher brought up his views on the 'tying of hands' in class today. Stupid-brainless-shithead of a Shantini countered him ( even before he finished his sentence ) and said that the students were 18 and were capable to think for themselves ( obviously she never attended shut-your-fucking-mouth-up school before ! ). Strike one ! Then she argued ( and whispered loudly that he was an idiot [ he did not hear/understand what she had said] ) Srike two ! She still did not shut her #ucking mouth up and thus &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;provoked&lt;/span&gt; him into a volcanic rage ! Strike three ! My class had to sit through a whole session of him scolding and shouting on how we ( FSC members ) had disrespected the Islamic religion and that he would not let us go off so freely ! ( Shantini has the brains of a cow's shit ! ). The fool ( SHANTINI !!! ) also ( trying to cover up her #ucking mistake ) said she didn't mean anything by what she said but she still brought up that the lower sixers are old enough to think for themselves again ! ( what kind of an apology was that ??? You say sorry and still say you were right ??? ... She was asking for a tight slap across her bloody face !!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have I met such a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fool&lt;/span&gt; in my life !!! What a total waste of shared oxygen upon this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of her, she dug a deeper hole for the FSC to climb out off ! She's not even in the board !!! What gave her the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; to say what she said ??? It is our business and we will handle it as we see fit !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#ucking-&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;attention seeking&lt;/span&gt;-fool of a girl !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am pissed ! and NO I am not sorry of what I think of her, Shantini. She does not deserve my respect as this is not the first time she has proved to be a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bane&lt;/span&gt; to humankind !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115037530935143161?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115037530935143161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115037530935143161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115037530935143161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115037530935143161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/06/fsc-members-need-to-get-drunk.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115028089690326079</id><published>2006-06-14T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T18:28:17.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Close Mind&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;edness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Are For B&lt;/span&gt;igots !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although today's orientation was &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; successful, there will always be a few downers in every situation. You can never be too happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Charmed has&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; ended&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, no matter how much I &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;deny&lt;/span&gt; it, Charmed will not come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I'm creating an &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;alternate&lt;/span&gt; reality where Charmed lives on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;nonsense&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Peanut Butter Race game was great ! Many were chocking on their dry bread and peanut butter. The lower sixers were all laughs. A good sign. The Treasure Hunt was even better ! I could feel the enjoyment in the air. No &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;complaints&lt;/span&gt; at all. The Tissue Race, got everyone hyped up. Cheers were heard near and far. The best of all ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gay Game ( ... Sonia fondly calls it ). This involved teammates choosing a guy and dressing him up in girl's clothing with make up and accessories too. And then later, parade them in a fashion catwalk show ( with song selections of their own ). Never expected the guys to be so &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;cooperative&lt;/span&gt;. Not a single objection was heard from the lower sixers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the show was going on ( with guest judges- Li-Shia, Boon Chong, Suzanne, Kian Ti and Amy ... I think Amy was there ??? ), some teachers payed the hall ( where we were in ) a visit. Here's where the problem starts. A certain person ( lets say an old hag born from her linkage to hypocrites past and present ! ) informed the Headmaster that, what we were doing was wrong and offensive ( I mean ... come on ! Get a life la ! this is the damn 21'st century ! If you wanna live in the past, go and live with PAS members la ! - a political party in Malaysia-. I refuse to conform to close mindedness in this day and age. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Do not impose&lt;/span&gt; your beliefs by using authority onto those who think that your beliefs sprouted from the pangs of society's lower class's shit ! This is not equality amongst Malaysians you filthy bigot ! ). Somehow, the Headmaster was informed that those who were taking part were only wearing bra's and panties ! ( look how far the truth can be stretched ? ) How #ucking stupid do you think we are ? The guys who took part wore only skirts, baby tee's and blouses with earrings, necklaces and make up. They are guys for goodness sake ! What the #uck is wrong ??? If they had no objections and neither did the crowd have any problems ( they asked to resume the game eventhough they knew it was cancelled ), why should we be stopped ??? Idiots ! If anyone wants to see pure stupidity in it's finest form, ... come to Malaysia ! We might as well still stay in tree tops ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before all this happened, I had lost my cool. After the treasure hunt, Phak Hoe was trying to give further annoucements, but the lower sixers were not paying any attention to him. He gave a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;stern warning&lt;/span&gt;, but that lasted 3 seconds. Tinesh lost it and scolded them, that lasted 10 seconds, in which Phak Hoe controlled his temper. Unfortunately, for me, that was the final straw and so, for the first time I blew up. I remember ( vaguely ) saying ( very loudly ) " Will you guys shut up and just sit there ( whilst pointing at the badminton court )" All this was said in a very pissed off manner. :) I was rather insulted as they disrespected not only me but the President himself !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We resumed the day's events in the open hall of the form six block. Everything still ended with a positive note. I felt the food provided for the lunch with the lower sixers was not very tasty ( but to others, ... they loved it ! ) ... I went home an hour after the orientation ended, I hanged out with Denise, Tinesh, Li-Shia, Priya and Joanne and did some cleaning up ( and also some &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;messing&lt;/span&gt; up ! ... only Denise would know ... :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115028089690326079?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115028089690326079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115028089690326079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115028089690326079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115028089690326079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/06/close-mindedness-are-for-bigots-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-115021730784382831</id><published>2006-06-14T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T00:48:27.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Cha&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;rm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;finale&lt;/span&gt; for Charmed for the second time. The story, I felt, had a befitting ending to the whole series. I grew up with Charmed/The Power Of Three. All eight years stuck within my me. Now, it is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some it is weird but to me, I feel like I like I have &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; something very close to me. Looks like I get emotionally attached to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Charmed&lt;/span&gt; was part of my essence of imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had to come to an &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt; and it was a good ending to it's chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-115021730784382831?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115021730784382831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=115021730784382831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115021730784382831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/115021730784382831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/06/charmed-i-just-finished-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114992827456959009</id><published>2006-06-10T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T16:48:12.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Confessi&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ons&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;On A Dan&lt;/span&gt;ce Floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was great. I met up with Buzzy, Sonia and Sham and we all headed off to the Royal Selangor Club (RSC) in/near/next to Dataran Merdeka. We wanted to &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;catch up&lt;/span&gt; with Buzzy, it had been a long time since we saw her. We were all laughs till we said goodbye. It was wonderful to see her. She lost weight. The food in RSC was scrumptious. I had been dying to have the lamb chop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to leave Buzzy around 2pm, because of the call of tuition. Sonia and I missed last weeks tuition and we were not about to &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; this weeks one too. Although I barely understood what sir was talking about, I never dozed off ! At least there's no guilt for missing tuition lingering within me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, at about 8pm, Thiru picked me up so we all can meet Sonia at her house. We were going clubbing ! Wooo Hooo ! So long since I had been on a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dance floor&lt;/span&gt;. All in all, there were about 6 of us; Thiru, Jana, Kash, Sonia, Sham and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Modestos&lt;/span&gt; in Jalan Ampang ( whilst watching the opening ceremony of the World Cup - lots of funnily dressed people ! Haha ! ). Then we headed off to Rum Jungle. The place was renovated, they had many sections created now ( I forgot which area was called what ! ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain to you people the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;types&lt;/span&gt; of people you'll meet on the dance floor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Gay Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; *There are some who can't dance ( you see them sticking their long arms here and there, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;whacking&lt;/span&gt; everything insight ! - Caution ! Bring extra padding when encountering these people. They also make funny nonsensical noises when songs are played ) *There are also those who can dance but keep to themselves. *And there are those who go around trying to seduce every male. ( They just come right up and dance with you, and if they mix with the gay men who can't dance, they will also join in making funny noises !!! )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Transvestites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, There are two types; *Some just stick to the dance floor dancing with women only ( you might mistaken them for &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lesbians&lt;/span&gt; ) * And there are some who just hang out at the bar waiting for some guy to have fun with, on the dance floor and ... in bed !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Drunken Old Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; She is the type who comes with the same aged boyfriend who never gets drunk ( but she &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;gets drunk&lt;/span&gt; even before 11pm ), then looses total control of herself ( boyfriend leaves without her by this time ), and so she continues dancing with 'The Horny White Men', almost having sex on the dance floor ( Gosh ! Grow Up ! ).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Horny White Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; They are the guys who pick girls up at the bar or on the dance floor and start dirty dancing with them ( they initiate &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dry humping&lt;/span&gt; [ it means dry meraba-raba/sex ] on the dance floor infront of everybody, but is ignored anyways ).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Horny African Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; They are the type who think they are so hot that they can get into any &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;woman's pants&lt;/span&gt;. They first start sweet talking, then move on to dancing, and then try to bed the woman they got hold off. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The High Class Prostitutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; They are &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;legal&lt;/span&gt; prostitutes ( I think ? ) who seduce the 'Horny White Men' or 'Horny African Men' to get money. They also perform on the stage with 'The Live Band' to promote themselves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Live Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; There's always one person who can't sing. In my case, the female vocalist was horrible ! She &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tried belting&lt;/span&gt; out Beyonce and a whole lot of Shakira songs. My ears were bleeding ! Sonia and I hated her style, she couldn't even get the crowd going ! The rest of the band was great !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Businessmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; They are the types who just want to hang out with &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt; to have fun. ( they are the OK people )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Guy Who Thinks He's Hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; There was this guy who &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;squeezed&lt;/span&gt; Sonia's hand while she was heading for the dance floor, thinking she would go after him. He did it so fast, we lost him in the crowd ! ( She didn't go after him ! Though, she wanted to kick his ass !!! )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Fat Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; When they start dancing, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;GET OUT OF THE WAY&lt;/span&gt; !!! They move here and there blindly knocking everyone ! They also seem to have the best dance moves but don't realize that they block and knock everything insight !!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Bitches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; They &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bitch stare&lt;/span&gt; at any other girl who is hotter than them. They even try showing off their dance moves with their boyfriends to start a bitch fight. Sonia and I showed them !!! Nobody can beat us !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The French Kissing Couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; This is the couple who &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;French kisses&lt;/span&gt; every 5 seconds ( when they're drinking, when they're dancing, when they're talking to other people !!! )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Bitch Who Is Proud Of Her Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; Also the 'French Kissing Couple'. She can't dance ! Keeps &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;rubbing&lt;/span&gt; every part of her boyfriend. She is so proud of him ! ( The boyfriend was muscular built and according to Sonia was good looking - I thought his face was a bit smashed ??? !!! ). Her mini skirt looked like it was going to tear at any moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 'I'm Hot' Gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; This is a bunch of some hot and not so hot girls who stand together and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;do nothing&lt;/span&gt; but look around !!! ( What's the point of coming then ??? )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are much more different characters on the dance floor but this were the people I saw last night. Sonia and had a great time&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; dancing through&lt;/span&gt; every song. We ended out night with the last dance to Madonna's song Hung Up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dance floor was &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;packed&lt;/span&gt;, and it was hot which made it all the better ( I know what you're thinking and it's not like that ! ). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I reached home at about 2.20am and woke today at 12.30pm ! The latest I've woken up to in this year ! ... I needed to loosen up and last night &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;proved&lt;/span&gt; to be the cure .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also watched the whole football game on wide screen TV whilst dancing. Everytime a goal was scored either by&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Germany&lt;/span&gt; or Costa Rica, a bell would be rung and people would be cheering ! I was rooting for Germany ! Needless to say, Germany won !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*when the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;first goal&lt;/span&gt; was scored ( by Germany might I add ), Shakira's Hips Don't Lie ( Bamboo Remix ) was played on the dancefloor !*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114992827456959009?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114992827456959009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114992827456959009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114992827456959009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114992827456959009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/06/confessions-on-dance-floor-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114982000525187660</id><published>2006-06-09T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:31:10.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;--Fi&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;le--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updating-&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Updating&lt;/span&gt;-Updating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many sad moments, terrible omens, all in the &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;glitz&lt;/span&gt; and glamour of TV world. It looks like a month of finales. Grey's Anatomy ended, The Scholar ends ( although, I don't watch it ) , Charmed is ending next week ( for good ! ) ... Did I make it clear ? Charmed is ending !!! No !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Phoebe. No Piper. No Paige. No Phoebe. No Leo. No Wyatt. No Phoebe. No Chris. No Phoebe. ... No Book of Shadows. No Demons. No Phoebe. No Magic. No Phoebe. No Whitelighters. No Phoebe !!! ... My life now is officially over ... &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;kill me&lt;/span&gt; ... there is nothing to live for anymore ( I'm a good example for, why 'Say No to TV' in government adds ) ... *cries hysterically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the movie X-Men - The Last Stand, didn't give me anything to live for again ( drama, drama, drama ! ) ... So many people died ! Die ! &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Die&lt;/span&gt; ! Die ! That's all their good for ! I was going like "Noooooooooo !!!" each time a character dies. I hate the scriptwriter ! How dare he ruin the very foundation of X-Men !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LaLaL&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;aL&lt;/span&gt;aLaLa-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. Haha ! What a funny day. The only sign of &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;doomsday&lt;/span&gt; was at the cinema whilst watching X-Men 3, and that was on the movie screen ! Poor San Francisco, they're gonna need lotsa moolah to get that city up and running again !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my parents anniversary. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; years. They celebrated it at The Perdana Lake Club ( God knows where it is ? The last time I went there was when I was in Form 1 ! ). The food was great. The company was horrible. Only all of my dad's friends were invited ! How much fun did you think I had ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, they all &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;adjourned&lt;/span&gt; to the bar where children below 18 years of age can't enter. Guess who had to take care of my sis, bro and my dad's friend's child ? ... 3 guesses ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate running around after children. That other child was a pain too. He had so many allergies, the one place where we could hang out was the one place his &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;allergies&lt;/span&gt; got the better of him. We spent the next 3-4 hours in the lobby listening to them play "I spy with my little eye ..." ( at this point, I could feel my brain melt and seep out through my ears )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents had a &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;great time&lt;/span&gt; ( we left Lake Club at 1.30am )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention my aunt, who is a &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;nun&lt;/span&gt;, was there to ! She was cracking jokes about nuns, priests and God. Irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my post &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;deleted&lt;/span&gt; itself earlier ... lost all hope to type again ... now it's back ... what the ... ???*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114982000525187660?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114982000525187660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114982000525187660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114982000525187660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114982000525187660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/06/finale-updating-updating-updating-so.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114940890233543201</id><published>2006-06-04T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T16:15:02.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SSssssss&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.... ! I'm St&lt;/span&gt;udying la !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny that I can &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;lose&lt;/span&gt; the mood to blog during the holidays. I seem to blog much more often when there is school !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pass three days and &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;two nights&lt;/span&gt; I have been home alone. My grandmother left to Rawang whilst my parents, sister and brother left for Malacca leaving me home alone to take care of my damn dog, Lucky. Since we had a dog ( my grandmother's idea ), going on trips are troublesome as someone has to stay home to look after Lucky. Lucky is an extremely fierce dog who can't be taken care of by anyone but my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from Wednesday till Friday evening, I was home alone. Being home alone isn't as all it's hyped up to be. I had to do all the &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;housework&lt;/span&gt;. Sweeping, cleaning, washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky is an extremely idiotic dog who follows me everywhere I go. He even waits outside the bathroom door when I am bathing, he &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;whines&lt;/span&gt; when left alone and annoys the life out of me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel lonely when I was home alone ( I guess I can stay away from anyone). Nights didn't seem sinister at all, infact, all my normal &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;qualms&lt;/span&gt;/paranoia at night were surprisingly non-present ! I thought the biggest problems I might face would be at night ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even managed to go to tuition on Thursday and come home without any worries or regret ! I got side tracked on my way to tuition on Friday. Sonia, Sham and I had lunch at the Royal Selangor Club before tuition. We reached there a bit late and the food came very late, maybe we should have ordered a few dishes only. Our eyes were &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;bigger&lt;/span&gt; than our stomachs I guess ... We never went for tuition. At our table, in front of everyone, Sonia and I made a pact that we would not miss tuition in the coming week !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was rather fun, although we ( Sonia, Sham and I ) were supposed to go rock climbing at 1 Utama in &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Camp 5&lt;/span&gt;, but that didn't happen because it was rather expensive for me at this time. We decided to go some other time, and bring along more friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1U, we caught The Da Vinci Code. I didn't really like how they changed some parts of the book. Many small details were altered and that didn't impress me. I felt the ending was a tad offensive ( but &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;superb&lt;/span&gt; if you discount the religious implication it made ). Throughout the whole movie, Sonia kept asking all kinds of questions ... Why is it like that Conrad ? ... What do they mean Conrad ? ... Why did she do that Conrad ? ... Who is this Conrad ? .... Conrad ! Conrad ! Conrad !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Waffle World for breakfast, at &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Thai&lt;/span&gt; Nudle House for lunch, and at Starbucks for no reason at all. We ate so much ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took a tour in camp 5 to find out more about rock climbing. I saw a guy and I'm positive it was Ashraf Sinclair but Sonia said it wasn't because Sham said that guy works there ! I noticed all the people who work there have a uniform and that look-a-like ( It is him ! ) wasn't wearing the uniform. Sonia was practically &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;drooling&lt;/span&gt; at the guy who was giving us the tour. I have to admit, he was handsome. But, the way he talked sounded really funny, like he took too much sleeping pills and his tongue seemed to have slept off !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was surprising ! After Mass at Holy Rosary and breakfast at Brickfields, my dad made a promise to me, my sis, and my brother on the way home. According to him, if I get straight A's in STPM I would a get a car of my own ( either a &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Myvi&lt;/span&gt;, Gen2 or a second hand Mercedes ! ... I chose the Myvi ) and a handphone of my choice. I acually made a pact with my mum that I would only want a handphone. My sis, if she did well too, she would get a new handphone and my brother was promised any toy that he would like. I was shocked ! A car ? Wow !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the ... ? I should be&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; studying&lt;/span&gt; for those 4 A's ! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;conRad&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114940890233543201?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114940890233543201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114940890233543201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114940890233543201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114940890233543201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/06/ssssssssshhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114890607725588770</id><published>2006-05-29T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T20:39:06.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fal&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pret&lt;/span&gt;ences&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sonia's home today under the &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;pretence&lt;/span&gt; of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia + Conrad + Shamelan + Sabrina = NO STUDYING AT ALL ( just uncontrollable laughing ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia wanted me to try her cooking. She made Tom Yam Soup and Sambal Ikan Bilis, both which were very tasty. However, making it was &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;troublesome&lt;/span&gt;. First, Sonia had all the ingredients messed up ( she combined two steps of the recipe and added the wrong amounts located for 2 ingredients ). Then, Sham thought his culinary skills surpasses both mine and Sonia's and added 4 spoons of salt into the sambal and added much more fish sauce than the supposed amount to the Tom Yam !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia and I spent the rest of our morning fixing the Tom Yam and the sambal. The Tom Yam at first tasted like sweet lime juice. Then after many &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;improvisations&lt;/span&gt;, it finally tasted like it should be ! In between all this, Sonia and I were, well ... playing and laughing a whole lot. We looked like a bunch of psycho cooks ! But, We CAN cook !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamelan + Cooking = Disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time. After lunch, we all &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;pigged&lt;/span&gt; out on junk food ( Apollo junk food ) ... I never eat these stuff ! Today was a day where I tried new things ( new unhealthy things ) ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed home for tuition at 3pm. I finally passed Sabrina's &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;birthday present&lt;/span&gt; to her ( it was for her birthday ... last year ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm sitting here sneezing to &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;glory&lt;/span&gt; ! Damn my allergies !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114890607725588770?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114890607725588770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114890607725588770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114890607725588770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114890607725588770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/05/false-pretences-i-went-to-sonias-home.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114881877094368943</id><published>2006-05-28T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T20:19:31.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;y !!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whi&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Part&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ex&lt;/span&gt;actly ???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;This post was supposed to be posted after my chemistry exam &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would love to say that I proved Mr. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Whatchamacallit&lt;/span&gt; ( Kali ) wrong but life is not that good. Chemistry turned out to be as horrible as maths. What can I say really ? I never studied ( just at the last moments ), how would you think I did ? Wait ! Don't answer that ! Keep it to yourself. I DON'T want to know ( cos' I know already ... what I'm doing is called being in DENIAL ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even this whole entry was &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;formulated&lt;/span&gt; ( a word just copied off of my exam paper ) during this exam. I wrote all this down on my testpad, just desperately waiting for two hours to pass so that later I can type this post out on my computer ! ... And people wonder why I can't pass my exams ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just moments ago, Steph sms-ed. She had a bad biology exam. I guess the both of us deserve what we are getting today. We &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;slacked&lt;/span&gt; off and this is the repay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Holidays ! Why &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thou art&lt;/span&gt; so far ? I cannot wait for four more days !!! I need all the rest I can get ( or at least all the study time I desperately need to utilize ! ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flunking yet another sub ! I so need to pass my PA and bio exams, then , at least the two red marks on my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;report card&lt;/span&gt; don't seem so bad when I've improved in two other subs. I just hope so ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Well, we all know how that turned out ! I still don't know why I didn't post this whole entry when I wrote it ?&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-co&lt;/span&gt;nR&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ad- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114881877094368943?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114881877094368943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114881877094368943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114881877094368943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114881877094368943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/05/easy-which-part-exactly-this-post-was.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114881246484875224</id><published>2006-05-28T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T18:41:26.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Venice&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-ing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thr&lt;/span&gt;ough ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week ( a few days ago ), my mum signed my lil' sis, lil'bro, grandmother, me and herself  for a 5-hour trip to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;South&lt;/span&gt; Mines. It was a Rm5 trip inclusive of a boat ride, an Alfresco lunch and a to-fro transport ( a luxury coach as the brochure put it ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, we had to be at Cheras Leisure Mall at Fitness First to board our bus with the other people taking this 5-hour trip. The trip there was quite peaceful. As soon as my family stepped into the waiting lobby, we were &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ushered&lt;/span&gt; for the boat ride. The driver ( of the boat ) , was rather friendly, and sometimes annoying as he tried speaking in Cantonese. I have better Cantonese skills than him, and it irritated me that he got every word wrong ! The Chinese people in the boat only could smile sheepishly at him as he broke every word into a million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boat ride was a tour of the new South Lake of The Mines. He showed us the new island where bungalows would be built, ministers' homes, and the Venice Walk which connected to the Mines Shopping Complex and the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;entrance &lt;/span&gt;to the Mines Wonderland. I never knew how beautiful The Mines is. I loved the boat ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after the ride, we were taken to see the show rooms for the new apartments that would be built. The apartment rooms are are service apartments with a hotel flair to each design. It was beautiful but also costly. My mum and I knew that the idea of the trip was to promote the new homes, but why waste a perfectly &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cheap&lt;/span&gt; trip to The Mines ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alfresco lunch turned out to be very tasty fried mee-hoon, chicken rendang and a lot of assorted desserts ranging from curry puffs to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; cakes. The sitting area for lunch was also very scenic, we ate by the lake. It was so beautiful, regretted not having a camera !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride back to Leisure Mall turned out to be a bit restless. There was a child crying non-stop ! Now I remember why I &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dislike&lt;/span&gt; little children !!! ( well, I don't dislike them always, just when they're annoying ! ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah ! My brother was a pain in my ass ( as always ), and I made friends with an old couple ! I always seem to make friends with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;old people&lt;/span&gt; whenever I feel like there is none I can connect with aside from my mum and sis ! ... Odd ! o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114881246484875224?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114881246484875224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114881246484875224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114881246484875224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114881246484875224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/05/venice-ing-through.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114881046200312559</id><published>2006-05-28T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T18:01:02.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Rain Dro&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Are Falling On&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y Head ... They Keep Falling ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week was partially taken up with exams. Judging from my past posts, the exams proved to be a strain on my &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;pysche&lt;/span&gt;. I'm beat and I'm too tired to get up. Maths and chemistry tested my shallow memory capabilities and biology heighten my crapping abilities. Out of four subs, I think I only managed to improve on one sub, Pengajian am. That is, 'I think' being the very operative word !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was the beginning of the Teacher's Day celebrations. Basically, the sports events between teachers and students &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;kicked off&lt;/span&gt; on this day. From football to netball matches, and a treasure hunt relay the teachers proved to be quite fit ( well, some of em' ). I only came to school around 11am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the Ascension of the Lord and so I headed for Mass in Infant Jesus Convent at around 6.30am. Mass ended around 7.40 am and so I had plenty of time to go to school but I wanted to watch the live &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;finale&lt;/span&gt; of American Idol ! So after a very long breakfast ( which made me very very anxious, because I really wanted to catch the show in time !!! ) we headed home, to which, upon arrival, I ran to turn on the tv. For a whole hour I patiently stared at the idiot box praying for a miracle that Katherine would win. My prayers usually never work for these kind of things, I guess God liked Taylor too. Straight after the finale, I headed to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached school, I first met Denise. The whole day consisted of me chit-chatting with Denise, Suzanne and Li-Shia, and also changing ideas and dirty thoughts on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with Sonia, Boon Chong, Phon, Lik Wen and Ee Mun ! Not forgetting the occasional insults thrown back and forth between Sonia and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day to relax la ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday happened to be quite a hectic day. This was the day where everything would be done solely for the teacher's entertainment. At first everything got a bit messy. Those who were giving out the presents had a few mishaps. We presented the presents a bit late, the cake for the teachers never came out and Phak Hoe had the cake's &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;icing&lt;/span&gt; on his butt !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else ran smoothly for the second half of the event/show. Even the teachers got up on stage to sing a few songs ! They all looked drunk, like someone had spiked their drinks or something.Li-Shia ( the MC for the day ) did great work ( no matter what the other lower forms did or say ! ). Ben and Kian Ti looked &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;frazzled&lt;/span&gt;, but they pulled everything off without a hitch ( eventhough, they were a bit dramatic when a teacher told me to ask to add another small show from Fang Hai !!! ) ... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ! I went to tuition with red stains on my precious long-sleeved shirt !!! That stupid cake !!! *&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;fiery&lt;/span&gt; red eyes* I helped Phak Hoe carry the cake and the icing got all over my tie and in-turn, on my shirt !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition was normal. I felt really sleepy. Must be all that eating before we ( Denise, Suzanne and I  ) went to tuition. Denise, Suzanne and I had multiple amounts of chocolate cake, ( we were trying to finish the cake that was given to the teachers and also finish Jien Ting's 'mock' birthday cake ). We found &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Illya&lt;/span&gt; ( I forgot how to spell his name ) and got him to eat three sizeable pieces of chocolate cake. Later, we left him to deal with the cake all by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tuition, it &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;poured&lt;/span&gt; like mad. Even Lai's umbrella was no match against the strong winds and harsh rain.It was more than 'rain drops are falling on my head' ... All of us, namely Steph, Des, Lai and I went home soaking wet and freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114881046200312559?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114881046200312559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114881046200312559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114881046200312559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114881046200312559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/05/rain-drops-are-falling-on-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114820158531659726</id><published>2006-05-21T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T16:53:05.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The Stu&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dents'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;alm 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not flunk;&lt;br /&gt;He keepeth me from lying down when I should be studying.&lt;br /&gt;He leadeth me beside the water cooler for a study break;&lt;br /&gt;He restores my faith in study guides.&lt;br /&gt;He leads me to better study habits&lt;br /&gt;For my grades' sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, tho' I walk through the valley of borderline grades,&lt;br /&gt;I will not have a nervous breakdown;&lt;br /&gt;For Thou art with me;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers and my friends, they comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;Thou givest me the answers in moments of blankness;&lt;br /&gt;Thou anointest my head with understanding,&lt;br /&gt;My test paper runneth over with questions I recognize.&lt;br /&gt;Surely passing grades and flying colors shall follow me&lt;br /&gt;All the days of examinations;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall not have to dwell in this university&lt;br /&gt;Forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copied it off of Denise's blog ... Just replace the word 'university' with wherever you're studying lah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad I read this prayer just now, made me hit my books again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114820158531659726?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114820158531659726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114820158531659726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114820158531659726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114820158531659726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/05/students-psalm-23-lord-is-my-shepherd.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114809894935473636</id><published>2006-05-20T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T12:22:29.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Anoth&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;State O&lt;/span&gt;f Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; is in another place. My life is looking back at the road not taken. I'm still as confused as I first came in into V.I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lower sixes finally registered themselves to the life of STPM in V.I. I sincerely hope they know what they're putting themselves through. For me, there is no time for regrets. I didn't fight harder for what I wanted and so this is my&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; disastrous&lt;/span&gt; fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's math exam put me in a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;somber&lt;/span&gt; mood that lasts till today. I better snap out of it soon because I so need to study for my chemistry exam. I let down my math teacher and I'm not about to prove Mr. Kali right by failing my chemistry paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time management. Time management is something I seriously need to work on. I have not one ounce of will power in my blood. Maybe I am a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;free-spirit&lt;/span&gt; after all ? A free-spirit trapped in the Malaysian Education System !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to carry on doing something you greatly dislike. How can some people just plough through, doing something they &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; ? I'll never understand that. My brain just shuts down when I continue hating what I do. Can you ever love something you hate ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never makes any &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt;. Not one bit of it ever makes any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, at certain &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;turning&lt;/span&gt; points is just senseless !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where's the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;SENSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in that ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114809894935473636?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114809894935473636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114809894935473636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114809894935473636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114809894935473636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-state-of-mind-my-heart-is-in.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114803378153824691</id><published>2006-05-19T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T18:16:21.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Hap&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;py&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Tree Fr&lt;/span&gt;iends ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The math exam was extremely horrible  ... the following should show you how my day was ; ... erm ... not for the faint hearted ... I'm warning you ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3wsKiu48as"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3wsKiu48as&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3wsKiu48as"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;co&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114803378153824691?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114803378153824691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114803378153824691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114803378153824691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114803378153824691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-tree-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114785875894277306</id><published>2006-05-17T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T17:39:18.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Bante&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On A&lt;/span&gt;nd On.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worried. I am &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;worried&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is becoming a little like a jam on a Malaysian highway after 5pm. So many things at one time. The &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Form Six&lt;/span&gt; Council is having a huge strain on it's back. The Board Of Monitors is quite disorganized. Classmates seem like Osama Bin Laden. Me ? I feel like Hitler or maybe the Queen of Hearts from Alice In Wonderland ... "Off with their heads !!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why I take on so much responsibilities ? Then Sonia strikes me with a remark like, "Cos, you can never say &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;N O&lt;/span&gt; !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just regret not being able to share anything with someone closer than a 'friend' ... if you know what I mean ... No no ! That's not it ! I feel free without being &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tied&lt;/span&gt; up in a relationship. Plus with the luck I've been having, I think I'll just remain single, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PA exam seemed quite calming. I mean, I wasn't &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;panicky&lt;/span&gt; or shaky. I'm just hoping I did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much work ! I need to study ... errr ... I mean practice my math and type out a few paragraphs for the orientation booklets and and, ... I still want to watch American Idol ! I'm just too tired to lift my hands and eyes and coordinate it to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;focus&lt;/span&gt; on my ever so dusty math book. I think I'm giving in into my dark side. The side where I just want to be an American Biker. You know, the people who have no responsibilities and 'bike' around the U.S like a free bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, snapping out of my daze ! I'm having those 'I wish' moments. You know what ? The truly Malaysian way to say &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; at a time like this is, "Wateverla"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-wa&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;teve&lt;/span&gt;rla-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114785875894277306?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114785875894277306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114785875894277306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114785875894277306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114785875894277306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/05/bantering-on-and-on.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15823458.post-114759817601290161</id><published>2006-05-14T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T17:16:16.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Merc&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;edes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bat&lt;/span&gt;eman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt; is a day where most people celebrate their mothers and even grandmothers but this day, I honour it to my gran-aunt, Mercedes Bateman. Don't get me wrong, I did celebrate this day with my mother and both of my grandmothers by acknowledging the day, giving presents and sending/showering many 'thank you's ' but, I feel the person who also deserves acknowledgement is my gran-aunt.This woman, at the age of 70+ still remembers every child in my family that she took care off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the mid-50's and early-60's, my gran-aunty, or aunty May I fondly call her, sacrificed her whole life looking after her nieces and nephews. Most &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;married men&lt;/span&gt; in my family ( her brothers, about 13 of them ) had working wives, and so my aunty May took the role of surrogate mother to my dad, my godmother and all their cousins !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She toiled at her home doing household chores, looking after and providing much love to her nephews and nieces. Many grew&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; attached&lt;/span&gt; to her. As each one of her nephews and nieces grew up, many forgot the sacrifices she made. My aunty May gave up her life and everything that made her happy including her love-life( she is a spinster ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years, my aunty May suffered much &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;scorn&lt;/span&gt; from the mothers of the children she took care off. They were jealous that their children had gotten attached to my aunty May. My aunty May never took anything they did or said, to heart. She is very pious thus, she believes in forgiving and forgetting ( something I admire most ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who remembered her, took her in their home as ailments of old age struck her poor soul. My family regularly visited her and enjoyed the short stays at our home. She too looked after me and my siblings. When I was young, I loved to play with her gold bangles ( I spun them here and there and everywhere ). She was always there when I needed her most. At her age, you would think she would be living a little in the past, but that is not the case with her, she lives for the future. However, as the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;years crept by&lt;/span&gt;, her ailments intensified and it was time to place her in an old folks home as she needed assistance from nurses and physicians. My family and my uncles ( not closely related but grew up with her too ) found the most prestigious place so that she could recover. When she was leaving, it broke all our hearts eventhough she was moving to a place so nearby to my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is recovering now. My family visits her regularly. And, she seems extremely happy. Although there are still some who &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;murmur&lt;/span&gt; mean things about her, it is ignored. My aunty May has suffered so much. Now she deserves the best. She had called earlier and we chatted for awhile. I miss her dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunty May ... a mother like no other ! ... &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114759817601290161?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114759817601290161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114759817601290161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114759817601290161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114759817601290161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/05/mercedes-bateman-mothers-day-is-day.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114752066963723239</id><published>2006-05-13T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:44:29.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;Happy Bir&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;thday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Li-S&lt;/span&gt;hia &lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happpee&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;eeeee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bird-ddda&lt;/span&gt;aayyyeeeeee !!!&lt;/strong&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/15823458-114752066963723239?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114752066963723239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114752066963723239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114752066963723239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114752066963723239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-li-shia-happpeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114751947449405300</id><published>2006-05-13T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:28:45.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Glimpses O&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;f &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The Past ( Nobody Shoul&lt;/span&gt;d Have To ... ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get it ! I understand how some people who have so many distractions in life manage to set it all aside and study. They &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;channel&lt;/span&gt; everything they have, be it anger, frustration or hurt into something positive, something ... well, like ... studying !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have all this pent up anger which can be put to good use. Acually, it kinda works ( I don't really waste much time anymore ... I guess people like Denise and Li-Shia kinda &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;unconsciously&lt;/span&gt; gave me a good smack on my head ! ... Ouch ! ... Thanks guys ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my grandfather passed away and before I had a maid ( I don't have one now either ... she was sent back 2 months after my grandfather passed away ) my grandmother just ruined any part of my life that was and is happy. She is starting back everything all over again. The good thing from this ? ... More &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;anger&lt;/span&gt; to fuel me to study ! I bet by now Li-Shia *terpelanting* already ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm determined to not let the &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;past&lt;/span&gt; creep back up on me. I fell through it's clutches once and I'm not letting my siblings go through it. It was no proper way to live. Imagine everything you did or said was wrong, having fun was not mature for someone like me, I'm ugly for not being fair skinned, and if you are fair skinned, it's still not fair enough, you were born pre-stupid, and having an outside life is extremely sinful. My grandmother ( she can dwell on what she wants till kingdom come ) was born stupid and that's one gene none in my family inherited !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114751947449405300?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114751947449405300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114751947449405300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114751947449405300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114751947449405300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/05/glimpses-of-past-nobody-should-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114742456172681702</id><published>2006-05-12T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T17:02:41.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My Na&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;me Is Conrad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm Addicted T&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;o Blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mid-year exam is clearly 4 1/2 days away and yet a single book has not been opened and read. I have seriously missplaced my priorities. I think I know what I want to do now. My decision comes from a series of events that took place within this month, beginning with the day of dissecting a rat till the day I watched &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt; and had my palm read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although exams are closely around the corner, I have taken the liberty to try and pull off a miracle. Which is to study, at least read something and not fail miserably in my exams. all this time I just kept putting up a &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;barrier&lt;/span&gt; and I think it's time that it comes down. I mean, how long am I going to play this foolish games ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maybe dramatic but not stupid, certainly not stupid ! For now my roller-coaster trail shall not encounter any loops or hills for I shall&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; forbid&lt;/span&gt; it to take that path. Maybe Pn. Vasantha is right, it's time to be selfish ( ... eeerrr ... maybe just a little selfish eh ? ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I am to fulfill my current &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ideologies&lt;/span&gt; ( 'dreams' sounded to cliche' ) ... This whole 'post' sounds cliche !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt; with you !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-conR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114742456172681702?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114742456172681702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114742456172681702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114742456172681702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114742456172681702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114740830397269818</id><published>2006-05-12T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T12:31:44.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Re&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;stles&lt;/span&gt;sing ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday seemed like a hectic day ( but it wasn't ), it just 'felt' hectic. The night before, I had trouble sleeping because I worrying about MUET's Speaking exam. I was afraid that I might choke and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;crap tremendously&lt;/span&gt;. So, going to school yesterday, was like walking to my death ( like jumping of a plank from a pirate's ship ... I think I'm influenced by the upcoming movie sequel to 'Pirates Of The Caribbean' ! ). I spent most of my time in U6BF freaking out infront of Li-Shia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in time I found out that I was the first group to be tested for the 2cd session ! I freaked even more but not infront of my team mates, they looked like beyond the point of freaking ( like they had ran out of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; in their whole body !!! ). Li-Shia helped me mostly in calming down by bringing out my silliness. The people we annoyed on that day were beyond words as we drove them crazy. Poor Phon. Haha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 11 O'clock inched ever so close, my classmates and I headed to the quarantine area ( apparently we were supposed to escape the outside world and not be influenced by it .... eeerrr ... or something like that ! ). Being the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;first team&lt;/span&gt; to be tested, we didn't spend much time in quarantine. As we walked to the room for our exam, I seemed less jittery and when I sat at the table appointed, my nervousness dissipated !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam came and went ! I think I spoke well. At least better than the other times ! Cool ! I had such an easy title; Explain on the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;main reasons&lt;/span&gt; why University graduates are unemployed and being candidate A my reason given; Poor language and communicative skills. Candidate B, C and D, had the following; Too choosy with jobs, Chose the wrong course of studying and no skills, and No maturity and interpersonal skills. In the second task, we had to come up with the main reason why graduates are unemployed from the reasons previously given to us !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my group members faced a few bumps, everything went rather smoothly ! ... I am so so happy everything is finally over now ! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoping&lt;/span&gt; for the best !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;nRa&lt;/span&gt;d-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114740830397269818?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114740830397269818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114740830397269818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114740830397269818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114740830397269818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/05/restlessing.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114725453527036889</id><published>2006-05-10T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T17:48:55.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ban&lt;/span&gt;ana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Le&lt;/span&gt;af&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia and I had planned to meet up in Petaling Street today, along with Sham of course ! ( because we are finally &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt; to hang out with each other outside of school ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we met up with Jega at Kolej Bandar because Sonia had to collect some notes ( she skipped tuition ). Then we headed of to Lembah Klang or is it Lebuh Klang ? Whatever lah ! We had &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;'Banana Leaf'&lt;/span&gt; for lunch ( an Indian culture where rice and all kinds of food of your choice, is put on a large banana leaf;as a plate ). Needless to say, I as usual, would never conform to normal Indian culture and so, I ate 'Banana Leaf' with a fork and spoon ( you are supposed to eat with your fingers ! ) YES PEOPLE ! I ATE WITH A FORK AND SPOON ! Laugh as you may, but I'm the one with clean germ-free fingers, not smelling of the food you ate mashed together into a gigantic ball !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sham burst out laughing &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;half-way&lt;/span&gt; through his meal because the man behind him said, "Look ! That boy over there is eating 'Banana Leaf' with a fork and spoon !"whilst laughing. Idiots ! Let me be lah !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished with lunch, we had nothing to do and it started to rain. So we ran here and there when finally Sonia said that Sham and her should have their fortune told by those Indian men who sit by the shops with &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;beautiful birds&lt;/span&gt; in cages. Sonia had her palm read and all and according to Sham it was practically all right. The palmist even said that she had dropped her handphone earlier near a puddle of water ! ( No one could have known that ! It happened in Petaling Street when Sham knocked her handphone out of her hand !!! ) ... so freaky ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two were freaked out after the palmist got their palms read and persuaded me to do it also. And so I did. Firstly, the &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;palmist&lt;/span&gt; spread a stack of cards out and lets the parrot ( I think thats what it was ? ) he keeps choose a card. It chose a card with a number 15 on it. Then he opened the card after confirming it with the bird. The bird understood everything he said. So he told Sham in Tamil everything about my characteristic and then he took my right palm and read it. As I was sitting down there listening to him explain everything to Sham, I freaked out because Sham either kept quiet or laughed !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sham said he'd tell me everything the guy said after it was over, and so we sat in a restaurant ( and ordered &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;teh-tarik&lt;/span&gt; ) while Sham was explaining everything to me. Whoa ! Damn freaky man ... it sounded all true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt; stopped, we headed back to Kolej Bandar so that Sonia could get her notes from Jega and then we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great day ! Running in rain, getting &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;freaked&lt;/span&gt; out and browsing here and there ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114725453527036889?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114725453527036889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114725453527036889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114725453527036889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114725453527036889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/05/banana-leaf-sonia-and-i-had-planned-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114700004600215543</id><published>2006-05-07T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T18:26:43.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Son&lt;/span&gt;ata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry mostly cost it makes me complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mostly cry to sleep in ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh mostly to keep us in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I die for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I die for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I die mostly to set us free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try mostly to make you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why worry and cry and sigh and die and try ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all we ever needed was ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To look past our eyes&lt;br /&gt;and see the soul within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To look into the doors of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;and quench the body off of questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114700004600215543?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114700004600215543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114700004600215543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114700004600215543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114700004600215543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/05/soul-sonata-i-worry-for-you-i-worry.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114697064021955058</id><published>2006-05-07T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T10:57:27.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Unexp&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ecting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Con&lt;/span&gt;certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wee hours of the morning of Saturday, I attended Pn Jaya's MUET class in V.I. Sonia and I were early so we decided to pay a visit to '&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kali&lt;/span&gt;' ( currently residing in a box in my class ). She seemed agitated and scared. I brought food for her ( the whittish outer layer of a pau ) ... she didn't seem interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MUET class was quite okay, Pn. Jaya gave us notes on certain topics that might come up for our '&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-so-nearing&lt;/span&gt; Speaking exam. Half way during the class, people were fogging the Form Six Block's compound, trying to get rid of the ever-so-dangerous Aedes mosquitoes. They fogged so much, that even closing all the classroom windows and doors didn't work ! The fog seeped through every possible open crack or space ! The classroom was filled with greyish smoke, like we were caught in a fire or something !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much coughing and hacking, class ended much to Sonia's delight. We both met up with Sham and had breakfast in Petaling Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I reached home, I wanted to try on my outfit for tonight's concerto. Much to my dismay, everything ( from shirt, pants and coat ) did not match ! I frantically &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ransacked&lt;/span&gt; every cupboard in the house searching for pants that were brown and I could fit into. After an hour and a half ... I gave up !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime before getting ready for the outing, I decided on the first outfit I tried on earlier ... that seemed to me as the only thing that closely matched each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was early and so I completed a walk through KLCC and also used the full services of the RM2.00 toilet. Somewhere on the 3rd or 4th floor, I almost bumped into &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tun Dr. Mahathir&lt;/span&gt;. I hadn't realised that I almost knocked down our former Prime Minister ! All I could do was give a very discomforted smile and run off . Oh dear ! Imagine the headlines in News Straits Times today ~ Boy Kills Tun Dr. Mahathir-Claiming He Honestly Didn't See Him ! ... with my shocked face on the front cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Steph, Desiree, Rebecca, Raveena and Jim arrived, we headed to SeRooms? Sherooms ? Shrooms ? ... errr .... I forgot how you spell that ... !? The food was not bad but the service seemed a bit disjointed, like a rusty engine. I had a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Caesar Salad&lt;/span&gt; with Basil Chicken. It was beautiful and quite tasty but I couldn't finish it. The dish was a bit Malaysianised because they added deep fried cubes of tofu and fried onions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that the food came late, all of us rushed to the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MPO&lt;/span&gt; ( Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra place ). Steph, Desiree, Rebecca, Jim, Audrey and I were seated on the balcony whilst Raveena and Lai were seated on the ground floor ( the same level as the orchestra ). The MPO's architecture is so beautiful and so were their toilets. I kept checking myself out in the full length mirrors after peeing ( which I did a lot of ... - the place is freaking cold !!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piano conerto was great although the slow pieces were a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tad boring&lt;/span&gt;. After the interval, the orchestra played their pieces. It was great but my sleepiness caught up with me, therefore I yawned about a million times .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it ended, we met up with the rest( of Stephanie's gang on the lower floor, leaving both me and Rebecca blurred out ! ). Suddenly, out of nowhere, Raveena starts jumping, telling me she saw Li-Shia. Li-Shia ? Here ? True enough, we met Li-Shia. I was greeted with a loud "Conrad ?", from &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Li-Shia&lt;/span&gt;. We three ( because Li-Shia wasn't alone - she had a friend named Rachel .. I think ? ... I'm not very good at remembering things ! all I remember is that her friend reminded me of another friend I had ) took many many pictures posing left, right, up, down, sideways and other ways. Seeing that I had to leave fast, all three of us took the Putra and Star LRT's home, together. We chatted like there was no tomorrow. I'm still stunned you know Li-Shia ! ... Was very very happy to see you there . HeHe !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my dad told me that I happened to lock him and my mum out of the house. I thought they were home already before I left KLCC last night ! Whoops ! My mistake. I guess that's why my handphone rang in the middle of the night ! ( I didn't bother picking it up ! ... I was too tired ! ) ... I went for the 7am Mass again in IJ Convent, was extremely sleepy ! I tried my best not to doze of during the sermon. It didn't work ! ... Later I'm gonna go see my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;grandma&lt;/span&gt; ( my mum's mom ). My dad's dropping her off at the bus station. She too came for the wedding my mum and dad went for last night ! ... I miss my grandma a lot ! I hardly see her know-a-days ! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;~co&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114697064021955058?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114697064021955058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114697064021955058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114697064021955058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114697064021955058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/05/unexpecting-concerto-in-wee-hours-of.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114684186185058829</id><published>2006-05-05T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:11:02.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chroni&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;cling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The Chr&lt;/span&gt;onicles O&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Chronic&lt;/span&gt;ling Chronicle&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting has been tough lately, specially when you see all your friends vowing to update their blogs only on weekends, sighting the mid-year exams and STPM as their main reason. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I resent them in doing so, I admire how they are able to set aside their 'pleasures' and focus on their &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;priorities&lt;/span&gt;. I for one, have no will power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was quite eventful. Many 'Firsts' for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After how many months, I was finally installed as monitor of U6BM, it being somewhat a 'first' installation procedure in many many years ( I have not gone through one in a long time). Not quite as I expected. I mean, my classmates knew how&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; important&lt;/span&gt; this was to me, sadly no one showed any support. It's sad that my friends from other classes had much more encouragement and support ( and for that, I thank you guys/gals ). Jeniffer said that there wasn't any point coming to school on that day because my installation will take long and Shook Yee hid up in class because , in her own words, ... "I wasn't feeling like going" ... *heaves a big sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 'firsts' - Being shouted at by a teacher who hardly scolds anyone. It wasn't my fault but I wasn't given a chance to explain. It was just a simple &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;misunderstanding&lt;/span&gt;. But, it was blown out of proportion.Was quite down after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was sadly a day filled with much &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DOOM&lt;/span&gt;. My MUET exam did not go as well as I expected. After finishing the Reading Comprehension Paper, Sonia pointed out a silly mistake I made. I stupidly over interpreted the question. The Writing Paper was a disaster as well. I took too long to write the summary, leaving little time to finish the essay with the topic - Education today should focus on producing creative individuals. ... What the ... ??? *bawls out crying* Then then, the Listening Paper was equally horrible !!! It was very confusing ... Why ? Why ? !!!Stupid MUET exam !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Rat Dissection Week&lt;/span&gt; ! ( sounds like a show taken off from National Geographic ) For me, the dissection went fairly well. Although, I did slice my middle finger on the left hand. It bled profusely. Amongst all the threats of failing me, coming from Pn. Hasnani, Shantini helped me clean and put medicine on my wound. Just after plastering up my wound, I felt woozy. Then I felt like throwing up. As I was looking for the nearest place to throw up, I realised I was losing my eyesight. Thats when it struck me that I was on the verge of fainting. All I managed to do is tell Shantini that I am going to faint. Upon instruction, I closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: never try breathing deeply when almost fainting, it makes fainting feel worse !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rested near Pn Hasnani for about a minute, just as long as I lost the feeling of being weak. Pn. Hasnani playfully said that if I fainted she'd leave me there as I was too heavy to be picked up. Haha ! Very funny ! Who tells that to a person feeling extremely sick ? Maybe I should've have vomited near/on her ?! Then she'd shut up ! I guess I almost fainted because I had not eaten the whole day and I lost quite a lot of blood ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dissection, I chose to play with my dissection kit resulting in another cut on my middle finger of my right hand ! Pn. Hasnani said I was mad and the lab assistant said," You ? Again !" ... all I could do was give a very sheepish smile ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also settled the problem between the teacher who shouted at me and ... well .. me ! I explained to her what exactly happened. She accepted my explanation but did not apologize ! Even after threatening to destroy my precious testimonials. Ciss ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was idiotic. Mr. Kali was banging me especially after I said I was from the 1st class from SMK SBS ( I only said it to shut him up ! Unfortunately ...). He just kept twisting and mocking everything I said. Then I kept traveling back and forth from my class to the Biology laboratory. U6BF were doing their rat dissection and I couldn't resist poking my nose here and there. I helped Suzanne and Phak Hoe a little bit and gave some tips to Denise , Raveena and a few others.After they finished, Raveena and Suzanne decided that they look for the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;rat's brains&lt;/span&gt;. What a bloody outcome ! Both Suzanne and Raveena were successful in digging the brains out. Phak Hoe instead, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;skinned&lt;/span&gt; the rat for it's fur to be kept. Ben followed suit. It was one crazy dissection. I wish my class was much more like U6BF. They're much much more fun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out later that Mok had stolen the only remaining rat to rare it. Now it's living in my classroom in a box. It's sort of a mascot for U6BM now. Since it's a female, I named it, ... well .. originally .. Britney !!! But I changed my mind ... she is named "&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Super&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;kali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fragilistikexpeallydocious&lt;/span&gt;" ... "Kali" in short !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;-conR&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;* t&lt;/span&gt;oo lazy t&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;type a&lt;/span&gt;nymore*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114684186185058829?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114684186185058829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114684186185058829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114684186185058829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114684186185058829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/05/chronicling-chronicles-of-chronicling.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114637230700291969</id><published>2006-04-30T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T12:45:07.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TAG !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;001. Name:&lt;/strong&gt; Conrad Edmund Bateman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;002. Your nickname:&lt;/strong&gt; -conRad-, con-con, connie, corny, con, corn, batman, concred, condrad, conrrrrad ... the list goes on and on ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;003. Birthdate:&lt;/strong&gt; 24th February 1987&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;004. Zodiac sign:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm a Picean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;005. Male/female:&lt;/strong&gt; Male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;006. Grade:&lt;/strong&gt; An STPM student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;007. School:&lt;/strong&gt; Victoria Institution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;008. Occupation:&lt;/strong&gt; A student with the sore-est head !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;009. Residence:&lt;/strong&gt; Taman Midah, Cheras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;010. Screen name:&lt;/strong&gt; --Reinvention Proceeding--, or -conRad-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;011. Your appearance:&lt;/strong&gt; Average height I guess, I weigh about 80kg but people say I don't look it, short black hair(usually gelled, sometimes it's spiked), carrying a few extra pounds, I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Your appearance -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;012. Hair color:&lt;/strong&gt; Very dark brown (can only be seen when light shines on my fine strands of hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;013. Hair length:&lt;/strong&gt; Short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;014. Eye color:&lt;/strong&gt; Dark dark brown. (also can only be seen if you are stupid enough to shine light right into my eyes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;015. Clothing style:&lt;/strong&gt; Normally, just a t-shirt and knee length pants; going out, It's usually casual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;016. Height:&lt;/strong&gt; Around 169-171cm ... I think ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;017. Braces?:&lt;/strong&gt; Somewhere between the ages of 14 -15 years old, then I took it off two years &lt;strong&gt;after that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;018. Glasses?: &lt;/strong&gt;Started wearing it at the age of 17, stress according to the optometrist !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;019. Piercings?:&lt;/strong&gt; Always wanted one, parents would never allow ... so sad ... I'll peirce my ears sooner or later !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;020. Tattoos:&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe a small 1 when I get out from this house !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;021. Righty/lefty:&lt;/strong&gt; Right handed, can't write with left hand for nuts !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Your "first's" -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;022. First best friend:&lt;/strong&gt; Definitely Sonia and Stephanie !!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;023. First award:&lt;/strong&gt; Aiyo, some stupid Indian dance I did back in Kindergarden !!! Swinging and twirling here and there ... banging some thing with a stick and all ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;024. First sport:&lt;/strong&gt; Not into sports, but my dad tried introducing football to me, It worked for awhile then lost interest ... never stick to one thing for long, even Taekwando was a dissaster !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;025. First pet:&lt;/strong&gt; A brown dog, called Dusty, the only dog I ever loved !I think he was a labrador ? can't recall the species now ... He passed away a long long time ago because of cancer. I miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;026. First real vacation:&lt;/strong&gt; The first REAL vacation I can remember was in Thailand, also was my first time calling room service and ordering plates of huge mee goreng and pasta before my dad's tour group went for dinner !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;027. First concert/show:&lt;/strong&gt; Simple Plan with Sonia, does Disney On Ice count as first shows ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;028. First love:&lt;/strong&gt; Names shall not be mentioned here !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;029. Movie(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Way too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;030. Tv show:&lt;/strong&gt; Charmed, lost, Desperate Housewives, One Tree Hill, The O.C, C.S.I, and many many more 2 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;031. Color:&lt;/strong&gt; Any shade of Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;032. Rapper:&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe Mike Shinoda la ! I'm more into Poppers ! ( oh crap ! just realized poppers are a thing used by gay ppl for sex ... all grossed out ... ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;033. Band:&lt;/strong&gt; ... .. still can't get over the last statement ....VI Band !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;034. Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Currently, Shakira; Hips Don't lie !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;035. Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; ... What the ... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;037. Sport to do:&lt;/strong&gt; Err.. Not really a sports person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;038. Sport to watch:&lt;/strong&gt; Gymnastics ? Synchronised swimming ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;039. Favorite brand:&lt;/strong&gt; None. As long it cathes my eye and suits me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;040. Store:&lt;/strong&gt; See first la what I like !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;041. School subject:&lt;/strong&gt; now ... ? MUET ... aha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;042. Animal:&lt;/strong&gt; I L.O L.O L.O.V.E .... Cats !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;043. Book:&lt;/strong&gt; Haven't read any good books lately ... I guess it's the Harry Potter Series la !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;044. Magazine:&lt;/strong&gt; Galaxie and Cleo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;045. Shoes:&lt;/strong&gt; I usually pick the casual shoes, I have two about ankle high boots and a rugged grey sport shoe thingy ... all not branded ... the design is magnifique !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;046. Feeling:&lt;/strong&gt; Bored , that's why I'm doing this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;047. Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; so-so la !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;048. Have a crush:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope  ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;049. Eating:&lt;/strong&gt; Had a big breakfast and later I have chicken rice waiting for me down stairs !!! ... mmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;050. Drinking:&lt;/strong&gt; I drank Milo peng and Teh  peng earlier !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;051. Typing:&lt;/strong&gt; ... ? ... ?... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;052. Online:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't I have to be to answer this ? !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;053. Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Ll Cool J and Jeniffer Lopez new song ... dunno the title lah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;054. Thinking about:&lt;/strong&gt; After the previous questions why the heck am I still answering this tag ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;055. Wanting to:&lt;/strong&gt; Study ... but I'll nvr will ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.056. Watching:&lt;/strong&gt; Watching what? The computer screen la !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;057. Wearing:&lt;/strong&gt; Black Carlsberg t-shirt and knee length shorts ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Your Future-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;058. Want kids?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yup ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;059. Want to be married?:&lt;/strong&gt; If possible ... but I'm losing the sense and purpose in getting married ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;060. Career in mind:&lt;/strong&gt; I still have no idea given the damn circumstances I'm thrown in ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;061. Where do you want to live?:&lt;/strong&gt; Very far away from my family ... !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;062. Car:&lt;/strong&gt; I dunno ... what ever looks good in the future ? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-the opposite sex? -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;063. Hair color:&lt;/strong&gt; Aiya ... as long they look nice la ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;064. Hair length:&lt;/strong&gt; Watever la ... as long as nice larrrr ... !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;065. Eye color:&lt;/strong&gt; How can tell nowadays ? ... If I don't like then wear coloured contact lenses loh !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;066. Measurements:&lt;/strong&gt; 30 25 30 ?.... I'm kidding ... I dunno ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;067. Cute/sexy:&lt;/strong&gt; Cute. ... yeah , Cute ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;068. Lips/eyes:&lt;/strong&gt; Eyes, so I can stare dreamily into em.... aaaahhhh ....*driffts off*....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;069. Hugs/kisses:&lt;/strong&gt; Lots and lots of hugs .... I feel much more secure that way ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;070. Short/tall:&lt;/strong&gt; average ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;071. Easygoing/serious:&lt;/strong&gt; Bit of both. A bit more serious la ... I'm the a bit too easy-going ... I need someone to keep me grounded ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;072. Romantic/spontaneous:&lt;/strong&gt; Spontaneously Romantic ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;073. Chubby/skinny:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm average .... I do not discriminate ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;074. Sensitive/loud:&lt;/strong&gt; Not too sensitive ... cos that's me ... a bit loud is better too ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;075. Hook-up/relationship:&lt;/strong&gt; Relationships of course ... I belive in those ...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;076. Sweet/caring:&lt;/strong&gt; Sweetly caring ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;077. Trouble maker/hesitant:&lt;/strong&gt; A bit of both ... makes them much more sexy ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;-Would you ever?-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;078. Kissed a stranger:&lt;/strong&gt; Lots of strangers I'd like to kiss ... but no i have nvr kissed a stranger ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;079. Had alcohol:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes ... but I'm not into it at all ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;080. Smoked:&lt;/strong&gt; Once ... just a puff ... coughed like mad after that ... was enough to put me off ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;081. Ran away from home:&lt;/strong&gt; planned it before ... Thought it through ... better to complete education become successful then move away ... much more happier that way ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;082. Broken a bone:&lt;/strong&gt; lots off hair-line factures nothing too serious ... i mostly get deep gashes and horible scrapes ... more scars ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;083. Got an x-ray:&lt;/strong&gt; almost ... the doctor said it was unnecessary cos I am as healthy as a horse ... but I did get 1 when I was going to get my braces ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;084. Broken someones heart:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;085. Broke up with someone:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;086. Turned someone down:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;087. Cried when someone died:&lt;/strong&gt; ... Duh' ... !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;088. Cried at school:&lt;/strong&gt; I think so ? ... can't remember why though ? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Do you believe in?-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;089. God&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;090. Miracles:&lt;/strong&gt; Yup ... it's even a miracle that I'm acually here typing this !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;091. Love at first sight:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope ... not anymore cos I used to believe in it and the got my heart crushed into a million pieces over and over again ... the rollled into a steam roller ... fed to dogs .. thrown in .... I'm trailing off again aren't I ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;092.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ghosts:&lt;/strong&gt; According to my Aunt, 1ce in Singapore ( I was about 4-5 years old ) I was lifted and thrown towards the door ... no1 was there accept me and my aunt ! .... I can only remember myself crying ... evrything else is a blank in my head ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;093&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Aliens:&lt;/strong&gt; * X-Files music*  ... I think so ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;094.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Soul mates:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;095&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Heaven:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;096.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hell:&lt;/strong&gt; If there is a heaven, there is a hell ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;097.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Abortion:&lt;/strong&gt; NEVER ! ... unless it is justifiable !!! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;098&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Kissing on the first date:&lt;/strong&gt; Too fast ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;099.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Horoscopes:&lt;/strong&gt; Not at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Answer Truthfully-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100. Is there someone you want, but you know you can't have?:&lt;/strong&gt; Uh ... yes ... hehe .... ! *goes red in the face* ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok , some words have accidently been omited, missed spelled and few other mishapps happened ... Stupid internet and blogger giving problems and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't and still don't feel like blogging because a few things that has happened recently ... It just killed my spirit to blog ... let's just hope I don't permenantly lose interest ... It's just for awhile I guess ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So ... Li-Shia and Denise are tagged again ... Wahahaha !!! .... Doooo IT !!!! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-conRad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114637230700291969?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114637230700291969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114637230700291969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114637230700291969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114637230700291969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/04/tag-001.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114578667738720376</id><published>2006-04-23T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T18:04:37.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;... of Bag &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pipes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;, Flags, an&lt;/span&gt;d Men O&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;f &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Valour ( Th&lt;/span&gt;e Victory Carries O&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;n )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; : I took the Bible &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Postal Test&lt;/span&gt; again. Although last year I did get 'okay' results, I feel this year, I did not do so well ( not even close ). I was too distracted with concerns of material &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;importance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; : After much beating around the bush, my usual routine of going to church was cancelled due to my grandmother's &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;abrupt&lt;/span&gt; request to stay home because she wasn't 'feeling well' ( Yeah right ! ... it's easier to just admit that she forgot that we go for Mass on Saturdays ! ) Gosh ! Well ... at least I could leave early to go and see the 2006 Band Competition in Dataran &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached Masjid Jamek first, so in order to &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt; time in waiting for Sonia, I had a 'Whopper' in Burger King. I was all by myself, I hate eating alone ! All those &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;busy-bodies&lt;/span&gt; just staring at you. Watching what's your next move ? ... Them &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;idiots&lt;/span&gt; ! Leave people who eat alone, Alone !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't finish the '&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Whopper&lt;/span&gt;' ( my my, What big eyes Conrad has, I'm like, so greedy ... a big &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;glutton&lt;/span&gt; ! ... where's Phak Hoe when you need him ? Where's that &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'black-hole'&lt;/span&gt; of a stomach he has ? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I met up with Sonia, we headed to some place where we could buy a big bottle of 'what ever' for Denise and Jared. We ended up in&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; Guardian&lt;/span&gt; buying water, the &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;liquid&lt;/span&gt; that brought &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;forth&lt;/span&gt; life, or something like that !?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dataran&lt;/span&gt; Merdeka just in time, the competition just &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;begun&lt;/span&gt;. We hurried to the front/end ( depends on which side you came from ) of the seating area. Met Lik Wen, Phon, Wai Loon, Rebecca, and a few prefects, waved to Rubana and Siew Chin in the stands and exchanged hello's near the TV &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;booth&lt;/span&gt; to Hazram and gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started off a bit uneventful. Chong Hwa Highschool started off the competition. They were Okay. The &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kadet&lt;/span&gt; Remaja Sekolah ( KRS ) from Titiwangsa wasn't entertaining at all. The KRS from Cochrane were far better. They were &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;brave&lt;/span&gt; enough to &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;loosen&lt;/span&gt; up and put on a show !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;VI&lt;/span&gt;'s band walked in, everyone knew we were in for a good show. I was so spirited, screaming and singing, showing &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;undivided&lt;/span&gt; support to my school. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'s school spirit will &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ignite&lt;/span&gt; any dead lamp ! They were &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; ! I caught one of the band members doing his 'thing' eventhough his 'mock' rifle hit him square on the shoulder ... Ouch ! ... no matter, he carried on like a &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;trouper&lt;/span&gt; eventhough it was quite evident he was in pain. There was one who dropped his rifle too but caught it and did this &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; pose ... like as though he was meant to do it ... Victorians, the great bluff-a-logists !!! *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, need I say this ? &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;VI&lt;/span&gt; won every award that was given out ! A total clean-sweep !!! Woohooo... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; stay on for the rest of the competition after VI competed. Instead, I had dinner with Sonia and Sham in Petaling Street. Then, I went home, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;WITH&lt;/span&gt; the water I had gotten for Denise !!! ... As soon as I entered my room, Denise called asking where was I ? We both laughed over the phone at my &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;circumstance&lt;/span&gt;. Haha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;: My parents went to &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Malacca&lt;/span&gt; for my Grandmother's ( my mum's mum ) birthday, leaving me here with my grandmother ( my dad's mum ). What a horrible day ! All the work, the lazing around and being bored to death. At least my mum came home with chocolates from England ( her cousin always gives us a whole bunch of &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt; !!! ) . I'm munching on them right now, caramel filled ones, plain ones, ... mmmmmm ... hazelnut filled ones ... and now, a honeycomb filled one. Heaven !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Did you know that &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;coco&lt;/span&gt; was considered the food for the &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Gods&lt;/span&gt; ?! * ... just a random fact ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;onR&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ad&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/15823458-114578667738720376?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114578667738720376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114578667738720376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114578667738720376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114578667738720376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114535960952872677</id><published>2006-04-18T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T19:26:49.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ra&lt;/span&gt;in Ra&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;in Go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;way .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; sick&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a sore throat since Friday, but I became even more sick on Sunday. So on Monday, I &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;skipped&lt;/span&gt; school and tuition. My body was and still is aching because the high fever I have. Yesterday I could barely walk &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; steps without tiring out. Gosh ! Talk about being sick as a &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up from bed fine but before leaving for school, my &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;fever&lt;/span&gt; came back. Stupid LRT was so cold, made the whole journey to school even more horrible. As I walked into school, I kept &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;gasping&lt;/span&gt; for air. I never get tired walking to school ! Today I needed an &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;oxygen&lt;/span&gt; tank to reach my classroom in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUET trials were ok I guess. The comprehension seemed &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;oddly&lt;/span&gt; easy, which means, I definitely made lots of silly mistakes. I finished the paper &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;1 hour&lt;/span&gt; ahead of time. When I was doing it, it felt as though time&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; flew&lt;/span&gt; by too fast. Thank God, Pn. Vasantha allowed those who finished early to leave first. If not ? I would've been seen &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;scribbling&lt;/span&gt; nonsense on my testpad or probably forcing myself to have a &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;quick&lt;/span&gt; nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The listening test was a &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;blunder&lt;/span&gt;. I kept mixing up all the information given out from the speaker. The sound system wasn't good, and some &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;passages&lt;/span&gt; weren't read out at all. I felt completely&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; lost&lt;/span&gt;. I hope I did well in the damn trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summary and essay writing were another story. That whole part of the trial made &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;sweat&lt;/span&gt; so much. I overshot my summary by&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; 4&lt;/span&gt; words and my essay was &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;400++ words&lt;/span&gt;. I felt I put &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; points in my summary and I think I went out of topic in my essay. Oh well ! luckily it's only a trial. I guess I'll know how well or badly I did next week. *&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;crossing fingers&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended a half hour earlier today but it had already started to &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;rain &lt;/span&gt;heavily in KL. I waited awhile till Sonia said that we needed to go because Shamelan was waiting for her outside the school compound in the rain. Did you know that all &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;VI&lt;/span&gt; prefects are not allowed to carry or be seen under an &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;umbrella&lt;/span&gt; !!! ( What kind of &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;rule&lt;/span&gt; is that ??? ... They are also not allowed to bend ... as in picking up something off the floor ... !!! What in the world ??? ... I guess they have their reasons as it has been a tradition carved in the very walls of the VI building or at least in the VI prefect's room wall ... uh ... I made that one up... I am a &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;sanguine&lt;/span&gt; after all ... *wink wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, forget my &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;rant&lt;/span&gt; about prefects and their very very odd rules ! Sonia, Shamelan and I walked in the rain under our own umbrellas ( except Shamelan ). I got so wet because Sonia kept &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;pushing&lt;/span&gt; my umbrella with hers and also because I was trying so hard to &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;adjust&lt;/span&gt; my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, nothing prepared me for the next thing that happened. After about a half hour of Sonia and Shamelan arguing about something &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;trivial&lt;/span&gt; ( at the overhead bridge near the back entrance of VI ) ... we were walking along the covered walkway heading to Hang Tuah LRT station ( &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;note&lt;/span&gt; : it's still raining ) and a few cars zoomed by,&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; splashing&lt;/span&gt; water all over Sonia and I. Sonia screamed and so not only was I &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;drenched&lt;/span&gt; in dirty rain water, but I also lost my hearing for awhile. I guess it was punishment for &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;providing&lt;/span&gt; and persuading a VI prefect to use an umbrella !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the LRT station, I could feel myself getting&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; sick-er&lt;/span&gt; by the minute, so as soon as I reached home, I had a long &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; shower ... aaahhh ... ! Now ? I feel a little better but still very tired and drained. My &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;chest&lt;/span&gt; hurts because my breathing is&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; blocked&lt;/span&gt; and I still cough horribly as though I ate &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;barb-wire&lt;/span&gt; in chilli sauce, garnished with paprika nails for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ugh&lt;/span&gt; ... ! When I want to get sick, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I don't&lt;/span&gt; ! When I don't want to get sick, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I do&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-c&lt;/span&gt;onRa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114535960952872677?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114535960952872677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114535960952872677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114535960952872677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114535960952872677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/04/rain-rain-go-away.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114518278789231691</id><published>2006-04-16T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T18:19:48.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The resurr&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;ection,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The C&lt;/span&gt;ross, and &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The Forest Re&lt;/span&gt;serve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt; A few from my class ( U6BM ) and about 90% of U6BF students all went for a day of a fun-filled expedition through the Forest Research Institute of Malaysia's (&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; FRIM&lt;/span&gt; ) ... forest ! All of us were quite excited, be that we were missing a whole day of school. No Maths, no Chemistry and no Biology to worry about. The trip there was rather a boring one. Most of us were quiet in the bus. The bus driver himself was a pain the a**. When we reached FRIM, Mr. Leong and Mr. Kali ( our teacher advisors ) decided that we should &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;fatten&lt;/span&gt; ourselves up ( but not too much .. ) before we jungle trek through the forest. As soon as we finished, we met up with our guide, a young malay man ( the only malay within our very large group ). He first took us to the &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;man-made&lt;/span&gt; pond ( it was once a mining shaft ... I think thats what you call it ? ). He told us to clap our hands when we reach the pond because the 'Dragon Fish' which dwells within will surface. None of us expected to see what we saw. The fish was about the length of our body or larger and it was red ( it's &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;fins&lt;/span&gt; on the upper body would stick out of the water ... thus giving the impression of a dragon under water ). According to the guide, FRIM gives home to the &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;largest&lt;/span&gt; Dragon Fish in the world. Did I forget to mention that this fish when hungry, can devour a human being ? ... *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then were dragged into the FRIM's museum which houses the longest ratan ( &lt;em&gt;rotan&lt;/em&gt; ; 65 metres )&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;humongous &lt;/span&gt;tree stumps, all types of wood displays ( types of wood, carved beds and many other things ) and also different types of &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;insects&lt;/span&gt; and plants. All of us ( after a very long and &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; talk by the guide ), were given sometime to check out the stuff in the museum, which translates to us as = &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;run&lt;/span&gt; around here and there whilst taking many many &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; of ourselves and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, after all that, we were taken into the jungle. The guide gave us first a &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;briefing&lt;/span&gt; on the rules and regulations before we enter the forest ... much blah-ing after that, we trekked through the jungle and every now and then we would be stopped to listen to the guide's rant on the plants that he decides to show us. For the first half of trek, the guide made a few frequent stops but after that, it was quite a smooth sail. Denise, Tinesh, Suzanne, Jino, Phak Hoe, Benjamin, Phon and I were the ones right at the end of the group. We were the ones either making so much noise, taking photos, or making fun of &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Jino&lt;/span&gt; ( because he said that his camera would save him if he was lost in the jungle ... hahaha !!! ) the whole time. Hence, we got much 'ssshhh'-ing from Mr. Leong. We all experienced so much in the forest/jungle ( I just realised I have been referring to it as forest and jungle the whole time ... whats the difference between these two words ? ). I had spectacular views of the lush greenery. We were even taken to the area known as the '&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;postcard&lt;/span&gt; area' because it appeared in the National &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Geographic&lt;/span&gt; Magazine. It was so picture-sque. Even the trees high above us looked like intricately woven carpets. So beautiful. Needless to say, we didn't see much animals, except a chameleon, ugly leeches and I saw a big beautiful bird ( which oddly enough I forgot about - I read yesterday's newspaper about jungle spirits and how they &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;disguise&lt;/span&gt; themselves as big beautiful birds too lure forest visitors away from the group ... *a cold chill down my spine* ... did anyone else see that bird ? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all missed the canopy walk because it was apparently under repair or was it because they were moving big rocks away ? ... I forgot ... Anyway, to ease us, the guide took us to two very beautiful waterfalls. The first was a small one where most us climbed up the rocks to take pictures. The rest just stood around or played in the small stream. The second waterfall was huge and very&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; slippery&lt;/span&gt;. The group rested there ( on a very &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;big rock&lt;/span&gt; ), whilst the restless ones jumped up and down in the water or climbed up to the top of the waterfall. Let me just say that it wasn't a very easy climb because it was very slippery. At the top, I took two pictures of Phak Hoe and Ben, which I don't think turned out nice at all. Sorry Ben ! ... *&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sheepish&lt;/span&gt; smile*. When everyone finally came down from the waterfall, we took a group picture and headed off to the cafeteria again. Along the way, Suzanne went home ( her uncle picked her up ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey back to VI was fun at first till the bus driver &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;screamed&lt;/span&gt; at us for being too &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;noisy&lt;/span&gt;. After all that drama, the idiot ( the bus driver I mean ), took us in circles before we finally reached VI, and shouted from one end to another to engage in conversation with another bus driver. There are more names I would like to use on him but I shall let it be. He will suffer in hell ... I'm &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;praying&lt;/span&gt; for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*it's funny how Denise and Ben never blogged about our whole trip to FRIM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; Good Friday&lt;/span&gt; was celebrated at &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Assumptio&lt;/span&gt;n Church in Petaling Jaya at 11.30am. My family and I arrived on time which meant, no available seats in or out the church. It was so jammed packed. It started to rain somewhere in the middle of the service and those sitting in between the tents provided got drenched in rain because all the rain water splashed on them , poor souls ! The rain never stopped even after the service at church ended which was at 2.00pm. Being the eldest meant sacrificing myself and get &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;wet&lt;/span&gt; in the rain when running to the car. My younger brother and sister had the umbrellas to themselves ... *mutters something bad * The good thing about Good Friday was that I got to miss school and tuition ... eeerrr... not that it meant much or anything ...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Easter Virgil&lt;/span&gt;. At 5.00pm, me and my family already left home to Assumption Church to celebrate Easter ( the rising of our Lord ). We got there at around 6.00pm ( because my dad took two wrong turns and we ended up in Subang Jaya ! ). Again, the church inside was packed but my mom and I found places outside the church. My sister got &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;shoved&lt;/span&gt; in between to old ladies in the church ( Haha ! ). When Mass begun, it started to rain again. It was so cold and everyone was &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;pushed&lt;/span&gt; under the tents provided. Which meant, hardly enough space to move. The best part about the rain ? Everyone ( hundreds of people ) being shoved closer to each other, because when all of us sung, it was&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; melodious&lt;/span&gt;. I was so jubilant at that point. I felt something ... like a sprout of joy from within as we all &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sang&lt;/span&gt; together. For that moment everything felt it would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mass, I was supposed to go to VI for the &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Indian Cultural Society&lt;/span&gt; Show. But the rain put a damper on things and when I called Sonia, she said the practically almost everything was ending. However, my dad was very keen on sending me there, eventhough I said that there was no point in going. I made my decision to go after much persuasion from my dad ( which is odd because he would usually say that I shouldn't go for these things ! ). When We reached VI, all the roads were blocked because &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Stadium Negara&lt;/span&gt; was having a concert of all&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; Indonesian rockers&lt;/span&gt;. When I finally made it to VI I managed to catch a few shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, from what I saw, everything seemed great. All the performances ( by the Victorians, girls included, were spectacular ). &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sonia&lt;/span&gt; looked the prettiest amongst all of the eventhough, during her &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt; performance, she missed a couple of steps. Her partner on the other hand, looked as though he was being electrocuted all the time. I went home with Matthew and Farid on the LRT. These to fellas were so&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; interested&lt;/span&gt; in Punitha and Asvini, unfortunately for them, the girls are both taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt;. My mum made &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;pie&lt;/span&gt; and a few &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;cookies&lt;/span&gt;. My family left me home alone today because they had to fetch back my grandmother from Rawang. So basically I spent the whole day cleaning up my &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;mum's mess&lt;/span&gt; of making the pie and cookies, run in the rain to take in the clothes on the line and watching TV. As you can tell, I spent the whole weekend doing no studying or any homework. I am so going to pass my &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;STPM&lt;/span&gt;. *sighs* ... when am I going to learn ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-c&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;Ra&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;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/15823458-114518278789231691?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114518278789231691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114518278789231691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114518278789231691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114518278789231691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/04/resurrection-cross-and-forest-reserve.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114466580429469184</id><published>2006-04-10T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T18:48:36.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My F&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;ault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; ! It W&lt;/span&gt;as My Fau&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;lt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;! And I'&lt;/span&gt;m Sorry !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day of &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'my faults'&lt;/span&gt;. MUET class started with Pn. Vasantha &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hounding&lt;/span&gt; me for forgetting to hand in the MUET results to Mr. Leong about a month ago. Truthfully, I carried the results with me everyday, but it just slips my mind to hand it in. I can be that way sometimes. I have &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;short term&lt;/span&gt; memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I redid my Bio practical during recess. I originally wanted to do it earlier with Denise but the Girls Club had a last minute, out of the blue meeting. I had a horrible result for my last chromatography. Ok, for those who go 'Huh ?', &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;chromatography&lt;/span&gt; is a slip of paper with the 4 different coloured pigments ( chlorophyll, karotene ... bla bla ... ) obtained from the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;grinding&lt;/span&gt; of leaves, acetone and ( how do you say pelarut ? ... dissolver ? thinner ? ... my england no good ! ) when Denise finally came, we did it together. Amongst all the fighting we still made a pretty good team. Although, Denise's chromatography came out fine the first time, mine just faded so fast ! After much help from Denise ( all the&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; gloating&lt;/span&gt; she did ! According to her, I jinxed myself because I said my practicals always turn out good, if not , better ! ), mine finally turned out ok. Both of us obtained 3 out of 4 coloured pigments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst all the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;struggling&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt; I did during the practical, a few others, mostly U6BF ( Denise's class ) students came in to redo their practicals too. Phak Hoe dropped by, but wasn't in a very good mood as he had a terrible day yesterday and today he found out a few &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;unsettling&lt;/span&gt; stuff. What am I talking about ? Well, he found out a few things that might&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; jeopardize&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;FSC&lt;/span&gt; orientation and our source of earning money for the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fault that I did was mention Kian Ming's name to Phak Hoe. I got Suzanne to ask Phak Hoe about Kian Ming and the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leadership &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;camp&lt;/span&gt; they went for recently. I know Phak Hoe hates Kian Ming to the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;max&lt;/span&gt; ( I just love it when Phak Hoe gets fired up, his insults are very fun to hear ), but, I didn't know that Ben ( who was by Phak Hoe's side ) didn't like when people made fun of Kian Ming. So in the end I begun the heated &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;debate&lt;/span&gt; between Phak Hoe and Ben about judging people and namely&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; judging&lt;/span&gt; Kian Ming. I felt so guilty that the both of them were just arguing about everything and some of the things Ben said &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cut&lt;/span&gt; through my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me realize that we all judge people because they are different. Ben's point ( I think ... ? ) was that we cannot judge a person no matter how angry or annoyed they make us. Nor should we keep &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bringing&lt;/span&gt; up the topic of how much we a hate a certain person to other people. I was cut through the heart because of this, I do this all the time. I always get caught up in the moment of my anger and just &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;blast&lt;/span&gt; about everyone to the nearest person. It is &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;no excuse&lt;/span&gt;. I was &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ashamed&lt;/span&gt; ... very ashamed when Ben &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pointed it out&lt;/span&gt;. So, I shall try to not be so open about my feelings ( mostly anger and hatred ) about certain people to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's so gonna be so &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;-c&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;nR&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ad&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/15823458-114466580429469184?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114466580429469184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114466580429469184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114466580429469184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114466580429469184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-fault-it-was-my-fault-and-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114450365958781235</id><published>2006-04-08T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:41:06.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CLEO's 5&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Most Eligib&lt;/span&gt;le Bachelors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been very &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;tiresome.&lt;/span&gt; School work, tuition work, and house work seemed endless till the weekends came. Last night Debbi, Michelle and I met up at the nearest mamak. It had been a very long time since we meet up at a mamak restaurant. OK, so people meet up usually at a mamak stall but the stalls here close early, and the stalls usually look horrible, like every &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;rodent&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;insect&lt;/span&gt; has had &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;infested&lt;/span&gt; the mamak stalls. we spent only about an hour because Deb had to leave early, No Worries, we were meeting up the next day ( today ) at KLCC. Michelle asked Deb and I to follow her watch CLEO's 50 Most Eligible Bachelors show at KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle picked us both up and we left to the LRT station. Not long after leaving the parking lot, Michelle ( the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oscar winner&lt;/span&gt; for blurness ) ran back to her car to get her Touch 'n' Go card. Deb and I had a very humorous ride all the way to KLCC because Michelle was asking lots of funny questions on public transportation ( the LRT ). One of her questions ? ... 'We reached already ar ?' When in reality, we just passed the first station. Or the question , 'Should we get down here ?' after passing every 2 stations !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching KLCC, we decided to have lunch at the food court where we all shared my scrumptious &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hawaiian&lt;/span&gt; pizza. Then, we moved down to the 1st floor to get a good view of the upcoming show. We chose a good spot, a floor above the stage. We could see the bachelors coming down the runway perfectly. I was getting quite restless because the show was supposed to start at 1.30pm but it didn't and the people standing behind me were always hitting my precious ass. Finally, according to &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Malaysian time&lt;/span&gt;, the show started at about 2pm with Dayang NurFaizah singing three English songs, two of which were old Beyonce songs ( Baby Boy and Crazy In Love ). When she was singing Baby Boy, she looked up at the audience above and she stared straight at me ! I was shocked ! Why stare at me ? Sure I was making fun of her untimely performance and the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt; crowd below me, but her stare just threw me off course for awhile. Debbi started laughing because I was genuinely was shocked that Dayang stared at me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the show of the bachelors finally started and I, at these events, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;.O L.&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; L.O.&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;.E to make fun of those looking nervous or making severe grammatical errors or those who just come off as simply too &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dorky&lt;/span&gt; or too &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. Needless to say, I wasn't disappointed because there were plenty of people to make fun off. The show was hosted by Serena C and Rashid Salleh ( a former CLEO Bachelor winner ). It started off with the contestants/bachelors introducing themselves, then they had a few games to play involving the female audience. It was so damn funny ! They had the bachelors eat &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt; off of the girls backs, move balls in between their bodies, dance ( professionally ) to the cha cha and do push ups and pick polystyrene aplhabets with their mouths. Even the audience got to question some of the bachelors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During certain i&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ntervals&lt;/span&gt; Michelle Debbi and I were trying to get passes to every place that these people would be at. Michelle, Debbi and I got invites to the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Zouk Bash&lt;/span&gt; ( on the 28th ), whilst Michelle and Debbi had invites to the later tea party after the show at KLCC was over. Somewhere in between &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;this period&lt;/span&gt; of time, Michelle, Debbi and I rushed to Dunkin Donuts and zoomed off to the Putra Lrt station so that I could make it in time to go home, luckily, I called home only to find out that I needn't be home so soon because my parents had changed certain plans. So we went back to catch the tail end off the show. When it ended, we all managed to get pictures with a few &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;celebrities&lt;/span&gt; ( Rashid Salleh, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Serena C, Adam Caruthers&lt;/span&gt;, Kenji and Azwin Andy ). I waited for awhile when the girls had to throttle off for the Tea Party. It wasn't long till they came back, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; in the faces ( mostly because all the bachelors huffed and puffed &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;cigarettes&lt;/span&gt; at the place they were at !!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Secret Recipe where we talked about &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt; stuff and laughed much more at Michelle's &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;blurness.&lt;/span&gt; On the way back, it rained. Deb and I got Tam a present for her very belated birthday. And now, after a very long day, tired legs and a sleepy head, I cannot type anymore. I had a very eventful day today. Was &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;star struck&lt;/span&gt;. Was happy, but now, alas, I am sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; : Did I forget to mention that we took so many pictures of ourselves and with the celebrities and bachelors too ... ? You can see some of my pictures on Friendster ... &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Weee !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;let me be&lt;/span&gt; ... Goodnight Dear readers .... zz&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;zz&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;zz&lt;/span&gt;ZZZ&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ZZZ&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114450365958781235?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114450365958781235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114450365958781235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114450365958781235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114450365958781235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/04/cleos-50-most-eligible-bachelors-this.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114424959449507660</id><published>2006-04-05T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T23:06:44.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Was Bo&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;And Lazy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;o Study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Write down 20 friends th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;at pop into your mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sonia&lt;br /&gt;2. Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;3. Desiree&lt;br /&gt;4. Lai&lt;br /&gt;5. Raveena&lt;br /&gt;6. Denise&lt;br /&gt;7. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;8. Debbi&lt;br /&gt;9. Suzanne&lt;br /&gt;10.Rebecca Wong&lt;br /&gt;11. Jeniffer&lt;br /&gt;12. Shook Yee&lt;br /&gt;13. Tinesh&lt;br /&gt;14. Wai Yee&lt;br /&gt;15. Li-Shia&lt;br /&gt;16. Phak Hoe&lt;br /&gt;17. Aziemah&lt;br /&gt;18. Jino&lt;br /&gt;19. Buzzy&lt;br /&gt;20. Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Who is 8 going out with? ... The last I checked, it still is Johnathan I think ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Is 9 a boy or a girl?  ... Uh, not sure ah ? She looks like a girl but sometimes acts like a boy ! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Would 11 and 2 will make a cute couple? ... Jen and Steph ? Nope ... cos 1. they're girls and 2. clash of personalities ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. How about 18 and 4? Fish and Joo Sing? ... Uh they both, I think, are straight ... plus, they don't know each other ! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. What grade is 7 in? Michelle ? ... uh ... I think she's still in Taylor's ... Not sure la ... Forgive my forgetfulness ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. When was the last time you chatted with 12? ... at 2pm, that's when school ended ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. What is 6's favorite band? ... Urm ... uh ... arrr ... I don't know !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Does 1 have any siblings? ... Sonia has a younger sis. ( form 2 ) ... named Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Would you ever date 3? ... If she's up for it ! hehe ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Would you ever date 17? ... We're friends, but lets give it a try ! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Is 16 single? ... Nope ! He's taken ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L. What's 15's last name? ... Uh is Li-Shia one name or two ? I guess it's just 'Li-Shia'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. What's 5's middle name?  .. Raveena has a middle name ? How about, 'vee' ? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N. What's 10's fantasy? ... Pass STPM with flying colours and stop getting sick so much !!! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O. Would 14 and 19 make a good couple? ... Nope, again both straight and they're very good friends ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. What school does #20 go to? ... Victoria Instituition ... we're in the same school ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Tell me a random fact about #11? ... is worried about her studies and is dating a disc jockey named Hari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. And #1? ... we both share lotsa secrets ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. And #3? ... is acually very sweet and adorable to be with it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T. And #2? ... does not want to do her 3 week old maths tuition homework right now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U. Have you ever had a crush on # 16?  ... with Phak Hoe ? Uh, Never !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V. Where does 7 live? ... Michelle lives iin Taman Midah along with Debbi and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W. What's 4's favorite color?  ... Blue ? Honestly, I do not know Lai's favourite colour ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X. Would you makeout with 5? ... Raveena and I are friends !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y. Are no.5 and 6 best friends? ... Nope, I guess not. Raveena and Denise are classmates and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z. Does 8 like 19? ... If Debbi likes Buzzy in the way I think it is, then I got the perception on Deb wrong ! Buzz and Deb were schoolmates. We were all friends in SMK SBS ! So yes, Buzz and Deb like each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Does 10 have any pets? ... Rebecca ? Not that I know off !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Is 12 older than you? ... We are the same age But I'm older than Shook Yee !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. Give 13 a hug? ... I would never give Tinesh a Hug !!! ... NEVER !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. Is 15 the sexiest person alive? ... *smiles shyly* ... I dunno lar ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. Is 14 weird?  ...Wai Yee is quiet but not weird ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f. Have you seen 9 naked? ... Suzanne ? Uh ... NO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g. What's 3's favorite food?  ... Desiree only knows what she likes to eat ... If we are able to guess what she likes to eat, then the world is coming to an end !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h. Would 9 kiss 17? ... 9 is taken ... Suzanne and Aziemah are straight ... although them both kissing sounds very interesting !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. Who would u choose, 11 or 13? ... Jeniffer ...Tinesh can go and find someone else !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j. What car is 18 driving? ... Jino drives ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. Does 10 have a bf/gf? ... Rebecca ? Wahahaha ! Always so shy 1 ... Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l. Will u ever fight with 5? ... I dunno ? I don't think so ... Raveena intimidates me a little ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m. Would u go for a vacation with 16? ... with Phak Hoe ? Sure !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n. Who would u like to be sleeping naked with the next day u wake up hungover, 8 or 12? *I too refuse to answer such a question*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o. Have u seen 2 drunk b4? ... Hahaha ... ! Never and I don't think I intend 2 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p. What brand of cellphone is 14 using? ... Sony Ericson , I think ? I think she changed it to a Nokia already ? ... I need to be more observant !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q. If 4 and 17 fell into the water, who would u rescue 1st? Whoever can't swim, I'll save them first ! If both can't swim , then the one nearest is rescued 1st ! *Debbi's diplomatic way*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r. If u are to choose someone that u can dump into the sea, who would u choose? *grins evil-ly* Num. 13 without a question !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s. When will 3 get married? ... Desiree ? If miracles happen ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t. Who will win the fight, between 11 and 19? ... Jen and Buzz are good friends are good friends, therefore they will never fight ... They can't even swat a fly without feeling guilty !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I strongly recommend anyone to do th&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;because it is fun !  But it is compulsary for Li&lt;/span&gt;-Shia and Denise to do this !!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114424959449507660?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114424959449507660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114424959449507660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114424959449507660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114424959449507660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/04/was-bored-and-lazy-to-study-write-down.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114387153484972792</id><published>2006-04-01T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T14:05:34.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Not E&lt;/span&gt;asy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy sometimes when everything you are &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;responsible&lt;/span&gt; of comes &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;crashing&lt;/span&gt; all at once. Lately, my work, from being a monitor, a treasurer ( for the monitors board ) and Biology group leader, has become quite tough. There's always tons of work to deal with and many characters to face, all which cause more &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;trouble&lt;/span&gt; than help. This past week, I have totally neglected my studies ( although it is common that I do this, but this week, I guess I &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;squandered&lt;/span&gt; much more than I should have ). Notably, I seem much more tired than before, with all the running during school hours and rushing to tuition and then completing my &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;assignments&lt;/span&gt; be it class homework or just plain work !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these, I end up wasting time to relax and forget everything &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;what-so-ever&lt;/span&gt; that was supposed to be done in the first place !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the dealing with my very &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;unruly&lt;/span&gt; classmates and schoolmates. Some people can be so&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; insensitive&lt;/span&gt;. No matter how&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; dastardly annoying&lt;/span&gt; they may be, I remain calm ( that's the only action that holds me together. The one thing that allows me to&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; rationalize&lt;/span&gt; ). If not for friends to &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;'bitch'&lt;/span&gt; at, I might've died under all the pressure. It's always hard to be the 'bigger person', especially when people push you to the point of breaking. I guess those who have great responsibilities should remember that people know not of what they do most of the time. They do not rationalize and so we have to listen and stay calm. No matter how heart-breaking it may be, one must realize it takes two to tango, take charge and don't give up. In the end of the day, you must be satisfied with your self. Forget what others think. ( It will always be hard, I too find it hard to &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;abide&lt;/span&gt; by this. But, nothing is&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; imPOSSIBLE&lt;/span&gt; ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hypocritical&lt;/span&gt; as this may sound, but I need to rest !!! I feel&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; drained&lt;/span&gt;. I'm &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;numb&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-c&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114387153484972792?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114387153484972792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114387153484972792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114387153484972792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114387153484972792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-not-easy-its-not-easy-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114362880681002896</id><published>2006-03-29T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:49:39.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The D&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ays&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That I'v&lt;/span&gt;e Missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;owe&lt;/span&gt; everyone a long entry today, especially to Stephanie ( my loyal, read-everyday-my-blog-friend). I have been extremely busy. Loads of work needed to be done and loads more still needs doing. Usually I'd explain almost every &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;sector&lt;/span&gt; of my life, but today, it is different. Today highlights the moments of my life that seem interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, 25th March to be more precise, I had attended the Malaysian &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Philharmonic&lt;/span&gt; Orchestra (MPO) School's Concerts - Fantastic Beasts. It was a concert featuring famous music pieces &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;featured&lt;/span&gt; in the Harry Potter movie soundtrack, and two other great pieces of music, namely, Samson And Delilah's "&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Bacchanale&lt;/span&gt;" and The Little Mermaid's "Under The Sea".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many schools were present. My cousin from &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Melaka&lt;/span&gt; even made it there. I was registered under Steph's music school. The concert was fantastic. Musicians dressed up as witches and &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;wizards&lt;/span&gt; and the host was simply fantastic ( Mr. Alasdair Malloy - who also signed my booklet, WoooHooo !). The host got the whole audience to take part, dancing and laughing ourselves away. I loved the percussionists, the timpani and the celeste musicians. Can't wait till &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;May 6th&lt;/span&gt; ( or is that 9th ? ) because, this time, Desiree, Lai, Raveena, others and I are going for a piano concerto. I'm excited already !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Steph and I caught Ice Age 2; The Meltdown in Midvalley. Steph had won two tickets to catch the movie first. I truly enjoyed every minute of the movie. Not only was it &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;funnier&lt;/span&gt;, the story line, although &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;predictable,&lt;/span&gt; had it's 'capturing' moments. We both enjoyed the movie and the day that &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;followed through&lt;/span&gt; too. From walking to nowhere, to meeting friends and ... oddly family, we had a great time. Wouldn't you agree Steph ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Drama&lt;/span&gt; Drama ! That's what happened AGAIN between the Indian girls in my school. Sonia had had enough ! So she set up a meeting for them. Everyone was told to air out their problems with one another. Sonia and I tried our very best to solve things, both of us were &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;desperately clarifying&lt;/span&gt; every word that was said, as already the fine line between them was fading. I'd say we managed to put the matter at rest for the moment, nobody seems forgiving enough to be 'the bigger person'. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Selfishness&lt;/span&gt; and envy sparked it all and I dare say it will spark again ... soon ...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's the update for today. As I said earlier, I'm too busy, most of my &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;blogger&lt;/span&gt; friends &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; updated their blogs either. School is &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;pressurizing&lt;/span&gt; (is there such a word ... ??? ) us too much. Dear dear ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114362880681002896?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114362880681002896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114362880681002896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114362880681002896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114362880681002896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/days-that-ive-missed-i-feel-like-i-owe.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114321520936659346</id><published>2006-03-24T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T23:46:49.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tel&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;e ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=-conRad-"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=-conRad-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Th&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;en&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;iew ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?view=-conRad-"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?view=-conRad-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114321520936659346?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114321520936659346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114321520936659346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114321520936659346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114321520936659346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/tell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114321126787784952</id><published>2006-03-24T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T23:23:18.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Reven&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sw&lt;/span&gt;eet !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the seven deadly sins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WR&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;AT&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Who did you last get angry with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poobalan ... people should learn to watch what they say because when it comes to revenge, I'm the King !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;What is your weapon of choice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either humiliating the person in public or destroy their credibility from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure ! But only playfully ... I don't believe in violence towards women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;How about of the same sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never throw the first punch. When and if it calls for it only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person who got really angry at you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum ? Not sure la ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;What is your pet peeve?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When small things are blown out of proportion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep grudges and it takes very long to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;SL&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OT&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is one thing you're supposed to do daily that you don't?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing Mr. Leong's maths homework. Been delaying it since last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What is the latest you've ever woken up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12pm I guess ... never later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Name a person you've been meaning to contact.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bazilah ... I miss her so much !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What is the last lame excuse you made?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No, it's not you. I'm just angry with everyone right now ." ... eventhough I'm really acually angry at the person who asked wether was it him/her that I was angry at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup ! Especially when there's nothing to watch. Sometimes, infomercials are quite interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. When was the last time you got in a good workout?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my planner ... 2 months ago ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ? ... not at all ... but usually ? About twice ... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;GLU&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;TTO&lt;/span&gt;NY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything and everything MILO !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Meat eaters: white meat or dark meat??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90% white meat ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A half a tea cup of Irish Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Have you ever used a professional diet company?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. No matter how desperate I am !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you have an issue with your weight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I fluctuate like an inflating/deflating balloon !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Do you prefer sweets, salty foods, or spicy foods?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All. Solves the above question doesn't it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Have you ever looked at a small house pet or child and thought "lunch"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe ? Sssshhh ... I'm not a cannibal but doesn't it cross your mind ? Maybe I'm just too weird .. ??? ... hhhmmm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;ST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies/family)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;How many people have seen YOU naked (not counting physicians/family)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never counted either !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a member of the opposite gender during a normal conversation?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly ? Yes ! It just happens unconsciously most of the time !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Have you "done it"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite body part on a person of your gender of choice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh ... everywhere ? I have my moments ... follows my mood ... hehe ! * I sound so pervetted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never . Thank God ! I'll just run with a harassed look on my face !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Have you ever had to get tested for an STD or pregnancy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well pregnancy ? Obviously No ! . STD and HIV also definitely No la ! I haven't even done it ? Why wanna test ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;G&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;RE&lt;/span&gt;ED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. How many credit cards do you own?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit cards ? Cash also don't have !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What's your guilty pleasure store?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Any store with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. If you had $10 million, what would you do with it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend on Me Me Me 1st !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Would you rather be rich or famous?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Become rich because I am famous !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make mega bucks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely ! The money will cheer me up soon enough !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Have you ever stolen anything?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ... in primary school ... *ashamed* ... I still have that thing I stole ... *hangs head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. How many MP3s are on your hard drive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;PR&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ID&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What's one thing you have done that you're most proud of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;accepting myself ...*finally*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Whats one thing have you done that your parents are most proud of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have no idea ... nothing seems to please them !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What things would you like to accomplish in your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Right now ... do the best i can in STPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Do you get annoyed by coming in second place?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Always !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ... Anything to win ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Have you ever cheated on something to get a higher score?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ! always ... especially when I'm playing against family and friends ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What did you do today that you're proud of? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I studied on my own accord !!! Maths summore !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;NV&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What item (or person) of your friends would you most want to have for your own?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An new computer/laptop ... mp3 player ... digital camera ... handphone .,.. and the list goes on and on and on !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Who would you want to go on "Trading Spaces"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Know ? The show's not aired in Malaysia ... I think ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. If you could be anyone else in the world, who would you be?.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody famous/fictional ... but to dream of the impossible is to destroy your sense of self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Have you ever been cheated on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship ? ... yes ... In certain situations ? ... yes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ... liposuction sounds so tempting right about now .... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot of confidence in myself !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Do you wish you'd come up with this survey?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope ... I'm too lazy to even care ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Hereby Tag :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Li-Shia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Denise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Ben, If he reads my blog ... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Chris , If he also reads my blog  ... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Michelle, If she reads my blog ... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114321126787784952?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114321126787784952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114321126787784952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114321126787784952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114321126787784952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/revenge-is-sweet-seven-deadly-sins.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114294926374069498</id><published>2006-03-21T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:55:54.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The Name's Bateman, ... C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;onrad Bateman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;... And I've Been Tagged !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh Oh ! I've been tagged by Denise. I see her evil grin. ... *Yeah I see you !* ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Four Jobs &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You Have Had&lt;/span&gt; In Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. School Deejay - Was part of SMK Bandar Tasik Selatan's radio program formed by us librarians ... Yes ! I was a librarian !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. Home toilet cleaner - Maybe I should send my parents to jail under the Employee's Act ... I don't get paid !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. Class Monitor - It sucks because I have stupid idiotic classmates ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. Aiyo ! I have other jobs I've done but too many to stuff it all here ... I was a school MC too !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Four Movies &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That You Would Watch Ov&lt;/span&gt;er And Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. Rent - I so love this musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. A Walk To Remember - Couldn't stop crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. Patch Adams - Couldn't stop crying either ... Well, the girl shouldn't have died !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. Any Disney Movie - I know I know ! Too many sappy sad movies but what can I say ? All the macho , guy's guy movies are all just flashes in a pan ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Four &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Places You&lt;/span&gt; Have Lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. Portuguese Settlement - I loved the house my grandma once owned ... Miss that place ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. On occasions, Bandar Hilir Malacca, - My grandma lives there now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. Sri Pena Apartments in Port Dickson - My cousins and I practically grew up there ( but only during holidays )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. I still live in Taman Midah - I still beg my parents to shift somewhere cooler, as in hip and happening ... not boring ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Four &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;TV Shows You Lo&lt;/span&gt;ve To Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. America's Next Top Model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. Charmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Four &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Places You Have Be&lt;/span&gt;en On Vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. Singapore - When I was still about 2 feet tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. Bali - I got a pure silver ring from there ... It caught my eye, glimmering in the display case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. Thailand - Was my first time I used room service and ordered 5 different meals an hour before dinner( this was done at the tender age of 6 ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. Langkawi - Berjaya Resorts was so damn beautiful. My first time in a 5 star hotel !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Four &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Websites I&lt;/span&gt; Visit Daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. Denise's Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. Li-Shia's Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. Chris's Blog - Eventhough I don't half of what he is saying !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. Debbi's Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Four &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Of My Favou&lt;/span&gt;rite Foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. My Mum's Cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. Anything Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. Spaghetti Carbonara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. Anything Sweet and Chocolate-ty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Four Places &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I Would Rather&lt;/span&gt; Be Right Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. In Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. See The Buildings In Rome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. Visit The Musee De' Lurve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. Studying Mass Communications In HELP College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Only Friend &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That I Have Tagged That&lt;/span&gt; I Think Would Respond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;D E B B I . . . ! ! !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;co&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&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/15823458-114294926374069498?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114294926374069498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114294926374069498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114294926374069498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114294926374069498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/names-bateman.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114284789517636726</id><published>2006-03-20T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:44:56.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Terms &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Of End&lt;/span&gt;earment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh ! The only &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;expression&lt;/span&gt; to give after coming back from school. I miss the holidays. The days where you forget to study. The days where you '&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;plump&lt;/span&gt;' your &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt; buttocks on a chair and just stare at the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ceiling&lt;/span&gt;. The days where there is not a single worry of obtaining a good grade. The days&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; ... ... ...&lt;/span&gt; Oh ! Forget It ! &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As predicted, I got back &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt; of my results from the monthly test. The&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; verdict&lt;/span&gt; ... I'm doomed ... Ok !, that's &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt;. At least I know I can improve from this point. I&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; failed&lt;/span&gt; miserably for my PA paper, only obtaining half out of twenty objective questions and 1 mark for my flow chart. Although, I strongly suspect that I did very well for my essay, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;my teacher is useless&lt;/span&gt;, so I sent my paper for rechecking ( Sonia is passing my paper to her tuition teacher ). It's unfair when you follow every rule in the book and thus, obtain one measly, stupid, idiotic mark !!! I expected to fail for my chemistry paper as I didn't even bother opening my book to read one single&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; damned&lt;/span&gt; word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;On a lighter note ?&lt;/span&gt; I managed to be the second highest in my class for my biology paper (A-). Wooohooo ! That made me so damn &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;F***ing&lt;/span&gt; happy !!! ( Sorry ... Overexcited ! ) ... hardly ever get that kinda marks anymore, so let me &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;savour&lt;/span&gt; every moment of this. Aaaahhh ... !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya ! Now I have to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;improve&lt;/span&gt; on all of these exams ... back to the books ... &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;stuffs face into books&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow ? Maths and MUET results .... &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;EeeeeeYyyeeerrrr !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Gasp&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; ... I just told myself to hurry up typing this because I have lots of homework to do ! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Why&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt; WwwwwHhhhhhYyyyy ... &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114284789517636726?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114284789517636726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114284789517636726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114284789517636726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114284789517636726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/terms-of-endearment.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114273446730858820</id><published>2006-03-19T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T10:14:27.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Two Girls, A &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Guy And A Locked&lt;/span&gt; Steering Wheel !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday started out pretty slow hence my post on 'problems'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle had planned that she, Debbi and I go out and hang in Taman Midah's 'pasar malam'. Well, she came late, about half an hour late ... the reason ? ... she herself has yet to tell me ... Michelle had &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;trouble doing a side parking&lt;/span&gt; infront of her uncle's house. So, after much &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;struggle&lt;/span&gt;, and lots of &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt; from me and Debbi, Michelle's uncle offered to park the car for her. That in itself sprouted much more laughter from Deb and I. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we entered the 'pasar malam', Michelle and I made a bee-line to the pirated CD peddlers. I bought Pussycat Doll's and Black Eye Peas' albums. Michelle bought 4 different chinese singers whose names &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;oddly sound the same&lt;/span&gt;. Then we sat a 'Chee Cheong Fan/Fun' shop and had curry laksa instead because all the 'chee cheong fan/fun' finished already. Whilst eating we all &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;gossiped&lt;/span&gt; away and &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; laughing at our &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;silly antics&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we headed home after a long night, ( where a car sprayed &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;droplets of water&lt;/span&gt; on my face and onto Michele too ), we walked back to the car. To our surprise, Michelle started &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;tugging and pulling&lt;/span&gt; the steering wheel of her 'Kembara' ! After awhile, if you passed us, you would witness Michelle &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frantically&lt;/span&gt; pulling the steering wheel, whilst Debbi and I are &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;howling with laughter&lt;/span&gt;. In the end, I offered to help tug the wheel too. Debbi suggested that maybe the engine should be turned on but Michelle had already tried that. Everything practically locked by itself. Fortunately, Michelle's uncle came &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;to help again&lt;/span&gt;. Within 2 seconds, the car came to life, much to the &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt; of Michele and I. ... haih ... The worlds worst drivers ! ... We still don't know what her uncle did ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we all laughed on the way to our homes ... what a night ! ... As soon as I &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;plopped&lt;/span&gt; myself on the bed, I dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ... so far I &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;woke up at 6am&lt;/span&gt; to go for the 7am Mass at Infant Jesus Convent. After practically half an hour had passed, I realised &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;my fly was OPEN&lt;/span&gt; ! Oh Dear ! ... How was I to pull the zip up ? ... *&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;malu-fied&lt;/span&gt;* It's safe to say, after much moving around, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the matter was solved&lt;/span&gt; ... uh ... hehe ? *goes red in the face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114273446730858820?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114273446730858820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114273446730858820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114273446730858820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114273446730858820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/two-girls-guy-and-locked-steering.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114267242731269899</id><published>2006-03-18T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T17:07:41.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Be&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;lit&lt;/span&gt;tle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each soul is&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; rendered&lt;/span&gt; with problems. Some, we consider to be very problematic and some, we belittle. I believe we should &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;never assume&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;em&gt;because you make an&lt;/em&gt; 'ass' &lt;em&gt;out of&lt;/em&gt; 'u' &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; 'me' ! ... &lt;em&gt;I got it from 8 Simple Rules For Dating My Teenage Daughter&lt;/em&gt; ) that one's problem is small and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;insignificant&lt;/span&gt; because to the person, it's hurting them maybe to the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;point of suicide&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;em&gt;who knows ?&lt;/em&gt; ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;never take lightly&lt;/span&gt; one's problem. Problems are a funny thing. It teaches you how to be stronger, it strengthens your defenses but it may also destroy your confidence. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My problems&lt;/span&gt; a few years ago almost destroyed me. Many people belittled my problems which in the end, made me believe that I was useless. Then, I met a few teachers and met new friends. Things &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;took a turn&lt;/span&gt;. I thank &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; for that very moment in my life when these people came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone with a problem usually lets it &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;reside&lt;/span&gt; in them for a long long time. Till one day, it eats it's way out, thus becoming worse. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt; let a problem &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;consume&lt;/span&gt; you or others, no matter how small it is. Don't think of your &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt; when you ask someone for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme of this post was &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sprouted&lt;/span&gt; by an episode I watched from&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; The Collector&lt;/span&gt;. The stories are perfect &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;examples&lt;/span&gt; of people&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; running away&lt;/span&gt; from problems. Never run ! &lt;em&gt;A problem is part of who you are.&lt;/em&gt; It will be there no matter where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114267242731269899?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114267242731269899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114267242731269899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114267242731269899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114267242731269899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/belittle-each-soul-is-rendered-with.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114260457709960544</id><published>2006-03-17T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T22:09:37.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gr&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;ted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I have taken the holidays for granted. I seem to promise to do everything and end up &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;doing nothing&lt;/span&gt;. My &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;days are numbered&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up at Kasturi at around 11am. I had 40 minutes to kill till Steph and the gang arrived. I paid my fees, returned yesterday's tuition slip, browsed through books in 'Popular' and only 15 minutes had passed away. In the great words of &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Madonna&lt;/span&gt;, "Time goes by, .... so slowly, Time goes by, ... so slowly ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much '&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;anticipation&lt;/span&gt;' ( also a Britney song ... ), I walked into PA class sharp 11.30am. To my surprise, almost &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;70%&lt;/span&gt; of the class was filled already. *smacks head* Should have been there at least 5 minutes earlier. Steph and the gang arrived fashionably late. After much "&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ooommphhss !&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ooouches !&lt;/span&gt;"(because all of us were trying to sit in a&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; really cramped&lt;/span&gt; area), we finally settled to pay attention in class. The things we do for tuition classes. I practically &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;copied&lt;/span&gt; everything the teacher wrote on the whiteboard, I don't understand how to do graphs ! I &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; graphs !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PA class ended, we had trouble picking a place to eat. In the end, we ate in a Chinese food court, then walked to Mc. Donalds to eat ice cream which &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Desiree&lt;/span&gt; wanted so much but didn't buy in the end because there was no &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; ice cream.*pants* That was a long sentence !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat with Denise and Suzy in Chemistry class, waved a hello to Toch, and dropped my water bottle rather &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;loudly&lt;/span&gt; in front of everybody. *malu-fied* Then, when Mr. Lingam turned on the HP and I had to &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;kick&lt;/span&gt; the wire of the HP, thus shutting it off. *&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;malu-fied&lt;/span&gt;* again. About 15 minutes till class ended, the electricity went off and everybody, ... I mean EVERYBODY ! ... &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;stared&lt;/span&gt; at me as though I magically shut off the electricity of the whole building ! *malu-fied* yet again ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph and I went home &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;. It's been awhile since the both of us were alone ... Oh ! Oh ! *waves hand in front of your eyes* ... Steph won a pair of Ice Age 2 tickets from GSC. Since the Harry Potter contest last year, Steph entered every ... &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;E.V.E.R.Y. !&lt;/span&gt; ... contest they have held up on the website. I guess they got tired of seeing her name 'POP' up so manytimes. Maybe they think you'll stop if you won something. Wahahaha ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, this evening, this particular night, its been extremely ... &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;B O R I N G !&lt;/span&gt; ... *sighs and sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114260457709960544?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114260457709960544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114260457709960544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114260457709960544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114260457709960544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/granted-i-feel-that-i-have-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114227251239389936</id><published>2006-03-14T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T02:02:01.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Post &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;That Could Not&lt;/span&gt; Wait . . . &lt;em&gt;RENT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching the movie Rent on DVD. It is a freaking awesome musical. I loved the songs like, the theme song; 525 600 minutes, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;La Boheme&lt;/span&gt;, and Maureen's Tango. I don't want to add any spoilers for this movie because I highly recommend that everyone should watch it. I usually find it hard to cry at a sad part of a movie, but for Rent, I was bawling at the sad parts. It doesn't &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tug&lt;/span&gt; at your&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; heart-strings&lt;/span&gt;, it &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'yanks'&lt;/span&gt; them ! I truly cannot say how much this movie &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'ROCKS'&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; ! ), I'm at a loss for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a gist ? Rent is about 6 people who are friends, two gay couples, a straight couple, a film-maker and a fallen friend. They all have to deal with living in the city &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;amongst poverty&lt;/span&gt; and other &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mishappenings&lt;/span&gt;. This movie depicts their lives for over a year. It is a&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; truly engaging&lt;/span&gt; movie that reflects upon us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do much in the early half of the day. At 6.30pm, Michelle fetched me from my house and we both went to Kelana Seafood Restaurant in Tasik Permaisuri to have a small reunion with my former secondary Biology teacher, Mr. Lim. I met May, Pek Mun, Lai Tee, Yen Nee, Theresa, Tam, Matthew, and Debbi there. We laughed, talked about our lives so far, and ate till we could eat no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a good day. Even better, after watching &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Rent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Rent&lt;/span&gt; ... buy the DVD .... Watch &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Rent&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it ! ... &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Rent&lt;/span&gt; to watch &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Rent&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*watch&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; rent&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/15823458-114227251239389936?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114227251239389936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114227251239389936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114227251239389936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114227251239389936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/post-that-could-not-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114218007211763393</id><published>2006-03-12T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T00:14:48.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tristan &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Is A Co&lt;/span&gt;ol Name . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last night's party ended late, my family decided to not go for the 7am Mass in Infant Jesus Convent, but instead, attend Mass at 8.30am in Holy Rosary. After Mass, we had breakfast in Brickfields, in an indian restaurant. There's always a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; language barrier&lt;/span&gt; between my family and the workers in an indian restaurant. They speak in Tamil and we go ... huh ?! We speak in English and they go ... huh ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we reached home, I rushed to get ready for my outing with Abri and Aziemah. We met up in Times Square. Aziemah tricked me into watching 'Tristan And Isolde' and thus, ousting Abri's idea to watch 'Underworld'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tristan And Isolde' was a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;normal sappy love story&lt;/span&gt; filled with war and treachery. How many times can they spin the same plot over and over again ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Attention ! Spoilers ahead !!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be based on a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;legend&lt;/span&gt; told by the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brit's and Irish&lt;/span&gt;. Tristan is British whilst Isolde is Irish ( Who knows ? I might be related to her ? ), their families are at war and they find love in each other. She gets betrothed to Tristan's king/surrogate father, thus, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;prompting their affair&lt;/span&gt;. Tristan is sold out by a British traitor and is persecuted. The twist is, the king forgives Tristan but he dies anyway, infront of Isolde might I add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few funny parts in this movie like, when Isolde finds Tristan almost dead, she takes her clothes off and holds him to keep him warm. Isolde then orders her servant to do the same. Upon following Isolde's orders, the servant, Bragnea, says &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" I haven't been naked with a man in 15 years ! " with an extremely uncomfortable yet enjoying it, face !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tristan And Isolde' was an OK movie, but maybe I'm a bit &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;biased&lt;/span&gt; because I'm part Irish ? James Franco did an awesome performance but the story line was the downfall of this movie. Throughout the movie, Abri and I were laughing and talking loudly. We both found the movie to predictable and so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we were creating our own plot&lt;/span&gt; or just predicting what the characters would about to say or do. We must have annoyed a lot of people because we laughed and joked so much ! Aziemah on the other hand, was quite into the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we ate at Avenue 10. I had &lt;em&gt;fettucini carbonara&lt;/em&gt;. Uuuummm ... scrumptious ! Then, Abri and I rushed to get DVD's ( pirated of course ) ... We both wanted to get 'The Date Movie'. We saw the trailer for the movie earlier, and we just couldn't control our laughter. Boy , were we the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;noisiest&lt;/span&gt; bunch !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Times Square about 6.30pm. Whilst in the LRT, Sonia calls to have dinner with her in a restaurant near my place. We chatted and ate and now I'm freaking stuffed !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I started blogging, I watched 'The Date Movie' Some parts were extremely funny but the plot as usual would not make sense. It was more of a love version adapted from the 'Scary Movie' franchise. They&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; reenacted&lt;/span&gt; scenes from, 'Mr. And Mrs. Smith', 'My Besfriend's Wedding', 'Kill Bill' and many more. It was funny but some parts were total duds. You'd only want to see this movie once and that's the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114218007211763393?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114218007211763393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114218007211763393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114218007211763393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114218007211763393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/tristan-is-cool-name.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114208584975220311</id><published>2006-03-11T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T22:20:13.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eleanor &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;... And The Magic Of&lt;/span&gt; A Birthday !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1 year old cousin, Eleanor , turns ... uh ... well ... 1 ... Today !!! She's the little darling of the family now ... The &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;youngest of the youngest !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I followed Sonia to school for Pn.Jaya's MUET class. I always wanted to attend one of her classes. She started off with a speaking test. Something about students shifting from rural to urban areas. The class was &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dumb-founded&lt;/span&gt;. I was dumb-founded !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, things got much more interesting when Pn.Jaya proposed the topic on Women's Rights, which incidently was one of News Straits Times' front cover headline. The girls got heated up and most guys ( excluding me ) got defensive. I wasn't perturbed by the topic as I am proud to say, I am a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Women's Rights activist&lt;/span&gt; !!! I truly believe that women, especially in Malaysia, are under represented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was throwing points as if it was &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nuclear bombs &lt;/span&gt;! Pn.Jaya was annoyed by some comments made, but she kept her cool. Sonia and I were mostly enjoying how Poobalan, Ee Mun, Debbi, Boon Chong and Shee Lok were arguing about anything and everything concerning Women's Rights. They got so heated up !!! Both Sonia and I reflected on the roles of man and woman, marriage, and financial stability of women and men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class had ended, Sonia and I had a very&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; insightful chat&lt;/span&gt; with Pn.Jaya. Then, we had breakfast in Sanping before returning home on the LRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, I traveled along with my family to Petaling Jaya for Eleanor's &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;first birthday party !&lt;/span&gt; I met my twin cousins. Usually at this functions, we always hang out together. We chatted for quite sometime and then, the games started. My uncle had gotten the A&amp;W bear to come over. According to my aunt, no one is to escape the games the A&amp;amp;W team had prepared. At first my sis, cousins and I felt out of place with the smaller, younger kids. But, my uncle and his best friends started joining in, making things&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; much more lively&lt;/span&gt;. We danced, sang and ate our way to win the kiddie goodies that the A&amp;W bear had to give out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the A&amp;amp;W bear left, my uncle started his &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;own brand of games&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pinata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was fun, but us big kids stayed out of this game. Pin the tail on the donkey was fun. My uncle started of with the adults and teenagers first. I firstly pinned the tail on my uncle's butt (without him knowing), much to my cousin's and uncle's bestfriends' delight. They took so many photos and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;congratulated&lt;/span&gt; me on a very sneaky prank ! When it came to my turn to really pin the tail, I strategised first! I figured that if I ran my fingers on the pins holding the donkey, I might just get the right spot to pin . Lo and behold, I pinned it perfectly well. Unfortunately, everyone said I cheated and so I had to redo. This time they spun me so hard I almost lost my balance. As was trying to pin the tail, I felt something was amiss, after pinning the tail only did I find out that I pinned it at the right place again but my uncle purposely pulled the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;damn donkey&lt;/span&gt; away !!! Thus, I pinned the tail a few centimetres away !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, I was incharge of handling the pin the tail on the donkey game for the adults. That's when my cousins and I plotted to annoy them. We turned the board upside down, lead them out of the house still blindfolded, let them pin on things like an aquarium and drove them to insanity by confusing them with the directions of where the tail is ! When it was my aunt's turn, she tried making us promise to not move anything or bully her. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She ended up pinning Elmo's nose on my eye !&lt;/span&gt; Go figure !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time. It was fun &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;reverting back&lt;/span&gt; to how we used to enjoy each other's company. For my uncles, cousins and me, it was like being a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;goofy whacky&lt;/span&gt; family again. I &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114208584975220311?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114208584975220311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114208584975220311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114208584975220311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114208584975220311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/eleanor.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114199154142276748</id><published>2006-03-10T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T19:52:21.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behind &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The Curtai&lt;/span&gt;n's Shadows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally !!! The tests are over . . . Life seems &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a bit more relaxed&lt;/span&gt;. The tests were an eye opener for me. I'm still taking STPM too lightly. I really need to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;step up&lt;/span&gt;, but saying it now is easy, doing it will be &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;real tough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; 'heart-attack'&lt;/span&gt; of a chemistry test, I decided to hop from class to class. I needed friends to hang out with. I feel disconnected from my classmates, they and me are from different worlds. I needed to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mix with my own kind&lt;/span&gt; so I decided to hunt for Sonia, Li-Shia, Denise and Suzanne. I found Sonia and Li-Shia also roaming the corridors aimlessly. I hung out with Li-Shia mostly. It's always a joy to talk to her. But, I kinda bored her with my problems ... it was so so &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;liberating&lt;/span&gt; to let out frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended, and finally my Biology group passed up our time consuming projects. Went for lunch with Sonia and Sham. We took a walk to &lt;em&gt;Masjid Jamek&lt;/em&gt; , from V.I. We searched the whole area for a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;not-so-congested&lt;/span&gt; restaurant ! After finding the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;criteria-ed&lt;/span&gt; place, we ordered a plate of rice with many vegetarian side dishes. Unfortunately for us, we received instead two capati's and the vege side dishes. The service was slow and the food wasn't that great ! Last time we'll be going there ! Sonia, later, went to check the cloth at the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;saree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; store that she chose a few days back. It was quite beautiful ... light yellow with soft silver. So beautiful !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Denise and Suzanne at tuition. Yet, another laughter filled day, mostly because we three &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;banded&lt;/span&gt; to make fun of Tinesh! So &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;gratifying&lt;/span&gt; ! I was kinda slow but I got what Mr.Lingam was saying with the help of Denise. I managed to explain what was going in class to Suzanne because today she was so out of this dimension. Too much day dreaming Suzy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for American Idol . . Uh ! . . . which will be starting soon . . . &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ciaozers !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114199154142276748?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114199154142276748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114199154142276748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114199154142276748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114199154142276748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/behind-curtains-shadows.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15823458.post-114182960594994770</id><published>2006-03-08T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:53:33.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;The Call &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Of The Sleepi&lt;/span&gt;ng Brain ... zzzZZZ !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I sit here in my room, staring blankly into the computer screen. The clouds of boredom engulf me, fluff-ing away every thought of the day... too dramatic ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests tests and more tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was the day that dread flooded the pores of hope in every student in VI. The first test of that day was PA. Well, according to my teacher, I totally botched up my flow chart essay ! 1/15 how proud ... I'll go find a rope to hang myself now ... Whoa ! Having &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;deja vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; right now. Imagined myself typing the last to sentences just now ... God knows I love having &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;deja vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... Then it was the Maths test. I &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;confidently&lt;/span&gt; answered 1 out of 5 questions ... Now, where is that rope ??? ... *search search*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition was great ! Mr. Lingam was extremely funny ... :) poor Desiree ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was much more interesting. I found the Biology test not too hard but not too easy either. It was okay ... *sighs heavily* ... Li-Shia and I were in a funny situation. You see, I had just ran out of U6BF's class because Mr. Kali just walked in ( he loves to torture students for no apparent reason ) ... I met Li-Shia right outside the class. Both of us were&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; avoiding&lt;/span&gt; Mr. Kali, it was probably not a very good idea to continue chatting in front of U6BF, we were right in the line of fire !!! Anyways, by trying to get Li-Shia out of Mr. Kali's view, we both &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pretended&lt;/span&gt; to study right outside on the corridor, slowly creeping to U6A1 whilst trying to not make it look so obvious. We kinda &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;dragged ourselves&lt;/span&gt; an inch, then stop, then drag, then stop, then drag ... it was just too funny ... maybe Li-Shia can explain this in much more detail because I think I made it sound too simple and flat. Forgive me, my brain is mushed up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUET wasn't easy, the first passage was confusing and the summary was heart-breaking. I wrote 50 more words then the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;given criteria&lt;/span&gt; for the summary. I cut out sentences like mad. For example, the sentence; - Organize groups of ( a word I forgot ) and community volunteers to convey accurate information on drug abuse...&lt;br /&gt;was cut into; - Organize talks ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the Biology test and MUET, the students had a long intermission. I was walking aimlessly. I chatted with Denise, mostly joining forces to disturb Fiona and rub in that we do not have any tests tomorrow. Poor Fiona ! Then, I hung out with Sonia, basically we were both chatting about stupid people and stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm pretty pissed that I have to go to school tomorrow! My group decided that they wanted to send in our Biology Project tomorrow ! Ugh ! I wanted to relax and study !!! We practically have no classes tomorrow! Some people can be so inconsiderate !!! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih ... ! My eyelids are&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; reacting to the impulses sent&lt;/span&gt; by my brain telling them to close because my whole body is shutting down to sleep and conserve energy for tomorrow ! ... Uh ... to much biology in my head already ! *yawn* ... My hands are typing the last sentence which is ... &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Good Night !&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-co&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114182960594994770?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114182960594994770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114182960594994770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114182960594994770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114182960594994770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/call-of-sleeping-brain.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114148927849765252</id><published>2006-03-04T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:21:18.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Emancipation&lt;/em&gt; Of ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;dread Saturdays&lt;/span&gt;, and I have no idea why ? Maybe it's because my tuition replacement classes always falls on this day, or, is it because I have to go to church ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maths tuition teacher ( Mr. Nasir ) says I never practice enough ( its true ... I never do his homework either ! ) . He always gives &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;short, sugar coated comments&lt;/span&gt; that I'm being to lazy/complacent. Bah Humbug !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go for confession today. Felt kinda &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;'kaku'&lt;/span&gt; ( stoned ), because I didn't know exactly where to begin ? One thing is for sure, I surely had to tell that I ate on Ash Wednesday ! At least to make up for my mistake, I pledge to go on a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;forty day vegetarian diet&lt;/span&gt; ( acually, I'm only &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;abstaining&lt;/span&gt; from red meat ... I can't go on a full vege diet !!! I'm not ready !!! ...Babysteps ... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mass ended, my grandmother called. She wanted my dad to fetch her back from Rawang, where my most severely disliked cousins stay. On the NKVE highway leading to Rawang, I looked out the car window to see clouds. So much clouds everywhere. I tried naming and figuring out pictures or forms the clouds were making. Many pictures popped into my head, all too funny, and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;too dirty for a teenage mind&lt;/span&gt; ! Right at that moment I realised that I was quite at &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ease and happy&lt;/span&gt; with the world and life ! I felt &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;emancipated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ... I always wanted to use that word in a sentence ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even on the way back I never realised how many beautiful buildings were built outside of Kuala Lumpur. It was around 6.45pm and it was beginning to grow dark, all the apartments and offices were beautifully lit ! &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;KLCC and the Menara KL looked so beautiful from afar&lt;/span&gt;, glistening with dawn's glow! A picture right out of a postcard !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when I came home, all I did was laze around the house. Maybe tomorrow I'll take Mr. Lingam's advice and do lots of work ! He said that the main reason why we are so tired on Mondays is because &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;we relax to much on Sundays !&lt;/span&gt; Well ... I said maybe ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ciaozers!* I gotta catch up with some much needed &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-conRad-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114148927849765252?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114148927849765252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114148927849765252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114148927849765252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114148927849765252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/emancipation-of.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114140119646873754</id><published>2006-03-03T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T23:53:16.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;... No More Drama ! No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; No No More Drama ! ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a bitch ! Drama Drama Drama ! I never thought I would be immersed in so much drama ! We are between the ages of 18-19 and yet many are extremely immature in their thinking. Aside from that, school was a rather bore,... hehe... although I did get locked in the form6 block with Jino, Denise and Suzanne. It was my first time being locked in the building. Kinda cool !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 5 minutes, in Kasturi, I made the decision to stop Pengajian Am tutorials. The classes are the same as the normal class we have on Thursdays ! During chemistry tuition, I was trying very hard to not doze off. Suzanne and Stephanie were fighting off the same urge ! I hitched a ride with Steph to get back home, because my mum refused to pick me up from the LRT station. See how unwanted I am !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the elimination round for American Idol, I flipped through the channels on Astro and decided to watch a Thai film titled 'The Judgement'. It was about a young man who returned from the army and came home to his mentally ill father. Upon meeting his father, he finds out that his father has married a beautiful young girl who also happens to be mentally ill. The story intensifies when the father passes away and the son has to take care of his new stepmom. Besides ridicule from family members and friends, narrow thinking and moral degradation, the young man has to overcome the sexual tension between his stepmom and also fulfill his father's wish, which was to take care of his stepmother amongst the hate and deceit of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few scenes in this movie moved me. For example, The scene where the young man had to kill a dog ( not knowing wether it was mad or not ) in order to protect the school children in where he worked. The scenes were tremendously in detail. The young man was shown whacking the dog with a shovel till it broke it's legs, then till it was hit in the face and till it was suffering from the pain. I had never been so frightened in my life ! I couldn't stand the cruelty ! Yet, such a moving scene was captured on camera. Eventhough the ending wasn't satisfactory, it was a movie worthy of an Oscar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sports Day --- 25th February 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, Sports Day in VI was a downer, especially when all your hard work goes to waste. The upper sixes were in charge of the sports house deco. Unfortunately, the theme didn't turn out quite as well as we hoped, due to lack of support and help in the form of junior students !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlights of my day was when Denise, Li-Shia and I were hanging out in the Victoria Editorial Board, room ( VEB ). Besides that ? Doing the Hakka dance was great ! Although learning from others that Sonia had fainted was a bit worrying !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sports Day, Sonia's dad took us all out to The Selangor Club in Mount Kiara to have dinner. It is suffice to say that I'll never touch sushi in my entire life ever again ! But, other than that, the food was fantastic !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My Birthday --- 24th February 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was very disappointing. I didn't get anything I wanted ! My favourite cake was replaced by a white chocolate, extremely creamy cake, my dad had to leave early during my family dinner, and my family dinner was held at home !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a better time in school and in Nando's. In Nando's I had a shock of my life ! It was Sonia and Shamelan's surprise. I spoke to Bernard Chandran, Malaysia's most prominent fashion designer !!! I almost fainted myself !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my eyelids are extremely heavy... I guess I'll pen off from here. Maybe I'll read a book later ? Hhhhmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-con&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rad&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/15823458-114140119646873754?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114140119646873754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114140119646873754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114140119646873754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114140119646873754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114032794276752567</id><published>2006-02-19T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T13:45:42.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Situations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Situations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try very very hard not to do anything on weekends. I feel it's my relaxing period but by doing so, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my work never finishes&lt;/span&gt;. I most of the time put myself down when I&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; disappoint&lt;/span&gt; people. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Guilt&lt;/span&gt; is a strong feeling. My biology project is nearing it's dateline yet I haven't even completed my part of the work given to me. I ask myself &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;why am I so lazy ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll never understand why&lt;/span&gt; ... maybe it's because I'm still &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;rebelling&lt;/span&gt; against my parents and the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;situation they've put me in&lt;/span&gt;. I'm severely &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stressed&lt;/span&gt;. But, I've made it a point to not breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I stop &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt; here, then maybe I'll get some work done, eh ? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;-conR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ad- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114032794276752567?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114032794276752567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114032794276752567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114032794276752567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114032794276752567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/02/situations-situations-i-try-very-very.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-114018716769633683</id><published>2006-02-17T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:40:20.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mr. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ghana K&lt;/span&gt;nows My Na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;me !!! *stunned*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out like every other day, meeting Sonia on the LRT, walking into a noisy classroom, chit-chatting with everyone about useless things that have no significance in the eyes of everyone else. Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us, students, were aimlessly walking here and there. Our empty heads filled with nothing but fluff, shamelessly wishing that everyday was like today. Stress-free. After much persuasion, Shook Yee dragged Jeniffer and I all the way to the sports heats which she was taking part in. Her category was long jumping. Pn. Hasnani spotted me and hollered me to go where she was. Surprisingly, Mr.Ghana knows my name. Each time he pronounced it it gave me a chill down my spine ! I have no-idea why ? They both wanted me to get stopwatches from the lab for them. I was more than happy to do so. Unfortunately, it only takes one idiot to ruin one's mood. A certain prefect just had to show more authority over others and so, 'ordered' me off the field ! How dare him/her ! Little piece of "@#&amp;#&amp;amp;@!!I*74$u#@" !!! ...aaaaaahhhh... Shook Yee didn't pass but at least she gave her best !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our earlied recess, all Non-Malay students had to sit through a talk given by a Mr. Manir Raj whilst all the Malay students were in the big hall ( Maal Hijrah ... I think ? ). At first it was quite interesting. He started by saying that a mosquito kills. Okay ... not the best way to start a talk but it got the ball rolling. Li-Shia was the first to answer Mr. Manir's question. Tik Han did the same thing somewhere in the middle of the talk. Mr. Manir was asking Tik Han to hold imaginary statues and place threads trough the ears. Mr. Manir mentioned there were three statues but somehow a fourth was thrown in which confused me into oblivion. I lost interest in the talk rather quickly but Li-Shia seemed to have enjoyed it. ... I think ? ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the talk ended, another one begun ...( just great ! ) ... Tam and I went to get the birthday cake that was supposed to be shared by Alan ( who's birthday is today ), Chien Fei, Tana and I. We were accompanied by two uninvited pests namely Shook Yee and Jeniffer. Apparently I'm the honey these bees need. WoW ! *rolls eyes*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my class celebrated my birthday a week earlier by pushing my head into the cake .... mmmmm.... chocolate ....mmmmmm.... ! I missed the small party because of Phak Hoe's impromtu meeting. Anyways, I still had cake to eat. No Complaints !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day is only worthy of a few 'blah's'. So ... bla bla bla .... tuition with Denise, Suzanne, Tinesh, Stephanie, Desiree and Lai... sat next to Desiree, who was so tired and kept dozing off on my shoulder ... bla bla bla ... P.A class was boring ... teacher bragging ... bla bla bla ... took the LRT home ... and finally, blah-ing here. :) .... ( a sure sign of when I'm too tired to blog anymore ). My bed is calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whisper* ... Conrad ... Conrad !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-con&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Rad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-114018716769633683?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114018716769633683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=114018716769633683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114018716769633683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/114018716769633683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/02/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113958571411895354</id><published>2006-02-10T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T11:03:13.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Me No Underst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ood Eengliesh ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;According to Pn. Vasantha, the reason most students in my class can't write an essay is because all of us have stopped reading. For me, this is so true. I have not read since the last Harry Potter book was released. Pn. Vasantha gave us a topic "Science Promotes Wars, Yes Or No?", two weeks ago, and yet I couldn't come up with anything to write. Recently, she gave the topic "Give 3 Important Reasons&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;To Have A Successful Life. Justify Your Points"-provided with 5 different but interesting points as a skeleton for the essay. Sadly, I couldn't even complete this essay within the given time ! Deep within me is a shocked Conrad. The Conrad that's asking why-la ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me to think that I might lose my ability to write. I believe that my writing isn't up to par, it isn't like everyone else's. Maybe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm digging too deep. At least I decided to begin reading again. I'll see the results later. I thought if I stopped reading, I could concentrate more on studying Chemistry and Biology. Never did I think it would've back-fired on me this way. I love reading ... at least now there's a very good excuse to start reading again ! Moral : Don't think too much, it obscures the functions of common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I found a new place to get birthday presents ! Denise and Suzanne wanted to check out the shop ( it was a Peter Hoe-boutique? )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;on the second floor in the same building our tuition centre was at. So, Jino and I tagged along. To me, it was like a candy store ! Everything I wanted for my future home was there ! Pillows ( oh sweet RM10 pillows ! )! Decorations! Plates! Lamps! Candles! ... I still haven't found a proper reason why I need 2 small pillows worth RM10 to buy for myself ! As soon as I figure out a good one, I'll run to the store like there was no tomorrow! ... ZOOM ! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;is in Johor Bahru, my parents will be fetching her back tomorrow. I decided to stay home. WoooHooo !!! I'll be home alone for about 10-12 hours !!!I wonder what am I going to do tomorrow ? Sonia isn't free, Stephanie can't come over, and the rest of the world ? ... most probably busy ... *screams loudly* FINE !!! SEE IF I CARE !!! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; study ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snickers* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to type more stuff. I guess I'll stop here then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whiny voice* I'm bored...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;conRad&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113958571411895354?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113958571411895354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113958571411895354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113958571411895354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113958571411895354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-no-understood-eengliesh-according.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113922614808828386</id><published>2006-02-06T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T19:42:28.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The First Day Of &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;School &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( In A Manner Of Speaking )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I drove to the LRT station today. According to me : It was a fairly good drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my mum&lt;/span&gt; : *shrieks* " We were lucky&lt;br /&gt;to be alive !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the station, Sonia kept calling and calling because she was at the station already. Sonia has patience the size of the tip of a needle ! As you can see, ... not a very good morning ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, the best thing of the whole day was Li-Shia giving a rather innocent "Hi"( very loudly) , as I was descending the steps to the form6&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;block and then asking me for a flying kiss ... which I gave rather happily ... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays I just wish there would be no lessons at all in a day and all of "us" ( friends ) would get together and just chat our heads off. ...That'll happen as soon as Britney tells the world that I'm her "husband" and that she carried my "child"...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;which probably means ... NEVER ! ... Oh This Cruel World !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-conRad- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113922614808828386?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113922614808828386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113922614808828386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113922614808828386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113922614808828386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-day-of-school-in-manner-of.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113887372433471675</id><published>2006-02-02T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T17:48:52.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Individuality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I sat on the balcony ledge today, enjoying the strong breeze of the forth coming rain. It smelt like curry !? Most probably a neighbour nearby cooking curry. I wanted to relax and enjoy the peace. My Punjabi neighbour had a Sikh meditating song which was rather pleasant and calming. Times have changed. I never have such resting periods like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It's weird how I'm dreading the day I turn 19. I don't want to be older ! I don't want to be mature ! Stupid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;time-machines ! How come nobody has created one yet !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I started thinking about my place in the world. It dawned upon me, whilst on the balcony ledge, that 70% of the world's population is most probably lying/fake in representing who they are. I think I'm part of the 30% left, I guess ? Do I portray myself as someone else ? Definitely not ! I have lied before but I know I can't hide my true self. Now you see the real me ! But, there are parts I don't let out. That's not hiding ! Everyone has secrets and so do I ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Then I realised that the nett population of the world is ever so increasing ! Therefore, it's hard to just be yourself when all of a sudden you see another YOU walking down the road ! There are too many people to have an identity of your own. Children model off after other people or people they look up to, somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;, we evolve into them. ( Do you get what I mean ? ... sometimes my points rather jumble up and it all ends up more confusing than ever ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;This sense of evolving repeats and increases and increases ! How many individual roles are there in this world ? There's most probably another 'Conrad' thinker out there in let say, Jamaica ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Germany ? Latvia ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;There's billions of people,how do we stand out ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Like a gush of wind, eeerrr... literally, it hit me ! Why bother about what is a probability ? You can start just being yourself right now ! Who cares if there MIGHT be another me or you out there ?! If there is, YaY me ! Everyone is an individual by the choices they make. It's what makes you and brakes you that say what you are !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Silly me for pondering too far. My mind loves the probabilities of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;conRad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113887372433471675?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113887372433471675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113887372433471675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113887372433471675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113887372433471675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/02/individuality-i-sat-on-balcony-ledge.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113871898699945448</id><published>2006-01-31T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T22:59:35.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sloganistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I was bored yet again. Got this off of Li-Shia's blog. Anyways, it's so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here It Is;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;We'll Leave The Conrad On For You. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( aaawwwww ... so sweet ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Because I'm Worth Conrad. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( you betcha ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Poppin' Fresh Conrad. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( yesterday I was bouncing fresh ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Reach Out and Touch Conrad &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( I need all the love I can get ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The Coolest Conrad on Ice. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( I'm cool ! WoooHooo ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Where Conrad is a Pleasure. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( Thanks ! A boost to my ego ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Welcome To Conrad Country. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( First I am cool, now I have a country !!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Great Conrad. Great Times. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( You said it ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;My Goodness, My Conrad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;( Great ! Yay !&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi?word=sexual"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi?word=sexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... a slogan generator ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;conRad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi?word=gay"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113871898699945448?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113871898699945448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113871898699945448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113871898699945448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113871898699945448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/01/sloganistic-i-was-bored-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113861373794916376</id><published>2006-01-30T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T17:46:04.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To &lt;em&gt;Bounce&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt; Not To &lt;em&gt;Bounce&lt;/em&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here's an experiment I was testing out just moments ago. You know how, when listening to a song, the beat makes you bounce and jive to it. Well, I tested this ... eeerrr .... theory ... with two songs : &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Beyonce's - Check On It and TrickTrick ( I think that's how you spell it !? ) featuring Eminem - Welcome To Detroit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So first I listened to Beyonce and bouncing to the song was very easy and fun. It was upbeat. Then, the other song came on. Bouncing to it wasn't easy. However, if you continuously bounced, you'd be able to jive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;an harmonize with it's beat. But ! soon after the experiment ended, I forgot what was my hypothesis as bouncing so much made me wobbly. My head spun for awhile and now I forgot what was my whole point to this experiment ! Oh Well ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Maybe it was, ... eeerrr ... bouncing to a song should be left to a minimum .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As you can clearly see, I have been wasting my time doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;* not long after this post,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Conrad was spotted bouncing to the song - Miami by Will Smith*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-conRad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113861373794916376?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113861373794916376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113861373794916376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113861373794916376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113861373794916376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-bounce-or-not-to-bounce-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113854184417658244</id><published>2006-01-29T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:39:32.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Something Off Of Friendsters Bul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;letin Board ... Was Kinda Funny 4 Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Change this title name when u repost it again... I Got This From Friendster :) ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Take each letter of your name and substitute&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;it with the japanese sound to the right of the letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Names might be kinda long..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A- ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;B- zu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;C- mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;D- te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;E- ku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;F- lu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;G- ji &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;H- ri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I- ki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;J- zu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;K- me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;- ta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;M- rin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;N- to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;O- mo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;P- no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Q- ke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;R- shi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;S- ari &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;T- chi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;- do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;V- ru &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;W- mei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;X- na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Y- fu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Z- zi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;-conRad- = mimotoshikate - soun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;ds like motorola's new sushi handphone. ( hahaha ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113854184417658244?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113854184417658244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113854184417658244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113854184417658244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113854184417658244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/01/something-off-of-friendsters-bulletin.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113852921254576543</id><published>2006-01-29T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T18:06:52.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A Problematic Tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;ance, Let It Will Be .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Everytime I put 'It' at the back of my mind, 'It' pops right back. 'It' acually refers to all my troubles, stuff that's just been nagging at me every single day of my life. I know that almost everyone has the same problem but it's how we handle it that defines who we really are, isn't it ?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;STPM creeps slowly and so far my new year resolutions are having a slight shake of reality. Can I acually pull all of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;it off ? I am currently striving to fulfill my resolutions, yet one wonders will I ever get through it ? Will I manage to make it all a success ? One wonders ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have had small setbacks recently but does it give excuse to compromise my resolutions ? I guess not, but I have compromised it anyway. How do I make up for that ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is my chance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to prove myself, to disacount every accusation and to profess my true self. The real Conrad ... or ... conradicle ... ( few know what it means ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My blog is an outlet to question and provide an answer myself, but, is it really working ? Some people like me, type in riddles, confuse the words just to cover what's really inside me. Are you one of us ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As I seek answers, more questions ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ise. How am I to lead a life full of questions that worries my soul ? Yet, how can I be ignorant and lead a life that numbs my soul ? Do you get me ? ( a stadium full of people most probably won't get it ! ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is this an excuse to lead a life that I d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;o ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Notice every question arising. Why do I always seem negative ? Is this really negativism ( is there such a word ? ... probably not ! ) or is it a twisted sense of truth ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I confuse myself ! Do I confuse you ? Many a time I complain and whine, but my heart lightens and a sense of freedom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and hope spurs right in the middle. Now I wonder ... I wonder why can't I write like this in my essays !!! Why don't these words flow like this, then ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Now, as I read back what I typed, I laugh. I laugh because my problems are numb. I know it's there but I also know that everything has a place and a time. They say time heals. Let it heal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When it is time to solve a problem, then I'll solve it. Now it's not the time. Now is just the worried soul typing. The time isn't now people. The only problem left to solve now is my maths homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So be it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let it will be. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( coincidently, a song title taken off Madonna's new album ! :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;conradicle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;trikes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113852921254576543?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113852921254576543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113852921254576543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113852921254576543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113852921254576543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/01/problematic-trance-let-it-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113837845099082520</id><published>2006-01-27T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T00:14:11.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Polar Bear, Monkey Bu&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;tt &amp;amp; Ice Queen-&lt;em&gt;Conradicle&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;The day began late, well ... later than usual. I made Sonia late, Jeniffer was in class but left early ( before I even stepped into class ) and the day bore on with the usual droning of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally agreed to go to V.I's unofficial Christian Union after much persuasion from Rebecca, and me being dragged to the meeting by Amy. It wasn't as terrible as I thought it would be. I wasn't much of a person who would go for these kind of things. Surprisingly it was fun eventhough I don't remember the names of half the members. Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;-Shia kept company with me. It was funny how the both of us faked our way in singing those songs. We managed ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited and waited for Sonia to finish her meeting but it looked liked it would never end. As I was waiting, I met Yong Kwang and Grace, so ... I decided to have a chat. Unfortunately, I can't explain why ?, Why the heck was I talking total rubbish to them ? Not a very smart move ... but that's me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li-Shia whipped out her camera and we all went picture crazy ... cool !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait any longer for Sonia, so, I dashed off to tuition. I was late ( no surprise ! ) ... I didn't have lunch, which meant I didn't eat till 9pm... ( poor me ... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In tuition, during Chemistry, I tried to stay awake desperately. When this happens, I become agitated and a bit overbearing, thus, I annoyed the HELL out of Suzanne and Denise ( more of Suzanne than Denise ) ... No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;w I know ! If I want to pay attention, I Have to sit next to Desiree ... It's weird, she kinda is like coffee to me. Makes me stay awake and lowers my 'Hyper Potential Energy' ( whatever that means ? ! ... Wait ! doesn't coffee make us much more hyper ? Silly me !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the LRT station alone and was deterred by a film shoot right in the middle of the walkway between Central Market and the shoplots&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;! Stupid people ! What was so great about watching Malaysian D- grade actors shouting, and thus, blocking other people from getting to the other side ? ( wow ! long question ... ! ) Insane I say !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abriza called somewhere around 8pm, we chatted for quite sometime. Miss her a lot ! Then, Fariza called but sadly I turned down the invitation to go out tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;. Missing the old gang a lot ! I miss talking to Sonia ! All of us are so busy, it's frustrating that it's troublesome to even talk to one another !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah ! I received a disturbing letter from Rebecca. It's a bit over dramatic I prefer to remain silent. It was just too ... dramatic ! I hate having drama in my life !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, I gotta finish my maths tuition homework ! Can't wait till STPM is over ... OVER ... !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;conradicle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113837845099082520?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113837845099082520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113837845099082520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113837845099082520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113837845099082520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/01/polar-bear-monkey-butt-ice-queen.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113800611717179349</id><published>2006-01-23T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T16:48:37.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oops! I d&lt;/span&gt;id it agai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;n . . . 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school and so much work already. Oh crap ! I broke one of my newly set rules ! I promised not to update till the weekend !&lt;br /&gt;Oops ! I did it again . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113800611717179349?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113800611717179349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113800611717179349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113800611717179349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113800611717179349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/01/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113792336045498655</id><published>2006-01-22T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T17:49:20.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Na&lt;/span&gt;ture Trek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Nobody should have to wake up at 6.30a.m on a Sunday ! I met Shook Yee in the 7-eleven near Leisure Mall. My mum pestered me to get my prepaid card and lo and behold, I met Shook Yee. Both of us waited for Alan and Mok to fetch us to Mok's home. We wanted to go to the Taman Wangsa hill to collect soil &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;samples as it was nearer than Hulu Langat. But First, we had breakfast in a normal chinese coffee shop. My Milo was mixed with a whole lot of coffee ! Yuck !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey up the hill wasn't easy, Shook Yee and I were out of breath at the third stage of the trek. My heart was beating so fast it could have popped&lt;/span&gt; out of my chest ! But it was so much fun. I never went jungle trekking before. It was so cool. Plus, I reached up to the sixth stage, which was two stages higher than Buzzy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;has ever made, HaHa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way up, Alan and Mok collected the soil, whereas Shook Yee and I, decided to play, talk and sing ! When we reached the sixth stage, the track became much more dangerous, so we decided to turn back for Shook Yee's sake. Mok's smart idea was to use the shorter way back to his house. That way was so dangerous ! I slipped and slided everywhere but Shook Yee fell a couple of times, sending me into panic mode !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest thing &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;about trekking was that I could witness nature's true beauty. I wouldn't hesitate for a second if I had a chance to go back ! It was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at Mok's house, whilst he was having a bath, Shook Yee and I made friends with a friendly Rotweiler. It belonged to Mok's neighbour&lt;/span&gt; (behind his home). It was sad that the owners neglected this dog. It was left alone, locked up all the time with no one to play with. I felt sorry for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, we all decided to have lunch in Leisure M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;all. Making a decision to eat in one place was so hard as everyone &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wanted to eat something else. Shook Yee = Shakey's Pizza, Mok = Sushi King, Alan = Chinese Food and&lt;/span&gt; I = Mr. Teppanyaki. We all finally ate in Kenny Rogers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents picked me up from Leisure Mall and I completed some of my assignments soon after I reached home. I made a call to Sonia which turned to be horible for me and then, Stephanie called but we talked for awhile as I was quite busy, much to her dismay. I guess the plan for the rest of the day is to study and comp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lete the other assignments. Ugh ! Imagine the fun I'll have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh !!!? It's raining right now whilst the sun is blazing hot ! Not good ! Not good at all ! It's acid rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-conRad- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113792336045498655?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113792336045498655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113792336045498655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113792336045498655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113792336045498655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/01/nature-trek-nobody-should-have-to-wake.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113785729696850697</id><published>2006-01-21T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T23:28:17.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Winds Of Time Drif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ng By, Noiselessly ... * &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a soft Whoosh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after many many days, the computer is back. Just plugged in the damn thing this afternoon. It's been awhile. Many have asked why, why was my blog dead, still, stagnant, static, stale, untouched ? The answer to that was, the network card blew out ( technically ). For about a month I had no internet service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm back now. No use moaning over spilt milk. Days have gone by with many stories beneath the wings of time. Alas, it is too much to share. I had maths tuition today. Its safe to say that I irritated the teacher once again. Forgetting and bumbling formula here and there. Oh the horror ! ;0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church in the evening and was welcomed by the hot hot sun, burning the skin of me ! It's not fair that I keep getting tanned I want my old skin colour back !!! Just last week it was pouring rain. It's bad enough I'll be darker than ever before by tomorrow ! My biology group are going somewhere in Hulu Langat to get soil samples. Great ! Paint me black why don't you !? ( no offence to those who have darker shades of skin colour ), I just liked my old colour better ! Wouldn't you be surprised if you started getting fairer ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, worrying about my skin colour ? A bit too gay-ish ( no offence to gay people too ... ) There's no way of winning is there ? I'm offending people everywhere now ! Sorry ... * a sheepish smile *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It threatened to rain later in the evening just as I was about to leave for the "pasar malam"( night market ). I wanted to get some *unable to state because of legal reasons* hehehe ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home, ready to watch Cheaper By The Dozen 2. I know, I know, I'm about two months late in catching up with the latest movies. It was a good movie, lots of family values instilled into it ! Not bad I say. As it ended, I switched over to HBO only to find that I had missed Honey, the movie staring Jessica Alba ! I wanted to watch that too. Did you know Jessica lived in Malaysia when she was young ? Her father was stationed here. Where exactly, I don't know ? Try asking her and then let me know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Memoirs Of A Geisha just like Denise wants too! but the prospects are dim. Sadly, I have neither the time nor money. Looks like I  have to go back to the pasar malam... *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of typing more, but I'm growing tired and I need to wake up early for tomorrow's expedition to Hulu Langat. Why is it so hard to have simplicities in life ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly, Deeply, Madly.&lt;br /&gt;-conRad-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113785729696850697?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113785729696850697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113785729696850697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113785729696850697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113785729696850697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2006/01/winds-of-time-drifting-by-noiselessly.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113569776317282600</id><published>2005-12-27T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T23:36:03.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Malacca Post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer at home is giving problems ... AGAIN !!! So I'm doingmy first post from Malacca, from my cousins house, by the sea ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things to share but so little time ... There was The Darkened Christmas Mass ( Silent Night ), or The Jam-Packed Open House and The Boxing Day Gone mad and many more ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad, that all my days weren't shared at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, I'm too lazy 2 type nymore ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so goodbye for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-conRad-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113569776317282600?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113569776317282600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113569776317282600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113569776317282600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113569776317282600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2005/12/malacca-post-my-computer-at-home-is.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113429810875735217</id><published>2005-12-11T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T18:48:28.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Too Much Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I had too much fun yesterday. It was Sonia's birthday outing organised by her devoted boyfriend. We spent the whole day with friends at Midvalley Megamall. To add cheer to the celebration, Megamall had a few Christmas shows. It was snowing at one end, and, at the other end, there were performances by lavishly dressed performers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, I'm suffering a hangover of too much fun. I woke up early, to go to church. Then I had dim-sum for breakfast. When afternoon was nearing, my mum started her spring cleaning regiment, that's when the hangover started to kick in. I felt severely light-headed and I threw up in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to rest and sleep, by the time I woke up, it was evening. Oh well, at least I'm ok now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been using any exclamation marks because my keyboard is finally reacting to that hard fall it had a few weeks ago. All thanks to my mum's spring cleaning in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor, sad, sad keyboard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-conRad-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113429810875735217?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113429810875735217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113429810875735217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113429810875735217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113429810875735217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2005/12/too-much-fun-i-guess-i-had-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113414750152444498</id><published>2005-12-09T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T00:58:21.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Birthday,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Present,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and The Very Long Flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's ... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SONIA'S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it is technically not Sonia's birthday anymore, but, who cares ? Who said you couldn't celebrate even if it's past a day ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family left to the Kuala Lumpur International Airport [ KLIA ] to see my Godfather off. On the way to KLIA, usually one would pass a lush green forest of palm oil trees, unspecified species of greenery and also catch tiny glimpses of housing estates and a small town. It got me thinking about life there. I imagined myself happy and at peace. It put a little smile on my face, places like these give me a slight sense of comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my heart raced when I realised that there were no shopping malls, no cinemas, no Starbucks and Coffee Bean and most of all no party life . It was then did I realise that I am a "city boy". Maybe I'll learn to live in a quiet town once I'm old and grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In KLIA, I did a little shopping to get Sonia's birthday present. I finally settled on a fragrance set from Body Shop. My godfather and his family, along with a few friends, were fashionably late, and when they came, everyone was kinda happy to see each other. We were all standing around, chatting and laughing, the flight was delayed you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Trevor was up to his usual upbeat self, always cracking jokes here and there, making all of us laugh non-stop. He tried to give my aunt a ride on the baggage cart, he said we are all young at heart. HaHa ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got kinda bored waiting in front of the "checking-in" counter, so we moved to the viewing lobby [ where you see the plane depart and arrive ]. My brother and my cousin's cousin, Estella, were livid when they both saw planes coming and going. Children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, soon the time came for my godfather to depart. My grandmother didn't go to the airport because she was scared she would be too emotional. She cried a few times for a few days. Within our tight circle of friends and family, the atmosphere was tense and sad. My godfather said his goodbye's and so did we. Some of us dropped a few tears but oddly enough I didn't, I'm usually the over emotional one .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin had tons of advice thrown at him. My mum, my dad [ his godfather ], aunties, and his godmother kept reminding him that he was the "man" of the house now and that he should not cause any trouble and that education should not be taken lightly. I have nothing but sympathy for him, because, no teenager wants to be reminded of his or her responsibilities ... believe me, I know ... we already know what we have to do, stop making us feel drowned ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that stuff, we all headed home, I was a bit sad. A new song by Il Divo featuring Celine Dion was a nice comfort to listen to on the way home, it was called " Believe In You".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, at around 9pm, Kash, Thiru and Matt picked me up to go to Sonia's house to give her a small surprise. We all had cake [ brought by Shamelan... it was 4kg...] , chatted, and took pictures. Sonia opened my present and yelped quite loudly, she seemed to like the present, I hope so ? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm here, at home, with a splitting headache, praying and worrying, that my godfather has a safe flight to England and that he has no problem at the customs in England. He brought a few knives in his baggage [ not hand luggage ] ... what do you expect from a chef ? It's a very long flight ... I'll miss him ... hope he remembers to declare those knives in Heathrow Airport .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-conRad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113414750152444498?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113414750152444498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113414750152444498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113414750152444498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113414750152444498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2005/12/birthday-present-and-very-long-flight.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113388565326227249</id><published>2005-12-06T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T00:14:13.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kudos To My Godfather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum grew up with no father, he passed away when she was two. Life for my grandmother wasn't easy at all, before and after the loss. She took up multiple jobs and my mother stopped her education at the age of 17 to help support her family which also included two younger brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the youngest sibling in her family, is my Godfather. Life in Malacca isn't easy. He is a chef now, who was allocated to almost every place in Malaysia since he's career begin ! He has a family to support, so, for the past two years he has been searching for good offers in many places to support his wife, son, and mother ( my grandmother ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunity came knocking on the door when an airline and event catering company offered him a very good job . But, here's the catch, it's in Heathrow ! England ! And his Visa, it doesn't allow him to return to Malaysia for 5 years (except for holidays, and that's if he gets leave from his job) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for my mum's family, she has cousins all over the world, and now, they're offering to open their homes to my godfather. I'm just happy that my godfather has found a good paying job. He's been struggling, but nothing kept him down !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has 2 months to find for a knew place in Heathrow ( time limit that the company gave him ). It's just sad that he'll be away for awhile . Time flies. Lets just hope 5 years is a breeze through time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My Godfather, Ernest John Noah, thought me how to ride a bicycle, he thought me how ride on a motorcycle, he thought me how to never give up and how to enjoy the finer things in life. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-conRad-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113388565326227249?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113388565326227249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113388565326227249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113388565326227249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113388565326227249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2005/12/kudos-to-my-godfather-my-mum-grew-up.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113387598648085593</id><published>2005-12-06T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:37:55.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A Christmas Snippet &lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;re spring cleaning !!! The thing I hate doi&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;g before Christmas is, spring cleaning !!! We, as in my mom, sis n I go from room to room cleaning and wiping, sn&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ezing and fighting, coughi&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;g and singing, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hroughout a course of tw&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; weeks. Sometimes it is fun but at times I just get bored. This has been a regular r&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;utine. I have be&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;n doing this since I was b&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;rn !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Silent Night, Holy Night ... *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The b&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;st part is ... CHRISTMAS is on th&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; way !!! Woo&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;Hooo... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*Joy To The World ... *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhhm&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;m... What should I get for Christmas ? I ha&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;e everything I need ? ... Hhhhmmm.&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; D&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;lemma Betul ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*O Holy Night, The Stars ... *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ry Christmas Every&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ne !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-conRad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113387598648085593?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113387598648085593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113387598648085593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113387598648085593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113387598648085593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-snippet-more-spring-cleaning.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113384368098778416</id><published>2005-12-06T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T12:34:40.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R.AGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rage.com.my/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;http://www.rage.com.my/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A page for youths to open and share ideas.&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/15823458-113384368098778416?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113384368098778416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113384368098778416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113384368098778416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113384368098778416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2005/12/r.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113378516035269605</id><published>2005-12-05T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T20:23:30.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I Don't Need To Re-Assure Myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a remix for my life. Many things I try finding answers to. I close my eyes hoping everything changes. I know it's called DENIAL but it comforts me, lets me forget the hauntings of reality. Funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared. My grandmother ( my dad's side ) is suffering from alzheimers disease and she doesn't know. I've been impatient with her countless times. Partially because she brought me up where, being a child is unforgivable. Everything I did was wrong and my truth were lies. Yes, I should let my harbouring hurt go, but I find it hard. :) Now, I'm afraid, afraid of her making mistakes, forgetting simple things, I'm just afraid of the unknown. I can't handle ... ( I can't find the word or sentence to help explain how I feel )... I'm just scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoying life earlier, I was out Christmas shopping. But, God slapped a handful of reality to my face. Grounded. That's what I feel . Shackled to the earth's dust, which we came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost for words. Too lost . My loneliness within this body, is killing me. How do I deal with someone who doesn't want to believe she is sick ? How do I deal with this disease ? It's not a punishment to her or to me. It's just being part of the cycle of life. But, it feels like punishment !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot handle people being sick. Especially her ! I can't feel pity towards her, I don't want to ! She made my childhood a painful memory... But I can't make her sickness a painful memory either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAArgh ! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ? WHY ? WHY ? !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-conRad-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113378516035269605?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113378516035269605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113378516035269605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113378516035269605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113378516035269605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-dont-need-to-re-assure-myself-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113334942767116949</id><published>2005-11-30T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T19:17:07.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Diarrhoea Shmiarrhoea !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly what I had expected, which is to wake up at 6.30am nonetheless, and rush to the toilet. It was later in the day that I had realised that it was food poisoning that I was suffering from. I wasn't the only cursed victim of the packet of old ham slices, my sister and my younger brother suffered the wrath of an uncomfortable stomach too. However, as they are younger than me, their bodies have already created pre-antibodies for such things (stupid medical efficiencies ! ). Unfortunately for me, I will always be the one who has to suffer the worst of the worst !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did the toilet be my new bestfriend, but swallowing Panadols and other little pills became an hourly ritual of total discomfort ! Although, skipping tuition wasn't so bad ... hehe ! I'm in the Christmas mood ! Sue me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ! Enough about my bowels and the parody of it's contents ! As people may have noticed. I had been away for sometime. My dad conveniently forgot to pay the internet bill and so, took his time to do so. This is why my blog looked dead for awhile. Anyway, it's great to be back ! WoooHooo ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, I had bought Madonna's new album: Confessions On A Dance Floor after watching Harry Potter and The Goblet Of Fire ( HPATGOF) for the third time, it's acually quite good to listen to. I love it ! HPATGOF in my opinion was a downer. Yes ! Eventhough I watched it for three times ! Maybe I expected too much from it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ! I Gotta Go ! I hear soft whispers of the JAMBAN ( toilet ) calling out to me ! Conrad...! X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding ! Sheeesh ...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-conRad-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113334942767116949?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113334942767116949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113334942767116949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113334942767116949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113334942767116949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2005/11/diarrhoea-shmiarrhoea-not-exactly-what.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113187687560605955</id><published>2005-11-13T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T18:14:35.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B In The Mix &lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I was bored ? No ? ... Well, I'm BORED ! ... Stupid un-fun holidays ! I was disappointed deeply today because the book, A Million Little Pieces, had to be special ordered ! I don't know how the process goes ( I was to shy to ask a worker ! They all looked pretty busy ! ). Maybe Denise can help ? But the idea of getting the book was put off because money might be a factor ( The book could cost almost &gt;RM50 ! ). I don't want to buy something that expensive !!! I could use it to buy other stuff ( like Britney's ; B In The Mix: The Remixes coming out on November 22cd or QAF's season 3 DVD , etc. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After aimlessly walking from Times Square to Sungei Wang Plaza and finally to Bukit Bintang Plaza, I decided to head home because fulfilling my errands turn out to be a big bust ! ... I rushed home to see my Uncle and his family from Petaling Jaya. I wanted to see my 8 month old cousin ! She's so cute ! Each time they visit my family, I can't hold her because it's either I'm sick or away from home !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held her today ! Finally ! She is so cute ! So cuddly ! So cute ! ... ( okay , the word cute appeared more than it should ! :) ) ... But after awhile, she started crying. Turns out, she's in her cranky period ! Nevermind, I got to hold her ! Happy, happy me ! I love her baby-ish smell ! Hehe ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm listening to urban beats ! It's not really my thing , but anything is good, as long as I'm not bored ! Huh ?! Is Jojo's: Baby It's You an urban beat ? Since when ? Oh well !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-conRad-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113187687560605955?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113187687560605955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113187687560605955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113187687560605955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113187687560605955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2005/11/b-in-mix-rm50.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113177685233071674</id><published>2005-11-12T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T14:32:33.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dirty Little Secret &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... who has to know ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After last night, I saw a glimpse into my future life, and I so didn't want to be that person ! My mom and I had to go to Suriya ( a pub which my dad once co-owned ) to pick my dad up. I was there for about an hour and a half. This place usually entertains nobody but my dad and his friends. The business only survives on my dad's friends and the friends of his friends ( which isn't many ! ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this pub alone, you are able to find many different characters, different personas, all of whom I cannot stand. So yesterday, as I stepped into that pub, my face contorted into a fake smile. The smile which I give to all of my dad's friends !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I waited for my dad to finish his game of cards ( I had no idea what they were playing ??? ), I looked around and the thought hit me, like a light bulb lighting up ! I might turn into these people !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be sitting in the same place of that dingy, smoky, smelly, alcohol filled pub, with the music blasting, people shouting and I enjoying it !!! The thought scared me ! I didn't want to be in there anymore, but the cruel hand of fate tied me down. I watched everyone there closely. Picking up pointers on what not to do in the future ! I gulped down the last of my second Mango Malibu drink, secretly hoping that I got drunk ( this stuff wasn't strong at all !!! ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally reached home, I realised that getting drunk wasn't any answer ! Being drunk just numbs the truth for awhile ! I thank God that everytime it didn't work, when I tried to get drunk ! I know I have foolishly done things out of the blue, but I have never felt more proud of myself then right now ! I have managed to handle myself much more better than last time ! I know life will have it's hurdles, and I may trip and fall in every way, but I know I'll get up sooner or later, with a better understanding... :) Just forgive me if I tend to lose hope first. I know I'll find my way ... ( suddenly it sounds very sappy here ... but I don't care ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know~ Dirty Little Secret is playing now ... I have dirty little secrets, don't you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-conRad-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113177685233071674?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113177685233071674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113177685233071674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113177685233071674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113177685233071674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2005/11/dirty-little-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113170141075447168</id><published>2005-11-11T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T17:33:00.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A MILLION LITTLE PIECES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...of the ups and downs called life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/nanatalese/millionlittlepieces/"&gt;(http://www.randomhouse.com/nanatalese/millionlittlepieces/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares !!! Aaargh ... ! Who knew that The Exorcism Of Emily Rose would be so disturbing ? It has been a long time since a movie disturbed me so much ! What's wrong with me ? I woke up countless times, luckily it wasn't 3am ! ( the time has it's significance in the movie ), and dreamt up countless nightmares ! Stupid me ! I knew I shouldn't have watched it ! Stupid ! Stupid ! Stupid !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I had such a bad sleep, I got even more sick ( the usual fever and a cold ), which in turn, made me miss school ! The day droned on and on with me basically helping around the house ! ( Trust me ! I'm not that good, I only did the helping to rid the nagging fact which was, I was BORED out of my skull ! ) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught a little bit of The Oprah Show, it was something about people surviving unsurvivable stuff ( like stage 4 cancer, etc. )... but then Oprah showed a promo on her next book to read for her book club, the book is : A Million Little Pieces by James Frey . Her cast and crew members swear by it, that the book is a provocative, engaging, and inspiring story based on the life of James Frey ( the writer ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went online to oprah.com to check the book, to read a little snippet! I read the first few lines, James Frey describes and explains a lot in a somewhat droned boring voice. I felt total boredom arising in me, again! However, I can't explain why I still read on ? I finished the whole excerpt provided, James' writing is simple yet it pulled me into his world ! Maybe the book is written this way, to tell you no lies, a sense of honesty is created and to create an understanding of his world ! I wanted to know what happens ! I want to see what all the hype is about ! I got to have the book ! James Frey is no J.K. Rowling nor is he Joseph Conrad. His story, according to Oprah, gives hope to everyone ! I so gotta read it !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-conRad- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113170141075447168?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113170141075447168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113170141075447168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113170141075447168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113170141075447168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2005/11/million-little-pieces.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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-15823458.post-113161553932022409</id><published>2005-11-10T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T14:35:51.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm Not Afraid !!! Really, I'm Not !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid !!! Really, I'm not !!! So, The Exorcism Of Emily Rose ( TEOER ) is a true story, I watched at Times Square with Rubana and the gang. School happened to be a total bore because no teacher wanted to teach a class of six !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, at about 9am, I met Rubana lazily walking past my class. She just arrived. I was bored, so I asked if she would like to accompany me to Samping to eat, she accepted the offer ! She said something about teachers not bothering ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Samping, I had decided to tag along later, to watch TEOER. It just opened in theathers ! The movie got me thinking about my religion, sacrifice and life as I live it. There were some facts that scared me shitless! It made me afraid yet strong and proud of my faith...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I was so freaked out because of the movie, that I had a sleepless night. The 'boyfriend in the dorm' scene was etched in my mind forever ! ... sheesh ! Talk about paranoia !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-conRad-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15823458-113161553932022409?l=therctrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113161553932022409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15823458&amp;postID=113161553932022409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113161553932022409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15823458/posts/default/113161553932022409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therctrail.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-not-afraid-really-im-not-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>-conRad-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832624513163150692</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>
