tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61333365910048740222024-03-19T18:25:17.051+08:00CK's Journey Magic footsteps begin here,...CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.comBlogger465125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-7831611723311192452014-02-23T17:53:00.001+08:002014-02-23T17:53:48.463+08:00A LonG FrOzEn HeArt~~~<div dir="ltr">
<span style="color: #cccccc;">It's been a while since I last blogged. Never thought this
blog is not longer highlighting my journey of life, but a place to
relieve my thoughts and be myself here.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">This thoughts of relieve began 3 years back when I had my
longest semester break during my university years. Back then after a bad
encounter in my second year, I knew in order to achieve my goal and
what I want, I gotta stay focus. To stay focus, I decided to turn
myself into a new leave. A person I thought I am gonna be for the rest
of the life to strike for success. A person who locked and frozen his
heart from having any feeling of pain and sorrow as to move on in life. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">Soon with blessing by my side, I slowly getting close with
other courses friends whom fill my heart with warmness, kindness and
happiness. I was touched to seen with my true eyes and feel with my
fragile heart. 2 years of happiness past with a blink of an eye. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">I am now living and working in Singapore. Where closest
friends are not by my side physically. I did get a lot of mental support
from them trough messages, but sometimes it is the loneliness is
undeniably to be filled. The feeling of lonely eventually triggered my
fragile heart and unfrozen the long frozen heart. The pain and sorrow
slowly emerges out. This pain and sorrow is affecting towards my
performance and focus on my work. I feel bad I once again let myself
down and not able to find the energy to fight back. Each day and week I
did keep fighting with my best positive energy but that energy doesn't
seem last long. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">Coming weeks and month gonna be a busy period at work. I am
really worry if I could overcome such challenge of work with such
condition of heart. Many advised by pampering myself with good food and
outing with friends, I would feel better. It might help fill that
emptiness for temporary as for me to go further. But deep down in me
know that this way doesn't work for long run. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">It is like in a situation whether I lift myself up or let go to drown myself in the deep blue sea~~~....</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">I still wonder~~~</span></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">CK @,@</span></strong></div>
CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-17082770057738028492013-11-03T14:15:00.003+08:002013-11-03T14:17:52.652+08:00sUppOrT, Is aLL I NeeD!!!~~~<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">The week I started to struggle and lost in
my work life, it is the week I consistently had support from all my loved ones.
Support from my family, friends and coursemates. They are the one lifted me up
when I was down.</span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">It is just a simple word of encouragement
and support>>></span> <span style="color: #fff2cc;"><em>Jiayou!!!~~~</em></span><span style="color: #eeeeee;">,…that keeps me moving forward and overcome
my fear, obstacles and challenges. <br />
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And thanks to this motivation phrase,..</span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
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</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">It makes me not to give up easily when face challenges
and remind myself why I started everything in the beginning at <span style="color: red;">Singapore </span>here. Is
time for me to stand up strong and outshine who I was and who I am gonna be!!!
^.^V</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">I would to express my gratitude to all whom had supported me during this
period. Your support is much appreciated!!!</span>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>
<span style="color: red;">With Love,</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f;"><strong>CK ^.^</strong></span></span></span></div>
CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-13167136943943244082013-10-24T18:33:00.002+08:002013-11-03T14:17:44.601+08:00LoSt MoMeNtS @,@!!!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">I am lost again!!! @,@!!!<br />
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I am in a very lost moment ever since last 2 weeks, 10<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> October. A
date that marked 12 years since my dad had gone. Every year when this date
approaching, I am totally lost and not knowing if what I had decided is right
or wrong. What I had decided is really what I want. I wonder if I still had
trauma over his leaving that make me to be more strong and independent rather
be someone so dependent on others. <br />
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For past 2 weeks, I had been going through mental struggle of to leave or stay
the challenge to my current condition. I had numerous breakdowns or even in
depression mood during the night before sleep. I kept to myself, knowing my
family and siblings will not understand what I really going through and why I
feel to quit my current work. </span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">Although I knew eventually I might able to
go through such obstacle and challenge, but deep down in my heart, I knew that instinct
of telling me to go for what I interest and passion in rather than forcing
myself in a condition or environment which is I am so uncomfortable in. I
somehow knew God and my dad trying to send message to me to overcome it and be
stronger. <em><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”</span></em> right? <br />
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Still I will not give up trying what I want to venture in rather than sitting not doing anything to change my life I want it to be. I believe with
determination and faith in my hand, I can shape my own life and story instead
of others telling me what to do and to become!!! May luck be by my side and
blessed be by God and dad,…<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-17247242208188692932013-06-05T20:05:00.002+08:002013-06-05T20:10:12.270+08:00VIVA was over!!! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Finally had completed
my <span style="color: orange;"><strong>VIVA (FYP Presentation)</strong></span> on Monday!!! </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">A presentation
that I long waited, eager and looking forward.></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6;"></span></span></span> </div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">I supposed to feel relief and relax after such
critical presentation of mine in this final semester. But I kinda felt a bit
down and disappointed. Guess luck was not by my side, so I feel not satisfied
with my presentation performance. First, thanks to<span style="color: #fff2cc;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“magic”</i></span> from coordinator that I need to present on first day
(Monday) morning session. Secondly, on the day itself, my laptop was unable to
connect to the projector, so I can’t use the new presentation software to
present.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then, with <span style="color: blue;">Monday Blue</span> in the
morning, the lecturers mood doesn’t seem so good with one panel is pregnant
lecture. So here goes the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #e06666;">“shooting”</span></i> moment
to the first 3 presenters from both lecturers whereas, me and my PSM-mate got
slight <em><span style="color: #e06666;">“shooting”</span></em> from the pregnant lecturer only after them. That moment I
finished presenting, I felt like crap and break down although I did a video in
the presentation doesn’t seem to be useful enough to handle the panel (pregnant
lecture). </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6;"></span></span> </div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">It took me 2 days to recover from the break down, but now I am ready
for new challenge. I am ready to prepare myself for one final battle in my
university life <span style="color: #6aa84f;">(My LAST FINAL Exam)</span>!!!</span> </span></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="color: #f4cccc;">P.S:</span> </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><em><blockquote class="tr_bq">
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<span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Anyhow, I would still express my greatest gratitude to my supervisor, Madam Wafty for her unconditional guidance and support throughout this 1 year of FYP period. Your kind attention is much appreciated also!!!</span></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">CK</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">(志堅)</span></strong>CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-40669170838355323792013-05-08T22:23:00.000+08:002013-05-15T17:25:29.633+08:00~Touching story of a married couple~<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="yui37228136851646665155"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="yui37228136851646665155"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: orange;"><em><strong>A story of a husband sending off his pregnant wife to take bus back to her hometown</strong></em> </span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<em><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">"Once on
boarding time, the wife got into the bus, sitting near by the window
seat. Her tears started to drop from her eyes when she saw her husband waiting
patiently for the bus departure, to ensure she is safely depart in his own
eyes. Her tears dropped even more when she could not do anything but sitting in
the bus waiting for the bus to depart. Looking through the window, seeing her
husband standing by the bus stop but couldn't talk to him, hurts even more. It
is the feeling of so close yet so far. They can see each other but could not
talk to each other. All they can is sign language that they both understand in
each other, separated by a sheet of window glass in between until one moment,
the husband texted her (comforting text I think). Once she received the text,
the smile in her face clearly took over her tears drop earlier. The wife then
insisted her husband to leave the place and do not need to wait until the
bus departs since it is quite insecure for him to wait around the bus stop area
with many snatch thief cases happened in the past at the area. The husband on
the other hand also insisted but to stay and wait as he can't leave her alone
in the bus before the departure. All he did is move away from her eye sight but
still waits there. And just few minutes later, finally the bus departs. When
the bus start moving the wife could still see her husband still waiting there.
She was even more touch, she stares into her husband eyes as the bus moves.
Although it was short stares in the eyes between them two, but it is the
meaning in it. The stares of a wife telling her husband how much she will miss
him and she will be waiting for him in hometown which is the period near her
pregnancy due period to see him again....."</span></em></div>
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<span style="color: #f4cccc;">P.S: This is real life story of a married couple as foreseen <span class="yui37228136851646665155"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">when I was waiting at bus stop for bus back to university. </span></span> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #fce5cd;">by;</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">CK</span></strong></span></span><br />
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CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-30076352290225722742013-04-04T07:25:00.000+08:002013-04-04T07:27:58.731+08:00~Thought of Doubts!!!~<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #cccccc;">I didn’t expect
I would be writing this post a thought in my mind that been struggling and
conflicting for the past few months. Ever since I was young, I was bliss to
have grandma, aunt and my cousins to pamper me since I am the youngest among
the cousin siblings. At the age 7, my whole life entirely changed. I never knew
that the decision of my dad to move me back to KL had changed my life completely.
Without his decision, I wouldn’t be in the government primary school studying Malay
language as primary language for all the subjects instead of in the Chinese primary
school. With my dad leaving before he could even see my achievement in UPSR
result, it is another turning point in my life. I made up my decision to enter
English cluster school that shape my life and defined me of who I am now. I
never knew entering such top school with my second achievement in my PMR result
can impact me so much!!!! The leadership and social skills gained from this
school that leads to me now, to where I am now. Without all these achievements
or experiences, I wouldn’t come this far until tertiary education, my current
university and course I am studying now. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was, I am still doing well in my study and
skills achievement that I need as graduate engineer for the working world.</span>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">But at some
point, I still doubt myself. Not only the doubt in me, but doubt of where I am
now that would make my parents proud of. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Knowing my dad who lack of education since
young, he would definitely be proud of my education level now. But to my mom, I
am currently feeling lost. One moment I am feeling the love from her taking
good care of me. But another moment, I feel so insecure with the lack of
support or the support that never been expressed out by her makes me feel if I am
doing it the right way. It seems like everything I did or said to her is
meaningless and nothing special to her. The hard work I been doing for my
study, my family, my home and my life seem useless to her eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes, like I feel she never seems to
appreciate all my hard work. My brother on the hand, never seem to put much
effort to the family in the early years make me envy and jealous of his life
and mom’s treatment to him. Mom always been treating brother like a prince of
the house, fulfilling every request from him since young, and never been
nagging him for not helping out in the family. It is a total opposite treatment
to me. Why my mom needs to be so hard to me? Why she can be so unfair? Why I am
always the one need to help out with chores and obeys everything said in the
family? With much freedom given fairly to both of us, I still not feeling the
freedom with the limitation given by mom compares to my brother. It is like he
just can be and do anything, limitless freedom, but to me, I still have
limitation in being or doing what I want. Even when we were infants in her
womb, there is a huge difference in us. My brother been getting the good
nutrients where as I am only getting daily <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">nasi
lemak</i> for nutrient. How can there is such a difference in us? We both are
her children, but the treatment, the sickness (cataract and skin sensitive
since young, glaucoma in recent years) where my brother is completely flawless
and healthy and evens the look is so different!!! My brother and I are
completely of two different look. If we walk out to the public, any strangers could
even recognize us as brothers. With all these, I have this silly thought of me
and my brother is not biological related or even worst, I am thinking I might
be adopted son. I don’t know why, I would have such thought. But it is really
these doubts in me that bugged my mind over recent months. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wonder when these thought of doubts in me
will be clear!? I just hope what I think in my mind would not be a reality and
if it is true, I wonder how myself would be handle it!?</span> <span style="color: #6aa84f;"><strong>~LOST!!!~</strong></span>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">CK @,@!!!<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-36872911071919293322013-03-12T02:40:00.001+08:002013-03-12T02:40:20.017+08:00Quote for life~~~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong><span style="color: #e69138;"><em>"Someone
once said that we shouldn’t cry because something is over but we should be glad
that it happened."</em></span></strong><strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;"></span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">CK ^.^</span></strong></div>
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CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-52290494687932738132013-01-18T19:30:00.000+08:002013-01-24T02:46:07.906+08:00MeeT Ups & DePaRts<div style="text-align: left;">
Officially today the last musketeer is back to her home!!! All my beloved FIST friends are back home for real!!! Real as in, they would have not return again to uni for coming semester. The feeling if being left out alone in coming semester without them makes me vulnerable and insecure. I am glad to know such fanstactic and amazing friends of them!!!</div>
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The first two should be my "dai po" and "lo po zai". I just wondered how these "relation" came up to. But I am happy and lucky to know them. Always caught up in between them with the "jealousy" fight, was kinda fun, haha but other friends who hear and seen it, can't take it anymore with such "scene". </div>
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"Dai po" being the "good wife", cooking and preparing all the nice food for me when I was hungry. Sharing lots of things but also argue a lot of things in between. Still we will always unlimited chat with her no matter how. =p</div>
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"Lo po zai" on the other hand is very caring, cheerful and supportive one. Without her in this semester, I wonder how would I survive the friendship obstacle in the room. She always made my day with something, either with ice-cream treat or with the "nice compliment" (which continue by so teasing at the end of the sentence). =)</div>
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Lastly, I wish them find thier happiness and a person who truly care and love them as they long searched for.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEr87HnaApwfTBIYLoQfwvso9phtEMkIFZJ9Ruchj2id1JMbpVKsDFA8wZNdeTfEbPb_2bmD9RhKcyNVCuY6sUuHqhYtJs24yrOSIYC9qMGjLRQ2gOVnNIY8E6pP0aH4DinbdEQmzLpM4/s1600/60929_10200406939079402_1687576906_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEr87HnaApwfTBIYLoQfwvso9phtEMkIFZJ9Ruchj2id1JMbpVKsDFA8wZNdeTfEbPb_2bmD9RhKcyNVCuY6sUuHqhYtJs24yrOSIYC9qMGjLRQ2gOVnNIY8E6pP0aH4DinbdEQmzLpM4/s200/60929_10200406939079402_1687576906_n.jpg" width="150" /></a>Then, it was my roommate (1 & half year). I think he is one of a kind person. Why I say so??? Well last time not knowing him, I thought he is just ordinary person. But knowing longer and with his growth, I saw special in him. His thoughts and goals some how inspired me. To be honest, sometimes I, myself beh tahan his cuteness (sort of natural cuteness in him),..hahaha,...but all in all it is easy around with people like him,...I think this pic is the most handsome him!!! ^.^v</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3IsD_ftIlvPygXiowkR7vtJwRLP22Eb_z0gzPE3xTTEcz8g7oSDzmWrDjfYox_yQUBShBXrLiCNsKH6kpKkVGgvNn9psB7RcTUYwRu_e1w7TiCAZavbSFBBpNj7_GhyphenhyphenODz1040TCh1wI/s1600/395020_513605281984694_558306091_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3IsD_ftIlvPygXiowkR7vtJwRLP22Eb_z0gzPE3xTTEcz8g7oSDzmWrDjfYox_yQUBShBXrLiCNsKH6kpKkVGgvNn9psB7RcTUYwRu_e1w7TiCAZavbSFBBpNj7_GhyphenhyphenODz1040TCh1wI/s200/395020_513605281984694_558306091_n.jpg" width="150" /></a>These 2 girls, to me always come in pairs. Although not all the times, but it is when everytime I meet them. Cause' I got to know and meet them at the same time. They both also gave me laughter, support and unconditionaly teasing when complimenting as well. Haha. Time too short for me to get to know them more and better. Wish we will have chance to meet up often during holiday before graduate.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1M2PwEmPpqRMEAlfGbCYJlY2Twwvt3NOL0gIMpjqtKf8S3i5xlaicqk23ldwOgDiyKKu4EToJPy6zlRnfxjpWwjKxLSbEEFp-N1bLm7eg7DfEcRDYwC4MDDd_sOXMA_FzHg-ErUh0M80/s1600/528356_10200406912398735_777818906_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1M2PwEmPpqRMEAlfGbCYJlY2Twwvt3NOL0gIMpjqtKf8S3i5xlaicqk23ldwOgDiyKKu4EToJPy6zlRnfxjpWwjKxLSbEEFp-N1bLm7eg7DfEcRDYwC4MDDd_sOXMA_FzHg-ErUh0M80/s200/528356_10200406912398735_777818906_n.jpg" width="150" /></a>If compare the 2 girls above, I think I would need to spend even more time to get to know more and better about her. She is really not as "cold" as first impression. In fact, as she said, she is melted ice-mountain. Kinda wasted didnt get to know such cool person earlier of the uni life. Well guess first step I should take, going Ipoh find her and Mr.Wong for Ipoh tour to know more about her, her hometown and her background. Bet interesting stories will come out!!!<br />
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Finally, here,...is one of the musketeer girl who just went back home. ET her nickname. To me she aint ET at all!!! Guess you just gotta know her more. Simple yet hardworking person. Impressed with her determination at times. But ya indeed I kinda scare off with her "shooting skill" at times. Thank God, she "spare" me away,..hehehe. Guess the statement will not come back to uni again will not be applicable to her. She will continue master degree in UMP. <br />
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So wish her success towards the PhD road path!!! V^.^V<br />
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Last, not forgetting JJ my beloved roomate who supported and helped me so much this semester. And also others FIST friends (Pei Yee, Han Wau, Yew Chong, Yuki Teo & Sing Ying). Thanks to be part of my life!!! Wish you all the best and good luck in your future life!!! Cheers!!! ^.^<br />
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<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">CK ^.^</span></strong>CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-36963816924567182452013-01-14T01:36:00.000+08:002013-01-24T01:37:14.513+08:00hAppY bIrThDaY dAd!!!<span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Without realising, it was my dad's birthday today. I hardly celebrate his b'day when he was around. Only way I expressed my gratitude was giving present to him. Now I don't even have the chance to give present to him anymore. Well anyhow,..<br /><br /><strong><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Happy Birthday Daddy!!! </span></strong><br /><br />Thanks a lot for what you had given and left for me. I am glad you seeded my root strong in hometown and grow harder in KL as my real land. I got my root and I was, I am growing my branches now. Soon I will have my leaves and flower blossom. Till the day I make you proud of who I am, Dad,...<br /><br />Here's a song I always remind myself of your teaching and guidance in my life before you left,...</span><br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: #f4cccc;">So many things<br />
To do and say<br />
But I can't seem<br />
To find my way<br />
But I wanna know how<br />
I know<br />
I'm meant<br />
For something else<br />
But first<br />
I gotta find myself<br />
But I don't know how<br />
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Oh, why do<br />
I reach for the stars<br />
When I don't have wings<br />
To carry me that far?<br />
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I gotta have<br />
Roots before branches<br />
To know who I am<br />
Before I know<br />
Who I wanna be<br />
And faith<br />
To take chances<br />
To live like I see<br />
A place in this world<br />
For me<br />
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Sometimes<br />
I don't wanna feel<br />
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And forget the pain<br />
Is real<br />
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Put my head<br />
In the clouds<br />
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Oh, start to run<br />
And then I fall<br />
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Thinkin'<br />
I can't get it all<br />
Without my feet<br />
On the ground<br /><br />
There's always a seed<br />
Before there's a rose<br />
The more that it rains<br />
The more I will grow<br />
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I gotta have<br />
Roots before branches<br />
To know who I am<br />
Before I know<br />
Who I wanna be<br />
And faith<br />
To take chances<br />
To live like I see<br />
A place in this world<br />
For me<br />
<br />
Whatever comes<br />
I know how to take it<br />
Learn to be strong<br />
I won't have to fake it<br />
Oh, you're understandin'<br />
The wind can come<br />
And do its best<br />
Blow me north, and south,<br />
East and west<br />
But I'll still<br />
Be standing<br />
I'll be standing<br />
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If I have<br />
Roots before branches<br />
To know who I am <br />
Before I know<br />
Who I'm gonna be<br />
And faith<br />
To take chances<br />
To live like I see<br />
A place in this world<br />
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I gotta have<br />
Roots before branches<br />
To know who I am<br />
Before I know<br />
Who I wanna be<br />
And faith<br />
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To take chances<br />
And live like I see<br />
A place in this world<br />
For me</span></strong></em><br /></div>
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CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-2528270925174867452013-01-12T07:10:00.001+08:002013-01-12T07:10:42.183+08:00I've DecIdEd!!!<span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Lately, I come across with mixed feeling again. A feeling that I should not
emerges out. A feeling that I long forgotten how warm this could feel. But it’s
this feeling that had long gone keeps my heart <em><strong><span style="color: white;">“frozen”</span></strong></em> for these 2 years. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I keep asking myself if
I should have made the step forward. My brain asks me to, but my heart asks me not.
I just can’t do it. Making such step need courage and that courage in me was
long gone.</span></span><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> </span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Recent
I just wrote “In our life we need to have Hope, Faith & Believe. That's how
Love exist & create Peace to our life and people around us!!!”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd;">But I have decided, it is best things remain that way. This is for the good
of both of us. Till I find my courage to love again, now I can only love my mom
and my families unconditionally. However, you will always have an equal
important spot like my surrounding close friends. If you need help and support,
I will always be there and care for you.</span> <o:p></o:p><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><em>CK </em></span></strong>CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-71757804363166882652013-01-06T03:41:00.001+08:002013-01-06T03:47:18.031+08:00Get It Right!!!<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="250" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/545262604/2361e089" width="420"></embed><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><em><strong><span style="color: orange;">What have I done?</span></strong></em></span></div>
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I wish I could run,</div>
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Away from this ship going under</div>
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Just trying to help</div>
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Hurt everyone else</div>
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Now I feel the weight of the world is on my shoulders</div>
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What can you do when your good isn’t good enough</div>
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And all that you touch tumbles down?</div>
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Cause my best intentions</div>
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Keep making a mess of things,</div>
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I just wanna fix it somehow</div>
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But how many times will it take?</div>
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Oh, how many times will it take for me to get it right, to get it right?</div>
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Can I start again, with my faith shaken?</div>
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Cause I can’t go back and undo this</div>
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I just have to stay and face my mistakes,</div>
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But if I get stronger and wiser, I’ll get through this</div>
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What can you do when your good isn’t good enough?</div>
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And all that you touch tumbles down?</div>
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Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things,</div>
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I just wanna fix it somehow</div>
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But how many times will it take?</div>
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Oh, how many times will it take for me to get it right?</div>
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So I throw up my fist, throw a punch in the air,</div>
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And accept the truth that sometimes life isn’t fair!</div>
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Yeah, I’ll send out a wish, yeah, I’ll send up a prayer</div>
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And finally someone will see how much I care</div>
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What can you do when your good isn’t good enough?</div>
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And all that you touch tumbles down?</div>
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Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things,</div>
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I just wanna fix it somehow</div>
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But how many times will it take?</div>
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Oh, how many times will it take, to get it right?</div>
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To get it right? <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: #45818e;">This song really
describe me from in and all out; </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Seriously, what have I
done? I always doubt myself with such question. My intention on doing anything
was purely trying to help, but why in seem ended up hurting everyone else
around me? </span></span><br />
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Am I too stubborn in making decision and action!? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">With every action I had
taken, I felt thousand tonne of weight is on my shoulders. Just like I am <em>“Angel”</em>
and I ain’t supposed to make any mistake or wrong decision. It’s like
everything I had done just ain’t good enough for people around me. Whatever
situation I’m involved in, things just became worst. As if I am a creature with
the ability of “touch of destruction”. With everything I touched, it tumbles
down and destructed. That feeling was the worst feeling of all!!!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Sometimes the more I tried
to fix, the worst it became. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">How many
times will it takes? How many times will it take for me to get things right??</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Once? </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Twice?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Thrice? <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Or never?<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Why? Why? Why?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Why can’t life be easy
on me!? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Let me do what I want
and I’m comfortable with. Stop judging me with my actions taken. Although now I
would have not care other peoples’ judgment, but still,..I was once that
person, a person who so afraid of other peoples’ judgment to the level I felt suffocated.
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">All I wish is someone
out there whom I had helped with good intention and sincere heart will be able
to see how much I care for you all,..</span></span><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: #6aa84f;">CK</span></em> <o:p></o:p></strong></div>
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CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-25895619054845627792012-12-03T18:15:00.000+08:002012-12-03T18:16:54.848+08:00I'm bAcK!!!<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: orange;">Yes!!!
I'm back to my abandoned blog here. Can't recall what is the reason I abandoned
the blogging life is. But I'm sure the reason I'm back. </span></span><br />
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I'm back for source of inspiration and motivation. Inspiration and motivation source
search not from others but from me and my life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span>I had long forgotten every moment I had
written down in the blog is the source of inspiration and motivation. The
appreciation of moment of my life is what keeps me going on. <br />
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Recent semester in final year, too much had happened. Many obstacles happened either
from lecturer, study (exam, projects and assignments), course-mates or even
roommates. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had changed myself into the
self-protective person. Being ignorance and silence to handle everything,
including sleeping for very long hours, the long I mean is <strong>REALLY REALLY LONG</strong>
for a day. I had chosen <span style="color: red;">Forget Everything and Run</span> first type of <strong>FEAR</strong>. Now it’s
time for me to choose to the second type of <strong><span style="color: #93c47d;">FEAR (Face Everything and Rise).</span></strong> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange;">I
can’t let myself down anymore with all the negative incidents that happened. This
recent month just really reminds me that I had long forgotten the lessons of
life. Lessons that I knew long before but didn’t realise until now. I had been
blinded by my emotion. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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With all the people and things that happened surrounding me recently, it’s
important to remind myself once again that;</span></div>
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Never expect anything in return (helping in return) when you help others.</span></div>
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<span style="color: orange;">~ There
are always no true friends or true enemies in life. </span></div>
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not compare yourself with others <strong>EXTREMELY.</strong></span></div>
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Ignorance and silence and not commenting any further to certain statement is
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Appreciate and treasure with what you have in hand.</span></div>
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Believe in <em><span style="color: #f4cccc;">karma</span></em>, believe in<span style="color: yellow;"> </span><span style="color: #f4cccc;">“<em>Aal is Well</em>”</span> (Don’t let your heart have the
feeling of fear and scared)</span></div>
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Have passion (sincere heart) in everything you do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange;">The
list can goes on and on, I shall stop to where those are thinkable at this
moment. It’s just a recall to myself that whatever decision and choices that
had been made, never regret to it, because there will always be another outcome
you would not expect. <span style="color: #93c47d;"><strong>FEAR (Face Everything and Rise).</strong></span> Trust and believe in myself!!!
“Gambatte!!!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">CK ^.^v</span></strong></div>
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CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-46676746417658296652012-03-14T00:29:00.000+08:002013-04-02T17:14:28.017+08:00Hopes & Dreams (The Hippocratic Crush)<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>Each of us has dreams in our life. Some of us dreams for
ourselves and some of us dreams for others’ satisfaction. But all this
while, no one can be sure when these dreams can be achieved.
If we are unable to achieve our dreams, should we continue with our
determination? When we able to achieve our dreams, it gives happiness
even how small the dream is. Life is full of hope once again when we
able to achieve our dreams. But sometimes dreams are quite unpredicted,
but we can say it is our source of life. It is like oxygen for our
survival and our hearts need to have dreams to live life till the
fullest. However, life does not come easy, The more hopes we put on our
dreams, the more disappointment in return Where else, if there is no
dream, there won’t be unnecessary suffering. Maybe dreams might cause
suffering, but because of dreams we could able to overcome any
obstacles. So, no matter how disappointed or painful we are, we must not
lose our faith in dreams. William Shakespeare once wrote, dreams are
the only medicine that could heal sorrow and pain. When you are in
grief, dreams are like music that eases it away. It is happy moment when
we able to achieve our dreams, but at times our dreams conflict with
others; therefore we need to make sacrifices of either one. However, no
one but yourself could tell which you should choose. Some dreams might
not relate to you. You will not understand why some are willing to
sacrifice their life to achieve their dreams that do not have in return.
But by using your heart to feel, you will learned to respect each and
every dreams does not matter it is a small or big dream. No matters
dreams bring you relieve, happiness or sadness, the ability to dream or
to dream for is happiness in our life as we are still living in this
world. Even no matter how many dreams will be emptied, we still able to
find new dreams till the last moment of our life. <br /></em><span style="color: #6aa84f;"></span></div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">~On Call 36小時~</span></div>
CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-25119033225034495962011-10-10T00:00:00.000+08:002011-10-13T11:28:25.430+08:00人生有几个十年了?<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Without realising ten years had passed. Just with a blink of an eye, my dad had left the family for ten years, my life without him for a decade!!! Can’t even recall when was the year that I stop relying on him and his caring that trains me up to be such an independent person. But I am blessed that I got blessing from him. Blessing that ensure I can move on in my life every time I faced difficulties<strong> <span style="color:#33ff33;">“Out of difficulties, makes miracles.”</span></strong> Sometimes to change the impossible to possible, it is not that difficult at all. All you need is faith, effort and the trust in the final result. Yes indeed there is some part of me hating him because leaving the family, but I guess the amount of hatred I had to him is the amount I love him. I love him for the way he raise me, brought me up when I was down and even showing indirect guidance to me that is useful in anytime. I was once being rebellious and now I am turning into another person. I ain’t sure if my changing is good or the either way round. But at least I felt positive in my changing. My family and siblings might say I am changing to a cold blooded person, you can say whatever about me, I don’t really care anymore!!! The present me is, I don’t want to live a life based on judgement of others’. I live my life for myself, not for others. Sorry dad once again I might turn up to be a person you might want me to be. In my thinking now, I am getting older as an adult; I need to train myself up to be a better man, a more responsible to my work and action. So you can’t blame me for being of care less as I want to live in a life with my own definition of happiness. That is my most comfortable way of living and being the real me. I ain’t sure how I am going to survive in the <strong><span style="color:#ffcc99;">“real world”</span></strong> but I am sure with the knowledge, skills and capability I am achieving now, I can ensure I won’t let you down once again.<br /></span><br /></em><span style="color:#33cc00;"><em>May your soul and spirit blessed be!!! ^^<br />~Sadhu, sadhu, sadhu. ~<br /><br /></em></span><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Love,<br /></em></span><span style="color:#33cc00;">~CK ~</span></strong>CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-81141759195714075652010-12-28T03:27:00.000+08:002013-02-18T01:35:08.028+08:00~Lies,..~<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Lies maybe seem
bad and effected in many ways. But what if someone keeps telling white lies???
Does that take any effect? Can white lies remain not harmful even though it is
a lie? Or a lie is a lie. No matter white lies or not, it shall not be told.
But if that white lies helps to hold on to something, does that something worth
to be hold anymore? Or should just let it be. Just let that white lies hold to
it until maybe a deadline that might burst it off???,….<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><strong><span style="color: orange;">Conclusion:</span></strong> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><em><span style="color: #6aa84f;">~Clueless!!!~</span></em> </span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"></span></b> </div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"></span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">CK ~.~</span></b></span></div>
CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-13186334273333136462010-12-11T01:35:00.000+08:002013-02-18T01:36:17.646+08:00Hopes & Dreams<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;"><strong><em>These are the pieces that made up of someone’s life. I
was living a life full of hopes and dreams. Believing that if I put more hopes
I will have my dreams come true. But as times goes by, these two of puzzles
just disappear right in front of me. I become hopeless; dare not to hope for
anything anymore because every time I hope for something, it just turns out to
be a big disappointment to me in the end. Don’t even need to talk about dreams.
Few days back I thought I found my hopes are coming back to make my dreams come
true. But it seems like a fake hope. I keep lying to myself that these hopes
can make my wishes or dreams come true, but it is the opposite. I got hurt
rather than just disappointment. You gave me lights and hopes, and you took it
away from me right at the moment I found most happiness of my life. I just not
even know what to do, so I decided to do so. Decided to hide myself from you
for couple of weeks, give myself time to figure if my feelings and hopes on you
are still the same after time passes by. Though that dreams will never come
true,…<o:p></o:p></em></strong></span></span><br />
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CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-31705528349893860582010-12-10T23:18:00.000+08:002013-03-01T17:19:57.820+08:00~Of Principles & Promises~<strong><em><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Which is more important????</span></em></strong><br />
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<span style="color: #d9ead3;">Holding up principles
that you once always believe in or to keep a promise that you find it
hard to fulfil where the promise is conflict with the principle you hold
up to.</span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3;">I am confused and dilemma now, @,@!!!,….</span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3;">Or
should I set a timeline where if I can’t fulfil those promises by that
period, I just gave up working so hard to fulfil those promises, because
<strong> I HATE BREAKING PROMISES!!!</strong></span><br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">~ CK ~</span></strong></em>CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-21791076446375396202010-12-01T22:37:00.000+08:002013-01-25T23:40:01.293+08:00~treasure for life~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #ea9999;">Life really seem so fragile,</span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999;">Even at the young age, death can occur at anytime,</span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999;">Life is too short to be sad, depressed, angry with someone and to have more enemy in life,</span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999;">Cherish all the things we have right now</span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999;">And treasure your family and friends while still last,</span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999;">As a saying</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show"><strong><em><blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="color: orange;">Family and Friends are hidden treasures, seek them and enjoy their riches</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #b4a7d6;">by Wanda Hope Carte</span></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">~ CK ~
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CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-90656370618978735482010-11-28T22:44:00.000+08:002013-01-25T02:12:44.573+08:00~words for encouragement~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #b6d7a8;">In everyone's life there comes a time</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b6d7a8;">for reviewing for looking at who we are</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b6d7a8;">and what the future has in store.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b6d7a8;">These times can be difficult and frightening</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b6d7a8;">But they can also be very exciting.</span></div>
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</span><span style="color: #b6d7a8;"> </span><br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: #ffe599;">Always remember that you are</span></strong></em></div>
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<em><strong><span style="color: #ffe599;">a unique and a special person.</span></strong></em></div>
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<span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Treat every experience as a lesson learned.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Never allow yourself to be carried away...</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Be positive.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Chart your journey and</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b6d7a8;">head for your destination.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b6d7a8;">When you are faced with obstacle,</span></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #ffe599;">Don't give up. Look for a way around it.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">CK ^.^</span></strong></div>
CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-41013869898466900212010-11-28T21:30:00.000+08:002013-03-31T19:58:12.762+08:00~friendship~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">I'm So Glad</span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">You're My </span><strong><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"><em>FRIEND</em></span></strong><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Some people have a special gift,</span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">for doing thoughtful deeds,</span></blockquote>
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">For offering encouragement,</span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">that someone really needs</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">For knowing when to be there,</span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">with a helping hand to lend</span><br />
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Your <strong><em><span style="color: white;">FRIENDSHIP</span></em></strong>, is very precious to me!</span></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">CK </span></strong></div>
<br />CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-14888267474234975782010-11-17T23:25:00.000+08:002013-03-01T17:25:35.253+08:00What's in the box???<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span><span style="color: #76a5af;">Received this 2 days back for my early b'day present, and I
wonder what is inside??? So curious and suspicious!!! But not gonna
reveal till the day,...</span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af;">That would be<strong> 0 days to go</strong>,....</span><strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="color: #76a5af;">(</span>17 NOVEMBER 2010!!!)</span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af;"><strong>Real touched</strong> to received present such in advance.</span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af;">Thank you!!!</span><br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">CK ^.^</span></strong></em></span><br />CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-71848366055139924332010-11-01T02:18:00.000+08:002013-01-25T02:18:40.617+08:00~taking the road less taken~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: orange;"><em><strong>~journey of a thousand miles begin with a single step~</strong></em></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">my journey started long ago, and countless steps I had taken to come this far.</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc;">one
day, i walked along the beach and stop for a moment, looking backward
and saw how many steps I had taken from the beginning of the journey.</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc;">though I can't say I had taken more steps than any other who are more senior to me,</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc;">but at least the journey I started and the road i had taken is always the one least taken,</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc;">until
this moment, I am still taking the less taken road to move on my life,
to face anything that comes along the road I choose ALONE!!!,</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc;">no
one could help me but me, myself to find the inner strength to move on
and overcome all the obstacles I am facing and about to face,</span><br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: #93c47d;">~ this is my life, this is my road of life~</span></strong></em><br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: #93c47d;">~ CK ~</span></strong></em></span>CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-77434032547049322182010-10-29T01:00:00.000+08:002013-03-01T17:30:14.188+08:00~tweety~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #ffd966;">Just some how, I have the same faith like this ~tweety~ bird,...</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffd966;"> </span><br />
<em><span style="color: #f4cccc;">*If you realised on its left leg*</span></em><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">CK ~.~</span></strong></span>CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-77625185101658238192010-10-10T00:00:00.002+08:002010-10-10T15:29:46.398+08:00DAD, I MISS YOU!!!<div align="center"><embed height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/235470944/63c50446" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Hey dad look at me<br />Think back and talk to me<br />Did I grow up according to plan?<br />And do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do?<br />But it hurts when you disapprove all along<br /><br />And now I try hard to make it<br />I just want to make you proud<br />I'm never gonna be good enough for you<br />I can't pretend that<br />I'm alright<br />And you can't change me<br /><br />'Cuz we lost it all<br />Nothing lasts forever<br />I'm sorry<br />I can't be perfect<br />Now it's just too late and<br />We can't go back<br />I'm sorry<br />I can't be perfect<br /><br />I try not to think<br />About the pain I feel inside<br />Did you know you used to be my hero?<br />All the days you spent with me<br />Now seem so far away<br />And it feels like you don't care anymore<br /><br />And now I try hard to make it<br />I just want to make you proud<br />I'm never gonna be good enough for you<br />I can't stand another fight<br />And nothing's alright<br /><br />'Cuz we lost it all<br />Nothing lasts forever<br />I'm sorry<br />I can't be perfect<br />Now it's just too late and<br />We can't go back<br />I'm sorry<br />I can't be perfect<br /><br />Nothing's gonna change the things that you said<br />Nothing's gonna make this right again<br />Please don't turn your back<br />I can't believe it's hard<br />Just to talk to you<br />But you don't understand<br /><br />'Cuz we lost it all<br />Nothing lasts forever<br />I'm sorry<br />I can't be perfect<br />Now it's just too late and<br />We can't go back<br />I'm sorry<br />I can't be perfect<br /><br />'Cuz we lost it all<br />Nothing lasts forever<br />I'm sorry<br />I can't be perfect<br />Now it's just too late and<br />We can't go back<br />I'm sorry<br />I can't be perfect</span></em> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Just somehow this song always reminds me of my dad. Ya it’s been nine years from now. Last week, <span style="color:#ffffff;">1st Oct</span> was according to the lunar calendar and today is exactly the day. I never want to say this but,…<strong>FOR REAL</strong>,…</span><br /></div><p><strong><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">DAD, I MISS YOU!!!</span></em></strong> </p><p><span style="color:#33cc00;">Maybe as everyone and I, myself thought I would have not miss you that much after so many years. But when come to certain times, times when I am really really hopeless not knowing what to do or what step should I take, I just somehow have the drive and energy because of you. The drive to keep going my life because of your last word to me in my dream<em><span style="color:#ffcccc;"> ‘Take care of mom and the family’</span></em>,....this what’s keep me going till today. But seriously dad, up to today, I am sorry I am still such a rebellious son, a son who always keep mom worry, a son who might hurt mom with certain words at times. And a son who likes doing something that follows his heart more than his brain. I really hate myself of being so. Guess it is a reason for me to break out from myself for being the good one. I know it is just a crap of reason but always being the one who had to share burden in the family the feel isn’t good at all. I hope after the long sick I had last month makes me realised how rebellious I had turn into and I am starting to regret of being like one. I am trying my best to change all these a little by time. And I promise you that, though I am might not be your perfect son, at least I would realised your hope and dreams of graduating from an university. I will strike for my hardest to the highest possible. Even though this seem far and such a <strong>BIG DREAM</strong>, but that’s what you gave to me before you leave. <span style="color:#ffffff;">A <strong>DREAM,</strong></span> a dream for me to go after!!!</span></p><p><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span> </p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">THANK YOU DAD!!!,...</span></strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></p></span><p><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Love,</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Chee Kien ;-p</span></strong> </p>CK ^.^http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223969691960435099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133336591004874022.post-39735531218024195772010-10-01T00:00:00.000+08:002013-03-31T19:40:43.542+08:00~ Horoscope for the month~<span><strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Scorpio ♏,</span></strong><br />
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<em><span style="color: #fce5cd;">You feel your life is
mundane. You like day-dreaming. However, this is not the time to chase
this dream,… yet. The time is not right to leave something stable to
pursue what your heart desires. That’s not to say to give it all up. You
should start planning now and follow through a few months down the line
when ideas are more concrete.</span></em></blockquote>
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<strong><em><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Oct,</span></em></strong></div>
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