<?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-3405783569585474489</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:24:26.097-08:00</updated><category term='Feature Writing'/><title type='text'>The Highs &amp; The Lows</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-2624525031374917469</id><published>2010-01-29T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T07:31:17.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loveless</title><content type='html'>Hi there, do you believe in true love? Well, I don't believe in true love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is true love? It's a fairy tale kind of thing based on Summer (500 days of summer) although in the end she admitted that she was wrong, but I totally agree with her first impression about true love. True love is only for those romantic movies, dreams that people like to have, but just a dream anyway. Girls believe in true love just like kids believe in Santa Claus. There is no true love, people were being trapped by those fairy tales. Relationship is tiring, you need to understand one each other for a piece of love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side - The Strokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of everyone I know,&lt;br /&gt;of everyone I see&lt;br /&gt;on the street&lt;br /&gt;and on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side,&lt;br /&gt;on the other side&lt;br /&gt;nobody's waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;On the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate them all.&lt;br /&gt;I hate them all.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for hating them,&lt;br /&gt;so I'll drink some more.&lt;br /&gt;I love them all.&lt;br /&gt;I'll drink even more.&lt;br /&gt;I'll hate them even more&lt;br /&gt;than I did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side,&lt;br /&gt;on the other side&lt;br /&gt;nobody's waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;On the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you came,&lt;br /&gt;you taught me how to sing.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's seems so far away.&lt;br /&gt;You taught me how to sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being so judgemental&lt;br /&gt;of everyone&lt;br /&gt;I will not go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I will train my eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;that my mind is as blind&lt;br /&gt;as a branch on a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side,&lt;br /&gt;on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;I know what's waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;On the other side.&lt;br /&gt;On the other side,&lt;br /&gt;on the other side&lt;br /&gt;I know you're waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;On the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-2624525031374917469?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/2624525031374917469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=2624525031374917469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/2624525031374917469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/2624525031374917469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2010/01/loveless.html' title='Loveless'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-4457792798100215176</id><published>2009-12-31T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:27:17.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>01.01.2010</title><content type='html'>Hi..&lt;br /&gt;Hello..&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pleasure to meet you. Please be kind to me. I'm gonna need to make some deals with you Mr (or Miss) 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If I'm a good girl within 2010, please be nice to me as well&lt;br /&gt;2. If I'm a bit naughty in the beginning of 2010, please let me know before its too late&lt;br /&gt;3. If possible, can I travel to Melbourne to meet my friend Nana in the mid of 2010? or maybe going to US? &lt;br /&gt;4. Hmm, which part I need to focus to improve myself? I want to become healthier, tidier, more organize and can I get a job in the place I want? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.. Don't forget, Please be nice to me Mr (or Miss) 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-4457792798100215176?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/4457792798100215176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=4457792798100215176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/4457792798100215176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/4457792798100215176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2009/12/01012010.html' title='01.01.2010'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-9016570144324186189</id><published>2009-12-10T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:17:22.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M DONEE!!</title><content type='html'>Just finished my last final exam. It wasn't that bad. Hope will get an A for this subject. Thesis &amp; internship to go, after that I'm done from this uni life. FINALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks GOD ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-9016570144324186189?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/9016570144324186189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=9016570144324186189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/9016570144324186189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/9016570144324186189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-donee.html' title='I&apos;M DONEE!!'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-2234536873078022520</id><published>2009-12-10T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:05:46.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Final Exam</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to study, but here I am chatting my time away, browsing and stalking. Tomorrow (oh well, in 12 more hours) I'm gonna have my last final exam. Hows it gonna be? Actually, I don't feel that I'm ready enough to finish everything, but I really want to finish this degree thingy soon. I hope I can pass. I hope I can get a good mark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hello future please please please please let me get what I want ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-2234536873078022520?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/2234536873078022520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=2234536873078022520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/2234536873078022520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/2234536873078022520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-final-exam.html' title='The Last Final Exam'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-2578741135103351382</id><published>2009-12-08T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:31:27.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Noooo</title><content type='html'>I started to do online shopping. I used to get highly addicted to ebay, but I've stopped since 1 year ago. But I just found out about Malaysian online shopping, they provided branded bags with a good price. I couldn't resisted, just bought one. The seller said my bag will come tomorrow, yeaahh! I hope it will be good. See you tomorrow my new bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-2578741135103351382?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/2578741135103351382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=2578741135103351382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/2578741135103351382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/2578741135103351382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-noooo.html' title='Oh Noooo'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-1294770149435160354</id><published>2009-11-10T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:58:04.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My wedding day</title><content type='html'>Hey you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know (yet) who you are. I don't know what are the things we've been through until we finally here. Because you're gonna marry me anytime soon, I hope you can understand why I'm writing this for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've imagined my wedding day since I can't remember. I've changed my taste of music 100 times, I've changed partners, I've changed here and there. But there are something I want to ask you, I wont change my mind for these. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The List for our wedding day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I want God Only Knows as our wedding song. I found this song as the most romantic but yet realistic love song. I do realized that you are the best for me (that's why I wanna marry you) but this is not our happy ending. This is our beginning, so I don't wanna stay in fairytale world, I want everything to be realistic, since the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't want to put too much make up. I want to be the real me. You're marrying me, not the queen for one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If possible, I want to make it small and romantic. Then we can save the money to run away from all those responsibilities. Let's go to Maldives or somewhere baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't spend too much money in our wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Keep the cake small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I want wine as our wedding souvenirs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Keep it real and everlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Let me do the list for our wedding songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for now. I hope you can understand. If you're really rich, maybe we can ask Jens Lekman to sing at our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God Only Knows - The Beach Boys&lt;br /&gt;2. When I'm Sixty Four - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't Worry Baby - The Beach Boys&lt;br /&gt;4. Dedicated to the one I love - The Mamas and The Papas&lt;br /&gt;5. Everybody's Gonna Be Happy - The Kinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, on our wedding anniversary, please listening to When I'm Sixty Four - The Beatles over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep it realistic and everlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon my very special one ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-1294770149435160354?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/1294770149435160354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=1294770149435160354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/1294770149435160354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/1294770149435160354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-wedding-day.html' title='My wedding day'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-6437279468548791937</id><published>2009-11-03T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:31:47.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>Well, this is my last semester. Next semester, I must do my thesis and internship. There are so many things happening this year. Sadly, after I've been through so many things, I still don't know who is the girl inside me. I couldn't be truthfully honest to everyone. I couldn't tell everything even to the most important people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I need to fill up the most honest "About Me", it would be like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Jessica Valentina (I don't like the fact that my birth certificate spelled my name as Jessicha). I'm 23 years old, currently I'm pursuing a degree in Mass Communication.  I love the fact that I have a big family. I love my nephews and nieces, especially Darren. I hate cat, I hate hypocrite people, I hate you most of the time. I love myself, I love to see that I'm unbeatable for almost everything. I'm really good in complaining about people. I'm good in doing others' assignments, but not really good in my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE:&lt;br /&gt;* my blue pillow&lt;br /&gt;* Darren&lt;br /&gt;* my parents&lt;br /&gt;* lyrics&lt;br /&gt;* good movies&lt;br /&gt;* being unreachable&lt;br /&gt;* being the most reliable person &lt;br /&gt;* being the first one for almost everything&lt;br /&gt;* anything that people don't like&lt;br /&gt;* YOU, if you think I'm hard to get and smart&lt;br /&gt;* shopping&lt;br /&gt;* stalking people's blogs&lt;br /&gt;* being the most informative person&lt;br /&gt;* rainy day&lt;br /&gt;* to make my exes' current girlfriends feel insecure ;]&lt;br /&gt;* to make you feel insecure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate:&lt;br /&gt;* CAT&lt;br /&gt;* people who think they know everything&lt;br /&gt;* people who love to pretend&lt;br /&gt;* people who think that he/she is the most unique creature but the fact he/she just a person with a common taste&lt;br /&gt;* people who got the last laugh&lt;br /&gt;* sunny day&lt;br /&gt;* YOU, if you think you are the most perfect creature in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jobs I've done this year:&lt;br /&gt;* waitress at house + co&lt;br /&gt;* sales assistant at blueberry&lt;br /&gt;* selling clothes door to door&lt;br /&gt;* assignments service&lt;br /&gt;* sales promotion girl (will do it this weekend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wanna do next year:&lt;br /&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wanna be in the next five years:&lt;br /&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you will be able to spend the rest of your life with me?&lt;br /&gt;Am I good enough for you?&lt;br /&gt;Am I tough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-6437279468548791937?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/6437279468548791937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=6437279468548791937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/6437279468548791937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/6437279468548791937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-758083587008787183</id><published>2009-10-10T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:42:54.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I get a BlackBerry?</title><content type='html'>Oh well, hi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I got highly addicted to twitter.. My part time job as a stalker is getting more opportunity because of twitter. Anyway, I've been amazed with those people who are able to share their feelings in twitter, blogs, facebook and whatsoever. It's not easy for me to share my feelings using that kind of media. I admit that I'm a gossiper, I like to talk a lot and stalking people. But still, I can't really share my feelings with everyone. I can share some of my thoughts, but just some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, should I get a BlackBerry? so I can keep updating my feelings toward my boyfriend, my problems and thoughts everywhere? (I don't really want BlackBerry though :P) I can't understand why some people are able to share their feelings in twitter (esp. for those couples who keep twitting "love message" to one each other). Actually, I don't really care with those twitter users who keep updating their status, where, when and with who.. But for those who keep updating their feelings in twitter, Hello MISTER?? Why they let strangers accessing their private lives? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please..please..please.. answer me.. why do u wanna share your feelings, your love with your bf/gf, your almost everything in twitter? Are you trying to proclaim something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-758083587008787183?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/758083587008787183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=758083587008787183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/758083587008787183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/758083587008787183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2009/10/should-i-get-blackberry.html' title='Should I get a BlackBerry?'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-17367486505495391</id><published>2009-09-13T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:19:18.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello monday</title><content type='html'>This is my first post since i cant remember.. this is my last semester in Help (hopefully), although i still have thesis and internship to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm gonna go to Bangkok again on 24 sept. I cant wait for the shopping time, exploring the new places and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more and more each day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-17367486505495391?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/17367486505495391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=17367486505495391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/17367486505495391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/17367486505495391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-monday.html' title='hello monday'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-55067966874673376</id><published>2009-06-14T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T09:03:46.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes weekend!</title><content type='html'>Jens Lekman makes me want to write again. I have this never ending “love” with him. It started on 2007 and until now I’m still repeating his songs over and over again. Currently, I’m listening to The Summer Never Ends. Summer never ends in Malaysia. Shinny days with unexpected heavy rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy today and yesterday as well. I spent quality time with Charlie.. Yesterday was our 9 months anniversary. We went out to have a late lunch, movie and durian. It was so cheap though to have durian now. Eat as much as you can, and its only 9 rm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to the church, lunch then made sandwiches at home. It’s just perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about church.. why people are still going to the church today? Is it because they have to? Are they really listening to the priest? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the churches filled with losers, psycho or confused"&lt;/span&gt; Gronlandic Edit - Of montreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try to go the church every Sunday, although I’ve missed a lot of Sundays, because I feel so blessed. Yes, I’m just so blessed. I always (well almost) can get whatever I want. I can’t really understand what the priest says. I’m late most of the time. To be honest, I can’t get anything from the mass itself. I go there not because I have to.. I go there because I want to pay tribute to the Lord. I just want to thank Him for what he has given to me. Am I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, answer me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-55067966874673376?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/55067966874673376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=55067966874673376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/55067966874673376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/55067966874673376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2009/06/living-for-weekend.html' title='Here comes weekend!'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-8093443079555760969</id><published>2009-05-20T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:39:30.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money..money.. moneyyyyyyyyy....</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, I need MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to talk about money now, let's talk about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished working in House+Co. To be honest, the boss getting nicer in the last few days. So, I'm gonna work there again, but only for few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, she hasn't given out the SALARY until now. Oh dear Ms. Pauline... I need MONEY, NOW!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I keep thinking about people without literacy ability. There's one lady in House+Co, she's a Malay and she can't read and write. She knows number, but totally blind about words. She can work quite fast, but she has slow us down. There were a lot of time that she ended up misleading us. Her responsibility is to make coffee and tea. In the peak hours, the waitresses were getting panic because we need to be FAST! SIX GEAR! Then, when the coffee was ready, we need to double check where the coffee is belong to.. sometimes she just simply pointing on random chit order, which is caused us sending it to the wrong table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I started to think; what kind of world I'd have if I can't read and write? Yes, it will cause big differences if we can read and write. It might be a simple thing, but it has helped us a lot.. It has opened our minds and souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pray more about Money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I think I'm gonna have exciting days soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29-31 May; PENANG&lt;br /&gt;18-21 June; Bangkok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for all the best lucks I can get..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-8093443079555760969?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/8093443079555760969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=8093443079555760969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/8093443079555760969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/8093443079555760969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2009/05/moneymoney-moneyyyyyyyyy.html' title='Money..money.. moneyyyyyyyyy....'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-7232127069248567820</id><published>2009-05-01T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:49:16.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell No</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/Sfr5jxxaPwI/AAAAAAAAADg/RozZayj01JE/s1600-h/SuperStock_1558-012057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/Sfr5jxxaPwI/AAAAAAAAADg/RozZayj01JE/s320/SuperStock_1558-012057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330847501997719298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chika has been working for House+co restaurant since last week. She supposed to have her holiday, free from assignments and all those stressful stuffs. Unfortunately, she needs the cash. Thus, she decided to take a part time job in House+co instead of flying back to Jakarta. She was quite sure to herself, that she can take everything. She thought that she’s though enough to meet those demanding costumers (and the boss). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside House+co, Chika is working in Blueberry Boutique as well. Blueberry’s bosses, Ashley &amp; Joe are extremely nice to her. She wants to work there more often; regrettably she only can work there 5 days per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, straightly after final exam Chika started to work again in House+co. Then, here she is.. feeling unsure about herself. Feeling extremely lazy to wake up tomorrow morning but she has to. She keeps thinking the reasons she has to tell to the lovely kak Miza so she can escape from Saturday and Sunday duty. She gets so tired with almost everything in House+co.. The boss and costumers are too demanding for her. It seems she never do anything right. Although she has trying so hard to do all the things she can, it seems never enough. ARGHH!! She’s running all over the store for 5 hours.. She was having a very late lunch today. In the end, she’s done something wrong. She realized, those complaints from the boss are not big stuffs. But, she just can’t take it today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear Chika, you only have 10 more days.. 10 more days to have enough cash.. Come on girl, you can do it. Just ignore those things. Just be patient, 10 more days only babyyyyy….. see you in 10 days and let’s see how Chika’s feeling is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-7232127069248567820?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/7232127069248567820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=7232127069248567820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/7232127069248567820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/7232127069248567820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2009/05/hell-no.html' title='Hell No'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/Sfr5jxxaPwI/AAAAAAAAADg/RozZayj01JE/s72-c/SuperStock_1558-012057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-2434218005579797656</id><published>2009-03-26T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T03:39:37.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday to ME!</title><content type='html'>I'm officially 23 years old and one day, today. My birthday was great. I was kinda surprised that the 00.00 surprise was came from my friend. I'm going to celebrate my birthday on March 28th, 2009. Make sure that you are invited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-2434218005579797656?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/2434218005579797656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=2434218005579797656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/2434218005579797656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/2434218005579797656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-belated-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday to ME!'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-1240511204995574357</id><published>2009-03-20T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:17:51.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>err.. hellooooo</title><content type='html'>I know, it's too late for new year resolutions or whatsoever. It's been a long time since my last post. It's only few days left to my next birthday. I'm gonna be 23 years old in 4 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO DO LIST (22 years old):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * pull up my grade (oh God please help me)&lt;br /&gt;    * graduate in 1 ½ years&lt;br /&gt;    * be a good daughter&lt;br /&gt;    * be a good girlfriend J&lt;br /&gt;    * be a good auntiee&lt;br /&gt;    * find a part time job or internship.&lt;br /&gt;    * save more money&lt;br /&gt;    * be more responsible and mature&lt;br /&gt;    * be closer to God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote those things a year ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* pull up my grade&lt;br /&gt;it's not really working, hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;*graduate in 1 1/2 years&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, I'll finish my study at the end of this year. I was planning to finish all my subjects, internship and thesis at the mid of this year. Then, I found out that graphic design is going to be offer in september.. aarrgghh, so I need to extend one more semester.&lt;br /&gt;*be a good daughter&lt;br /&gt;well, I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;*be a good girlfriend :)&lt;br /&gt;Am I good enough? haha&lt;br /&gt;*be a good auntieeee&lt;br /&gt;*find a part time job or internship&lt;br /&gt;I found a part time job. Actually, I'm kinda proud of myself because of this. I've been working for a boutique in Bangsar named Blueberry since February. They offered me to go to Bangkok. It's just so exciting =)=)=)&lt;br /&gt;*save more money&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryingggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;*be more responsible and mature&lt;br /&gt;*be closer to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, only one mission has accomplished - part time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I've learned so far;&lt;br /&gt;*It is hard to make someone happy.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized this in the past few months. It's not that simple to make someone happy. You might wanna throw a surprise, making a small gift or etc. But it's not enough. It's not easy.. Your expectations might be too much; the people might not realized how much effort you have put to make them happy. So, I have promised myself, I won't try make any small gifts, surprises or whatever for others anymore. From now, I just wanna make CHIKA happy =)&lt;br /&gt;*Quality friends&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care about new friends anymore. I just wanna keep my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm still not sure what I wanna do after graduating. I'm totally blur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO DO LIST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pull up my grade&lt;br /&gt;- pass all the nine subjects left &lt;br /&gt;- INTERNSHIP&lt;br /&gt;- THESIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Finish all the college thingy at the end of this year&lt;br /&gt;- start to save money, not for bags or clothes.. see something new, traveling, get out from this country.&lt;br /&gt;- Be patient&lt;br /&gt;- Be a good daughter&lt;br /&gt;- Be a good auntiee&lt;br /&gt;- Be a good sister&lt;br /&gt;- Be a good girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;- Be a good friend&lt;br /&gt;- Be a good Catholic&lt;br /&gt;- Think more about the future&lt;br /&gt;- Read more&lt;br /&gt;- Learn more&lt;br /&gt;- lose another 7 kilograms&lt;br /&gt;- Stop dreaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-1240511204995574357?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/1240511204995574357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=1240511204995574357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/1240511204995574357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/1240511204995574357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2009/03/err-hellooooo.html' title='err.. hellooooo'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-5236550748398121886</id><published>2008-12-22T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:39:18.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>absolutely cuckoo</title><content type='html'>I wanna write so many things, but I got frustrated with the internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Addictions:&lt;br /&gt;* Into eternity - Jens Lekman&lt;br /&gt;"I'll choose this moment with you in my arms"&lt;br /&gt;* a long chat with darren&lt;br /&gt;* long distance call &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe some other time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-5236550748398121886?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/5236550748398121886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=5236550748398121886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/5236550748398121886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/5236550748398121886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/12/absolutely-cuckoo.html' title='absolutely cuckoo'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-1729493377318629130</id><published>2008-12-15T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:07:11.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrivals Gate</title><content type='html'>Here I am, sitting on departures gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to think about the arrivals gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Love Actually:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="sqq"&gt;“Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I do love arrivals gate. Arrivals gate is the place for happiness. Seeing someone you've been waiting for. When we have a holiday, going to the departures gate is interesting. But when you've reached the arrivals gate, the journey begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departures gate brings sadness. This is the place when you need to leave something or someone. The place when the cries and goodbyes meet. The place to move on&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or maybe the place for separation (even it's just for a while)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm waiting for the arrivals gate in Jakarta. After that, wait me in the arrivals gate of KLIA my dear. I'm living for that day. The day to meet someone I've loved in the arrivals gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-1729493377318629130?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/1729493377318629130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=1729493377318629130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/1729493377318629130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/1729493377318629130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/12/arrivals-gate.html' title='Arrivals Gate'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-1500121882961876973</id><published>2008-12-15T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:40:02.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Dear</title><content type='html'>I'm going homeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I happy?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bad experience with Lion Air (I've promised to myself that I wont take Lion Air again) I'm glad that I can go home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet my family, Darren (aahh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've left my heart here in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back on 3rd of January 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my dear future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know what will you be like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my dear future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope everything will be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't wait to see you in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't wait for the 3rd of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS; oh dear, please keep my heart with you. Until I see you again (3rd of January for sure!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-1500121882961876973?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/1500121882961876973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=1500121882961876973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/1500121882961876973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/1500121882961876973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-dear.html' title='Oh Dear'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-5770566849728281222</id><published>2008-12-09T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:21:44.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JENS LEKMAN &amp; VIKTOR SJOBERG - ASIAN TOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/ST8KHlhT6xI/AAAAAAAAACk/_Sg2IBG8AG0/s1600-h/DSC00877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/ST8KHlhT6xI/AAAAAAAAACk/_Sg2IBG8AG0/s320/DSC00877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277948413748701970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Jens Lekman's finally here. Last night was the last day for his Asian Tour. The show in Bandung is canceled because of the airlines problem (miss flight, haha). Luckily, he still wants to fly all the way from Hong Kong to here, Kuala Lumpur (actually, he should).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The uncertainties of the show were quite high. I hadn't had the tickets until last night. I reached Annexe Gallery at 7.40 pm, but the tickets were not on sale yet. I waited until 8-ish to get the tickets, well it wasn't even a ticket its just stamp in my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;When I reached there, Jens Lekman &amp;amp; Viktor Sjoberg was doing the sound check. I was able to see them to do the sound check, Jens Lekman was playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Another Sweet Summersnight On Hammer Hill "&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It feels so good to see him there. I've never imagined that I would be that "close" to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I was so hungry, but I chose to be there. Yes, that's the right decision, because after the sound check I got to meet him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;He was sweet enough to the fans. I took pictures with him and he even signed the Polaroid after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/ST8MU-NRi1I/AAAAAAAAACs/3lYvbW6uURM/s1600-h/DSC00897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/ST8MU-NRi1I/AAAAAAAAACs/3lYvbW6uURM/s320/DSC00897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277950842737101650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show started at 9 pm. 30 minutes late from the schedule. I was so excited.. The opening acts were Silent Scenery and Stoned Revivals. Silent Scenery wasn't that good, maybe because they're not complete and lack of preparation. In fact, it was kinda boring. After that Stoned Revivals came with more preparation. Stoned Revivals was not that disappointed. It was good enough, if I wasn't waiting for Jens Lekman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Jens Lekman and Viktor Sjoberg played the first song "I'm leaving you, because I don't love you". Audience was still sitting and after that song Jens asked the audience to stand up. The real show started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Jens played &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The opposite of Hallelujah", "Julie", "A postcard to Nina", "You are the light", "Black Cab", "Shirin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; and a lot more. He played the songs about his pen pal into his hairdresser. He played the songs, he joked, he was interacting with the audience, he just melted everyone's hearts. He acted, he sings the rhyme, and he has made the small crowd having fun in the Tuesday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;His baritone voice definitely melted the girls' hearts. His jokes have made the guys laugh. He did some freaky things. He sings from his heart. He made the audience dancing and singing together. He successfully made us feeling happy into eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;He should get more than just RM 30. The waiting was worth it. I did have a lot of fun. Even the equipments were not that good, but he had made it part of the show. He just said that he hates technology and started singing without microphone; it has covered the disappointment in audience's heart. I missed his ukulele though; I wish I could see him singing with the ukulele. But that's alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The show ends with the clip of him flying an airplane. He sang &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Into eternity"&lt;/span&gt; Both of them came to the audience and they were dancing with the audience. Then he said if we want more, he will sings to us one by one because his songs has deep meaning for him. The naiveness of me, I feel that all of his songs are the reflection of his self.  It's honest and he just being honest with his sarcastic jokes. And that's why I love him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I love small gig when the audience could get in touch with the band. I think Jens Lekman's show shouldn't get bigger. Bcos that's the selling point from listening to his songs. He just the singer in the cafe with baritone voice that has melted the girls' hearts. He needs to be close to the audience, to get in touch and leaving the audience with the unforgettable moment and indescribable feeling.Yes he's worth more than RM 30, I wouldn't mind paying RM 200 for him. But I want the same small crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I enjoyed the show. Satisfied. But I want more..... Well, I just need to make believe. Until the next show Jens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Chika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a6ee767c8ed32f6d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da6ee767c8ed32f6d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331814209%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D301C986F0FC64B0D7432824050362624EC5DF11E.4AAB42686A89E9D893B72B595204E3F7E07A574F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da6ee767c8ed32f6d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDxW6tHGg0DyRW4qvIrVwK0Uq9mQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da6ee767c8ed32f6d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331814209%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D301C986F0FC64B0D7432824050362624EC5DF11E.4AAB42686A89E9D893B72B595204E3F7E07A574F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da6ee767c8ed32f6d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDxW6tHGg0DyRW4qvIrVwK0Uq9mQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-5770566849728281222?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a6ee767c8ed32f6d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/5770566849728281222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=5770566849728281222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/5770566849728281222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/5770566849728281222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/12/jens-lekman-viktor-sjoberg-asian-tour.html' title='JENS LEKMAN &amp; VIKTOR SJOBERG - ASIAN TOUR'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/ST8KHlhT6xI/AAAAAAAAACk/_Sg2IBG8AG0/s72-c/DSC00877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-5544454183335201462</id><published>2008-12-08T19:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:04:31.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day</title><content type='html'>Today is December 9, 2008.  December 9, 2008 is suppose to be the happiest day in December for Chika. Chika's exam has finished. She's going to Jens Lekman's show tonight. She has been waiting for today since two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, here she is. Writing her blog and feeling lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, lonely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't has anything to do. She's hungry but has no one to go lunch with. She's watching Serendipity from surfthechannel. She wants to go home.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she started to think that waiting for today is a lot more exciting than today itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for today is a lot more interesting than having today without the excitement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's hoping the show tonight will cure her loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needs the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-5544454183335201462?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/5544454183335201462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=5544454183335201462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/5544454183335201462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/5544454183335201462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/12/day.html' title='The Day'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-8623190337192411663</id><published>2008-11-27T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:46:15.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boisa-Bis-O-Boisa</title><content type='html'>Charlie checked www.jenslekman.com two weeks ago, then he found that Jens Lekman is having Asian Tour. yeayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="style3" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ASIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dec ? - Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia - TBA&lt;br /&gt;Dec 6 - Bandung, Indonesia - dirgantara I IPTN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 4 - Shanghai, China - Glamour&lt;br /&gt;Dec 3 - Shanghai, China- JZ Club&lt;br /&gt;Dec 2 - Beijing, China - MAO Live&lt;br /&gt;Dec 1 - Singapore - The White Rabbit &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.gatecrash.com.sg/?page=event_detail&amp;amp;actionForm=detail&amp;amp;eventID=527"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 30 - Seoul, South Korea - Freebird&lt;br /&gt;Nov 29 - Seoul, South Korea - Freebird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;AARRGGHHH... I wanted to scream when I see the schedule. I have final exam on Dec 4 -6. It's impossible for me to go to Singapore on the Dec 1 or going back to Bandung on Dec 6, huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chatted with my friend, Poppy, she's going to watch Jens Lekman in Bandung. She told me that her friend is a photographer for Jens Lekman's opening band and the gig will be held in The Annexe Gallery, Central Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for few days, but The Annexe Gallery hasn't updated their calendar yet (until now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called The Annexe Gallery last Monday, they are confirm that Jens Lekman will be there on Dec 9(yay!), ticket price around RM 30-35. The person in The Annexe Gallery gave me an email of Jens Lekman's event organizer in Malaysia. I emailed him asking about how to get the ticket, and he replied &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:monospace;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;tickets will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:monospace;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;available at the venue at the date of the show and the show will start at 8.30 pm."&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I'll come at 5 pm, hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I still have final exam before that gig. I'm studying Communication Theory right now (oh mercy mercy me Mr. Kannan), I learned about Uncertainty Reduction Theory. One of the axioms stated that when the level of uncertainty is high, seeking information behavior increases. I guess that theory is absolutely correct for my case. When the uncertainty of Jens Lekman's gig is high, I have high level of seeking information behavior. I've checked The Annexe Gallery events, called the person and emailed the EO. I'm so glad that I can apply this theory to real life experience (maksa, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for the exams and Jens, I'm truly yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SS9MRT2mHfI/AAAAAAAAACY/eYxDNwwmTZs/s1600-h/2007-10-25-jens2-435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SS9MRT2mHfI/AAAAAAAAACY/eYxDNwwmTZs/s320/2007-10-25-jens2-435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273517548944891378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-8623190337192411663?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/8623190337192411663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=8623190337192411663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/8623190337192411663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/8623190337192411663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/11/boisa-bis-o-boisa.html' title='Boisa-Bis-O-Boisa'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SS9MRT2mHfI/AAAAAAAAACY/eYxDNwwmTZs/s72-c/2007-10-25-jens2-435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-1790124659680530081</id><published>2008-11-04T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:15:13.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My cousin passed away last night. She was having a kidney disease. She had been suffering for couple of years. Her family had been trying so hard to keep her alive. Last night, she gave up. Honestly, I'm glad that she has given her life up. At least she does not need to deal with pains anymore. I'm sad though, I wish I could get to know her better. She was only two years older than me, but we're living in totally different life. She has two kids, I'm still studying. She has faced a lot of things and I'm lucky enough to be me! Indeed, I'm just so blessed compare to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her death has leaded me to think about life and death. I was thinking about her. Does she regret her life? What is she doing right now? Is she really going to be around for 40 days? Or she just simply disappears? Is there anything she wants to do before her death? What were the things going in her mind when she knows her time is coming soon? She has entered the critical condition since 2 pm, but she gave up at night, what was she waiting for? Is she ready for this? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, I started to think about myself. Firstly, what have I done so far with my life? The answer is none. I do have a lot fun with my life, but there is nothing more. Just fun. I haven't achieved any of my goals. I just go with the flow, trying not to think about anything beyond my things, having fun, do my assignments, pray a bit and that's all. I want to have more quality time and experiences in my life. I want to understand the meaning of life. But, on the other side, I want to avoid all the responsibilities I should face in the future, I just want to stand here and enjoying my time. Now, I want some changes; I want to have more meaningful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, death. What is life after death? People are keep debating about death; reincarnation, heaven or hell, totally disappear or whatsoever. No one really knows about the life after death is. It's funny for me, because while people become expert in life after death fields (something they aren't really sure and have no experience at all), they are forgetting about life itself. What is life? How to have a meaningful life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of death. I don't know what will happen next. Therefore, I just want to think about life. Based on my life these days, I'm sure that I will get to hell, if heaven or hell really exists. I have committed a lot of sins, something that I have regretted but repeating it in the next day. So yah, I don't want to think about it. Life is much more important for me. Just forget about death or something you're not really sure. Do what are you suppose to do. Make a meaningful life, don't deal with any regrets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell my dear cousin, peace be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-1790124659680530081?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/1790124659680530081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=1790124659680530081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/1790124659680530081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/1790124659680530081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-and-death.html' title='Life and Death'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-5034687332882827982</id><published>2008-11-02T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:43:45.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Addictions</title><content type='html'>1. Viva La Vida - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;2. Scrabble-ing&lt;br /&gt;3. Checking people's info in facebook&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-5034687332882827982?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/5034687332882827982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=5034687332882827982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/5034687332882827982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/5034687332882827982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-new-addictions.html' title='My New Addictions'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-3094986229494390637</id><published>2008-10-30T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:17:52.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apostle's Creed</title><content type='html'>I believe in God,&lt;br /&gt;the Father Almighty,&lt;br /&gt;Creator of Heaven and earth;&lt;br /&gt;and in Jesus Christ, His only Son, Our Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Who was conceived by the Holy Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;born of the Virgin Mary,&lt;br /&gt;suffered under Pontius Pilate,&lt;br /&gt;was crucified, died, and was buried.&lt;br /&gt;He descended into Hell.&lt;br /&gt;The third day He arose again from the dead;&lt;br /&gt;He ascended into Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;seated at the right hand of God, the Father Almighty;&lt;br /&gt;from thence He shall come to judge the living and the dead.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the Holy Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;the holy Catholic Church,&lt;br /&gt;the communion of saints,&lt;br /&gt;the forgiveness of sins,&lt;br /&gt;the resurrection of the body,&lt;br /&gt;and the life everlasting. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh God, please help us to get through all of these things" Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-3094986229494390637?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/3094986229494390637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=3094986229494390637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/3094986229494390637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/3094986229494390637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/10/apostles-creed.html' title='The Apostle&apos;s Creed'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-4707081812086544354</id><published>2008-10-10T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T02:34:51.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation ohh Vacationn....</title><content type='html'>I really want to have a vacation this coming Decemberrr.... It all started when I heard that trip to Hong Kong for 3D2N is only cost RM 1700 for two person. I told my friend, Nana, and she's planning to go somewhere also in December. We want it so badddd. We've imagined about Disneyland  and everything, we even checked the entrance ticket, but there's no more news about the RM 1700.. So yah, I went to travel agency, but all packages to Hong Kong cost more than RM 1000. That's out of my budgettt..huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the plan B comes up, Bangkokkkk. We've planned the trip very carefully and in details, sadly the day after there was a riot in Bangkokkkk, huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we were checking for Cambodia. We decided to go to Phnom Penh, which is the most affordable place to go. Then, my friend found out that we need a visa to go there, huhh why do we need a visa to go there? I thought I could visit all South East Asian countries freely. I'm desperately want to go somewhere, so I don't care about the visa. It's only cost me USD 25 anywayyy. Then, my other friend said that Phnom Penh is not that nice, the people are not friendly and really crowded. AARRGGHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where should I go??? I really want to go somewhere. But it seems impossible. huhuhuhu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-4707081812086544354?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/4707081812086544354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=4707081812086544354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/4707081812086544354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/4707081812086544354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/10/vacation-ohh-vacationn.html' title='Vacation ohh Vacationn....'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-5007288126359399473</id><published>2008-08-28T02:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T07:37:41.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One fine rainy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SLZ3Qa218hI/AAAAAAAAABo/OyXjt5cwDs8/s1600-h/Image144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SLZ3Qa218hI/AAAAAAAAABo/OyXjt5cwDs8/s320/Image144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239506340463112722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This semester, I'm having six hours break every Tuesday. Clearly, sitting for six hours doing nothing in campus would be boring. Last Monday, I decided to accompany my friend, Pito, to go to Pertama Complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shockingly, I enjoyed every moment on that day. Pito and I went to Pertama Complex by LRT. We stopped at Masjid Jamek. We were planning to have breakfast somewhere around there. We just walked, then we found a lot of interesting things, such as something like Little India in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain was so bad that day, it forced us to go to random places such as small food court and Baju Kurung shop. We managed to go to Pertama Complex. Pito was having her jeans to be altered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was while we want to go back to our campus. We walked to LRT station and it was raining. We used umbrella and decided to take some pictures. We saw the Twin Towers and KL Tower covered by clouds. It's just comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Frank Sinatra said&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"on a clear day you can see forever"&lt;/span&gt;, I would say&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; "on a rainy day you will see differently."&lt;/span&gt; Everything seems to be different. Something I never seen before was there. That was one of the best moments in my life: walking under the rain, observing something and feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I love to just sit and let my mind goes free. Feel and see something from the different perspective. Enjoying every moment I could take. Feel alive and feel the enchanting happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-5007288126359399473?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/5007288126359399473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=5007288126359399473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/5007288126359399473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/5007288126359399473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-fine-rainy-day.html' title='One fine rainy day'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SLZ3Qa218hI/AAAAAAAAABo/OyXjt5cwDs8/s72-c/Image144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-9174801982102346297</id><published>2008-08-22T02:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:11:39.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Zeexplorer exploring her sentimental heart"</title><content type='html'>Currently, I'm listening to Sentimental Heart by She &amp;amp; Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have sentimental heart right now. It's been a long time since my last post, and my life have changed. Too much changes had happened, something I barely recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found and lost something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying so hard not to think about those things, but maybe I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hurt someone, but I never meant to hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found the new excitement in my life, but sometimes I feel that I am wrong having the time of my life while someone is hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we're just a stranger to each other. Maybe I should leave it just like that or I might hurt someone even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will try to always look in the bright side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hello my new life.......&lt;br /&gt;and cheerio my old "habits"..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I have learned how to drive, haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-9174801982102346297?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/9174801982102346297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=9174801982102346297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/9174801982102346297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/9174801982102346297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/08/zeexplorer-exploring-her-sentimental.html' title='&quot;Zeexplorer exploring her sentimental heart&quot;'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-4524871018995944845</id><published>2008-06-07T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T08:52:46.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feature Writing'/><title type='text'>The Cat</title><content type='html'>Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran, the smell of Whiskas has brought me inside. It was a special smell that always makes my tummy feeling hungry. Oh, I loved Whiskas. I looked to my plate, my owner has poured the milk. The brown color of Whiskas and the whitey milk have mixed together.&lt;br /&gt;These combinations tempted me. I took a bite. Hmm, delicious! Those Whiskas are crunchy with the unique taste of meat. It feels like heaven and like the nuggets my owner used to give me during his dinner time. The milk has given the own sensation. Some of my Whiskas had melted with the milk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-4524871018995944845?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/4524871018995944845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=4524871018995944845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/4524871018995944845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/4524871018995944845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/06/cat_07.html' title='The Cat'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-7502173991651398207</id><published>2008-06-07T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T08:42:39.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feature Writing'/><title type='text'>The Cat</title><content type='html'>"I'm taking Feature Writing subject this semester. My lecture asks me to write something about a cat that lived in the farmer at the breakfast time. The first part, the cat did not move at all. I need to describe what the cat saw. I'm going to post the revision from what I have written. It will be the story about the cat from what I have revised based on my lecture's comments"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of bacon has woken me up. I looked through the window, waiting for the Mr. Golden Sun to rise up. It was dark outside. The farm has been covered by the darkness. I could not see clearly. I can smell the leaves with the dews flowing down to the land. I heard the cock waking every side of the farm up. It was fine morning, even the sky was not clear. The moon had already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt;, the stars were followed. It was dark sky above, waiting for the new shine from Mr. Golden Sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-7502173991651398207?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/7502173991651398207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=7502173991651398207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/7502173991651398207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/7502173991651398207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/06/cat.html' title='The Cat'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-1506819484736890303</id><published>2008-06-04T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:16:28.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THS: True "Hollywood" Story - Natasha</title><content type='html'>Livia is my brother in law's niece. One fine Sunday, I was attending Livia's English Competition. The English Competition was for students from kindergarten to junior high. It was interesting to see these young people were good enough in English (Indonesia is not an English speaking country). Then I saw the grand prize was 3 days 2 nights trip to Bali, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wowww&lt;/span&gt; it was so tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not mind to company Livia and I think this competition was good for these young people. Then, while they were waiting for the results, there was one girl named Natasha. Natasha (suppose to be) an actress. The MC was reading a lot of Soap Opera, advertisements and movies she had acted. I guess, she must be popular enough. She sang a few songs for the audience, which sadly supposes to be adults' type of song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was only 10 years old, still studying in elementary school and I bet she did not understand anything about those songs. The audiences were children as well. They would not understand what is love, why people tend to have triangle love, or anything that have been mentioned all the time from those songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sang with EXTREMELY fake smile and looks kinda like plastic girl with full make up. She did flirt while singing, she moved and danced a bit. She was using pink dress, with pink legging and white boots (so entertainer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity her. I did not know whether her mother forcing her to do these or this is all she wanted to do. I think, it is not suitable for her to be fake in very young age. She should enjoy her days as a kid, because someday when she grows up those fake smiles are more needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my brother in law, "If you have a daughter, are you going to let her to be like Natasha?" He said, "NO" (thanks God my brother in law is clever enough not to let her future daughter being that sick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Natasha's mother, she was proud of her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha, I think she did not even really understand why she's doing all those things. She looks blur and young. She did not look like she enjoyed her performance. She did not understand what she was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered there were a lot of young actors or actresses who finally screwed up their life because they were popular when they were kids. Most probably, Natasha would ended up like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Livia, she did not win the competition but she just sad like kid who had lost their Ice Cream. Someday, she will learn to do better, and she has her days as a young girl. Natasha, she might not only loseher Ice Cream, she might lose her days that suppose to be the most unforgettable days in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I will post Natasha's video later. I could not transfered the video from my cellphone, huhu. I don't know how to use the bluetooth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-1506819484736890303?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/1506819484736890303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=1506819484736890303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/1506819484736890303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/1506819484736890303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/06/ths-true-hollywood-story-natasha.html' title='THS: True &quot;Hollywood&quot; Story - Natasha'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-1380670809349704504</id><published>2008-06-04T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:44:05.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skeptics and True Believers</title><content type='html'>I need to admit, I used the title of The Academy Is... for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blog's&lt;/span&gt; title. Actually, I'm not a fan of The Academy Is.. I don't even like the song Skeptics and True Believers. When I was thinking about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blog's&lt;/span&gt; title, I searched to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt;, and found Skeptics and True Believers is the sentence that quite reflect my personality. I could not explain it more though, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know I think I need to change my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blog's&lt;/span&gt; title because I really don't like the song. I was listening to this song last night and I felt like this song is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; high school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I could not find the right words, I always use something pop in my mind which mostly come from songs. I think I need to start to avoid this habit, sometimes I felt that I did plagiarism or something. Most of my writing must be influenced by some songs, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, I need to find the right blog's title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-1380670809349704504?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/1380670809349704504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=1380670809349704504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/1380670809349704504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/1380670809349704504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/06/skeptics-and-true-believers.html' title='Skeptics and True Believers'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-1423162474245507968</id><published>2008-04-30T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:47:19.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie killed the book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Have you ever feel betrayed after watch movies that based on the books?&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, most of the movies based on the books are always disappointed. I feel that some movies have killed my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why people made a movie based on the book, if they tend to change almost the whole stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vinci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Code, The Nanny Diaries, Devil Wears &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Prada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and etc. there were a lot of differences between the books and the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take Gossip Girl as comparison. Even the serial was not that disappointed the story has changed. Jenny was supposed to be double D. Dan and Serena? Where is Vanessa? I thought Eric studying in Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you watched the movie, I just wanna tell you. Based on the book, Jenny has double D, she quite scandalous, she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;naïve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Serena wannabe. Serena was a goddess (the serial has shown it too). She was never interested with Dan. Dan was dating Vanessa, the other Constance’s student and indie movie maker. Blair was not lost her virginity with Chuck Bass (for God sake). Eric was a college guy, studying at Brown and has partied a lot. Blair’s mom was not a fashion designer; she was dating someone that Blair hates so much. Blair’s step brother, Aaron, had a relationship with Serena. Blair was not that mean, she was not evil. She just want everything to be perfect, but unfortunately Serena always ruining her plans. Please be objective with Blair :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine how disappointed I am? There was a huge different thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vinci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Code, The Nanny Diaries and Devil Wears &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Prada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were acceptable. Even I like the books much better, I understand, it was hard to put few hundred pages of book into two hours movie. They should cut something to fit in, and more drama is a must! Well, drama drama drama, maybe they thought all of us like too much drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There was some movie that followed the remarkable book loyally. Gone with the Wind, I just watched it once again, I felt it was fascinating. The movie given me the same satisfaction as the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice was the same though. Even it gets more romantic in the movie, it's acceptable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you read the book, you like it, why do you want to make a movie that totally different? You can change a bit, but not the main story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Should I watch the movie first rather than read the book? I know, I wont get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; if I watch the movie first then read the book. So, there is no more pleasure of reading then. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bcos&lt;/span&gt; my mind has been set by the movie. I could not have the free imagination anymore, something people could not take from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After all, each person has their own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;interpretation&lt;/span&gt; about the book they have read. I couldn't blame them. Even I still feel my imagination has been killed by those movies that shown really different stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well for all the movie makers, please don't destroy the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cheerio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-1423162474245507968?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/1423162474245507968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=1423162474245507968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/1423162474245507968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/1423162474245507968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/04/movie-killed-book.html' title='Movie killed the book'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-1715531665082411742</id><published>2008-04-14T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:35:35.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Chinese?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was born in Indonesia, but I am pure Chinese. I'm proud being Chinese, I'm surely do. Now, it is kinda change a bit, it doesn't mean I'm not proud that I am Chinese, but I'm getting irritated by other Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first time I moved here, in Malaysia, I was not really care about that I'm Chinese but I couldn't speak Chinese. In my country, especially in Jakarta, it is not a problem at all. There are a lot of Indonesian Chinese, including my parents, who couldn't speak Mandarin, Hokkien or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, every time I'm in the cab with Chinese driver, they are going to speak in Mandarin to me. Whenever I reply, "Sorry Uncle, I cannot speak Chinese" they will accuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle 1: I thought you are Chinese ah&lt;br /&gt;Uncle 2: You Chinese but cannot speak Chinese, funny ah&lt;br /&gt;Uncle 3: How come you cannot speak Chinese. You are not Chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will give me those pity looks, or even get mad of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will explain to them, how the thing was going in the past. Some stories, that Soeharto did not allow Indonesia Chinese to speak in their mother tongue language and even forced them to change their name to Indonesian name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They still give me those pity looks, or ignore me, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle 4; You should learn Mandarin, today it is very important you know (agree!)&lt;br /&gt;Uncle 5; Started to ignore me and bitching up in Mandarin. (for this type of taxi driver they are look very grumpy)&lt;br /&gt;Uncle 6; Even your parents cannot speak Mandarin? aiyoooooo (shake their head and another pity looks again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those kind of reactions were came from taxi driver, or I will say uneducated class. My lecture and friends put more curiosity rather than accusing me about this (thanks God).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, every Chinese are always proud about Chinese. From the history I learnt, in the past they were the same. Chinese always think China as the centre of the world and other races are barbarian. Despite the facts Chinese is a good businessman and the economy builder in some countries, they are always the minority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United States, Malaysia, Indonesia, Australia, they are the minority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the presentation I attended, the professor had mentioned that Chinese in China thought that Singaporean Chinese were not Chinese. They had emigrated from China, therefore they are not "Chinese" anymore. I think it is funny, because most of the time I heard from those taxi drivers that I am not Chinese because I could not speak Mandarin. Now all I wanted to say to them, "Do you know, you have been abandoned as well by the other Chinese? We are the same"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after all I'm proud that I am Chinese. It is not my fault that my ancestor had travelled to Indonesia. This is not my fault that Soeharto used to hate Chinese. This is not my fault that even my parents could not speak Mandarin. I am Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud as well, even I am Chinese, I'm not old-fashioned like most of the Chinese. I have blended with other races, I have seen more about cultural differences. I have learnt more about others, and I did not live in the box with "CHINESE" letter only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&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/3405783569585474489-1715531665082411742?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/1715531665082411742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=1715531665082411742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/1715531665082411742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/1715531665082411742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/04/am-i-chinese.html' title='Am I Chinese?'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-1828288116512386056</id><published>2008-03-24T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:48:11.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting the hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a few more hours left until I’m turning 22. Am I happy? For now, I will say no. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I woke up today and everything still going all right, even I couldn’t study few more chapters before my test. It gets worse after the test. I’m not type of student who are hardworking, smart and etc. but I did expect a good mark, especially for this assignment. I thought that I will get a good mark, but I only got 10/20, huhu. I was sooo shocked when my lecture told me. I never expected my mark to be really really good, but I don’t want to be pass2an as well. I thought I will get at least 14/20 because I kinda put an effort while doing that assignment if I compared to my other assignments or test, which I just “pasrah”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was so sad, because in 6 more hours I will turning 22, but what happened so far it gets me down. I still haven’t changed to somebody I want to be if I’m 22 years old.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The story goes, then I messaged my boyfriend, he was doing his assignment. I really feel that I need a friend, because tomorrow is my birthday but all I have now is a bad grade. He said that I couldn’t go to his place today, because he’s having a group meeting in the afternoon. Aarrgghh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went to sleep, then I woke up; I had a bad dream. It wasn’t clear what all was about, but in my dream I need to run because everybody tries to chase me. I woke up and my heart was beating so fast. I called my boyfriend, he did not pick up. Then I called one of my best friends. We chatted for a while. We kinda feel sad, because we are in the same age, but we haven’t done anything yet. I haven’t finished my degree yet. I’m not a skipper, but I did waste my times two years a go when I decided to go to American degree after completing my foundation year which mean I will finish my degree after five years in Malaysia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel kinda bad for my parents, because I have wasting my time with this whole degree thingy. I have promised my father that I will pull up my grade this semester because I wasn’t performed well last semester. My GPA is declining, huhu. That’s why I don’t want to be pass2annn. Huuuuuhhh, I’m really saaaddd right now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO DO LIST (22 years old):&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="MARGIN-TOP: 0cm" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pull up my grade (oh God please help me)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;graduate in 1 ½ years&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be a good daughter&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be a good girlfriend &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be a good auntiee&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;find a part time job or internship (I need to enter the work environment, SOON)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;save more money&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be more responsible and mature&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be closer to God (I haven’t go to the church in 4 months, I didn’t go for Easter toooo, aarrgghh)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well that’s all. I hope I will have a great year in my new age.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciao.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3405783569585474489-1828288116512386056?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/1828288116512386056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=1828288116512386056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/1828288116512386056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/1828288116512386056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/03/counting-hours.html' title='Counting the hours'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-482662700971167943</id><published>2008-03-15T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:38:18.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/R9w1cv0FFTI/AAAAAAAAABA/pqBVOe0eNkM/s1600-h/IMG_3410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178072439556740402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/R9w1cv0FFTI/AAAAAAAAABA/pqBVOe0eNkM/s320/IMG_3410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My friend, Gora, is leaving soon. He’s going to continue his study in US. Actually, he was my boyfriend’s housemate. We’re kinda close though; there was a lot of chit chatting, curhat2 with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I acted kinda annoying lately. I became too sensitive, and he was one of my victims. My boyfriend said that he’s leaving soon and I should not act like that. It was late when I realize the clock has already clicking faster and faster…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So yah, I met him today. We were chit chatting a bit, and then I feel really sad right now. We have known each other for more than a year. When my boyfriend not around, he always accompanies me, he was the first person I called whenever I need a friend to talk. Now I don't have friend to curhat2an, talks about bags, party (hehe), cela2an, seeing someone act really silly, huhh there's so many things I'm gonna miss about si Gora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There was one thing I regretted again today. I did not spend a quality time with him; even I know he’s leaving soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/R9w2H_0FFUI/AAAAAAAAABI/oe1oy1rq8Ps/s1600-h/IMG_3437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178073182586082626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/R9w2H_0FFUI/AAAAAAAAABI/oe1oy1rq8Ps/s320/IMG_3437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Take care gorsss. I'm really really really gonna miss you. I hope to see you again in the future. Good luck mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/R9w3wv0FFWI/AAAAAAAAABY/1GoNkKJmTDs/s1600-h/1_755729127l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178074982177379682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/R9w3wv0FFWI/AAAAAAAAABY/1GoNkKJmTDs/s320/1_755729127l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: A-14-05 is always in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/R9w2H_0FFUI/AAAAAAAAABI/oe1oy1rq8Ps/s1600-h/IMG_3437.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-482662700971167943?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/482662700971167943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=482662700971167943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/482662700971167943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/482662700971167943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-friend-gora-is-leaving-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/R9w1cv0FFTI/AAAAAAAAABA/pqBVOe0eNkM/s72-c/IMG_3410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-5182987373793094433</id><published>2008-03-14T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:56:54.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Only Knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These days, sadness and happiness are come together in my life. I feel so stressed with things that happening in my life. The last few days, I was like a bomb. You could not touch me, even just a bit, I will explode. I became extremely sensitive, and I shown it to people around me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My best friends have known that I’m a mood swinger. I’m not proud of it, in fact I really hate when my mood swings. Sometimes I can’t tell all my feelings, I tend to hide what I feel but it is exploding in the other way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, from all of those sadness I feel happiness as well. It's true from all of bad things we can find something precious. I found someone that I can count on while facing these. He came with patient and greater understanding, which helps me a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I regretted all those things I had done the last few days. I regretted that I was so selfish, because I wasn’t thinking about the other except myself. Thanks for remind me that I wasn’t alone. God only knows what I'd be without you. I’m the luckiest girl alive. Thanks :)&lt;/strong&gt;&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/3405783569585474489-5182987373793094433?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/5182987373793094433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=5182987373793094433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/5182987373793094433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/5182987373793094433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-only-knows.html' title='God Only Knows'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-4158260794992769352</id><published>2008-03-05T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:56:20.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching The People Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;People come and go, yes it is true. Everybody's changing, yes they are. Honestly, I hate changing. I love my routine, which means my routine activities and my "routine" friends. I'm scared of changing. I'm scared of everything new in my life. On the other side, I want some changes and I need some changes. Life is complicated just like it should be, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My friends have changed. They changed into someone I hardly known. In some way, I know I have changed either. It was kind of sad, when I went back to my hometown last holiday I found they are not the same anymore. There's no more "we are best friends forever". We didn't even share the same favorite food anymore. They have changed, and I have changed. I want them to be the same as when I left them. We had shared the same life, we hated the same people in high school, we shared stories almost every hour. Now, we don't even know one each other feelings, forget about sadness, we don't even share happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm scared that people I love today would change someday. I don't really mind if they are change for good, but I hate it when they change into someone I hardly known. Well, "everybody's changing and I don't feel the same". :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-4158260794992769352?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/4158260794992769352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=4158260794992769352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/4158260794992769352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/4158260794992769352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/03/watching-people-change.html' title='Watching The People Change'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-7483931496570151564</id><published>2008-02-26T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:56:05.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living is easy with eyes closed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I do love lyrics. I love those ironic or sarcastic lyrics. I would love one song even more, because the lyrics. Usually, I picked randomly a good lyric and use it while writing something, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I watched Across the Universe. It was a great movie, with that era as a setting, high-waisted jeans, handsome actor with British/Scottish accent, I'm not sure though, and off course The Beatles' songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, the lyrics were good. My all time favorite lyric is came from Strawberry Fields Forever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Fields forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Fields forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.&lt;br /&gt;That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right.&lt;br /&gt;That is I think it's not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Fields forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always no sometimes think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream.&lt;br /&gt;I think I know I mean "Yes," but it's all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;That is I think I disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Fields forever.&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Fields forever.&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Fields forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I really like the part "Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it easier to live with eyes closed? I bet it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salute for The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-7483931496570151564?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/7483931496570151564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=7483931496570151564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/7483931496570151564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/7483931496570151564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-do-love-lyrics.html' title='Living is easy with eyes closed'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405783569585474489.post-6315962329471570218</id><published>2008-02-26T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T07:32:01.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>agætis byrjun</title><content type='html'>I had blog last year, because my lecture asked me to create one. Just now, in impulse, I decided to delete and start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as a bachelor student of Mass. Communication specializing in media studies, I think I should have one blog, at least to get used to with writing. I'm not good enough in English, so I hope you would understand if there's a grammar error, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, well I hope its gonna be an interesting blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405783569585474489-6315962329471570218?l=zeexplorer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/feeds/6315962329471570218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405783569585474489&amp;postID=6315962329471570218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/6315962329471570218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405783569585474489/posts/default/6315962329471570218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeexplorer.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-beginning.html' title='agætis byrjun'/><author><name>zeexplorer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12982192749110975671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2avIfJNtk/SvpmFo6yMAI/AAAAAAAAADw/iyDZ7WH9Z1s/S220/Image094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
