<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499</id><updated>2009-12-21T19:56:10.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAUGH.</title><subtitle type='html'>because you know that God loves you!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-6070045186543459023</id><published>2009-12-17T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:16:21.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss amandacharmainejessee.....................................................................................................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-6070045186543459023?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/6070045186543459023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=6070045186543459023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/6070045186543459023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/6070045186543459023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-amandacharmainejessee.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-2220293639042834830</id><published>2009-12-17T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T02:44:19.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah</title><content type='html'>I have just sent an email. To someone who cares.&lt;br /&gt;*:D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a girl you doofuses.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get the wrong idea. Cause' you're wrong. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me so long to type, it's a crime. (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;I feel immense satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest-to-goodness-ly,&lt;br /&gt;Beeaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS WHOEVER WHO READS THIS.&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i feel bad. &lt;br /&gt;God bless everyone else too. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*bing!*&lt;br /&gt;*emergence of the super grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-2220293639042834830?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/2220293639042834830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=2220293639042834830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/2220293639042834830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/2220293639042834830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/12/wah.html' title='wah'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-6640993243916082021</id><published>2009-12-03T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T07:39:26.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"A son and his father were walking on the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, his son falls, hurts himself and screams: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious, he yells: "Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He receives the answer: "Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he screams to the mountain: "I admire you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice answers: "I admire you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angered at the response, he screams: "Coward!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He receives the answer: "Coward!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks to his father and asks: "What's going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father smiles and says: "My son, pay attention."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the man screams: "You are a champion!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice answers: "You are a champion!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy is surprised, but does not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the father explains: "People call this ECHO, but really this is LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives you back everything you say or do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life is simply a reflection of our actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more love in the world, create more love in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more competence in your team, improve your competence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of life;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will give you back everything you have given to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR LIFE IS NOT A COINCIDENCE. IT'S A REFLECTION OF YOU!"-- Unknown Author &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-6640993243916082021?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/6640993243916082021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=6640993243916082021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/6640993243916082021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/6640993243916082021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/12/son-and-his-father-were-walking-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-8288327227793977122</id><published>2009-11-28T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:48:39.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just something i found :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Ex-Best Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Celestie Vaughn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we were always together&lt;br /&gt;me and you&lt;br /&gt;joined at the hips&lt;br /&gt;like siamese twins&lt;br /&gt;you always saved a seat for me&lt;br /&gt;you always gave me a share of what you had&lt;br /&gt;you always helped me out with whatever problems i faced&lt;br /&gt;and i did the same towards you too&lt;br /&gt;you were once my sole confidante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my sister&lt;br /&gt;whom i told everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but soon&lt;br /&gt;i slowly realised&lt;br /&gt;you never told me anything&lt;br /&gt;anything at all&lt;br /&gt;you never shared with me&lt;br /&gt;who you liked&lt;br /&gt;who you thought was cool and who was not&lt;br /&gt;who you thought&lt;br /&gt;sang the best songs&lt;br /&gt;you only told me&lt;br /&gt;others' views&lt;br /&gt;not your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i found out&lt;br /&gt;who you were crushing on&lt;br /&gt;through your sibling&lt;br /&gt;i still can&lt;br /&gt;imagine her shock&lt;br /&gt;*you're-her-best-friend-and-you-don't-know?!*&lt;br /&gt;i still can imagine&lt;br /&gt;the disappointment&lt;br /&gt;that was clearly etched onto my face&lt;br /&gt;feeling of being trusted&lt;br /&gt;and loved&lt;br /&gt;and appreciated&lt;br /&gt;by a best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i never got to experience that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;you used to shout to me&lt;br /&gt;once you saw me&lt;br /&gt;acknowledging my presence&lt;br /&gt;your whole face lighting up&lt;br /&gt;with the widest grin in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;one day&lt;br /&gt;i walked into class&lt;br /&gt;late,as usual&lt;br /&gt;and for once&lt;br /&gt;i didn't have anywhere to sit&lt;br /&gt;because you were with somebody else&lt;br /&gt;someone who meant more to you&lt;br /&gt;than i did&lt;br /&gt;i asked you&lt;br /&gt;whether the seat on the other side of your friend&lt;br /&gt;was empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but,no&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;because it was saved&lt;br /&gt;for somebody&lt;br /&gt;who was of greater importance to you&lt;br /&gt;it was as if&lt;br /&gt;an invisible hand&lt;br /&gt;had entered the window&lt;br /&gt;and grabbed hold of my heart&lt;br /&gt;ceasing the function of every system in my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;after that&lt;br /&gt;you don't even pretend to see me&lt;br /&gt;you just walk straight pass me&lt;br /&gt;like i'm part of the wall&lt;br /&gt;an invisible being&lt;br /&gt;whom nobody cares for&lt;br /&gt;like the kind of boring flyer&lt;br /&gt;that you would just carelessly toss aside&lt;br /&gt;without a single glance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;that i never meant as much to you&lt;br /&gt;as much as you did to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;alas&lt;br /&gt;the trace of the bond&lt;br /&gt;which held us together&lt;br /&gt;fades away into nothingness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;nobody who see us now&lt;br /&gt;would even know&lt;br /&gt;we were&lt;br /&gt;the best of pals&lt;br /&gt;the last faint trace&lt;br /&gt;is there no longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to the world&lt;br /&gt;we are just&lt;br /&gt;merely&lt;br /&gt;acquaintances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just something i found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i thought it'd be pretty heart-wrenching if that happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what do you think of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;god bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-8288327227793977122?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/8288327227793977122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=8288327227793977122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/8288327227793977122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/8288327227793977122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-something-i-found.html' title='just something i found :)'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-910446491108765962</id><published>2009-08-30T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T02:55:30.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>which would you choose? which would you feed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE TWO WOLVES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Native American grandfather was talking to his grandson about how he felt. He said, "I feel as if I have two wolves fighting in my heart. One wolf is the vengeful, angry, violent one. The other wolf is the loving, compassionate one." The grandson asked him, "Which wolf will win the fight in your heart?" The grandfather answered: &lt;em&gt;"The one I feed."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-910446491108765962?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/910446491108765962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=910446491108765962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/910446491108765962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/910446491108765962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/08/which-would-you-choose-which-would-you.html' title='which would you choose? which would you feed?'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-8420076426243745901</id><published>2009-08-30T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T02:53:56.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I TOTALLLY COPIED AND PASTED THIS POST FROM JES' BLOG! AM I LAZY OR WHAT? (sorry jessee :))(u noe i love you) :)</title><content type='html'>Today was totally awesome ! You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I woke up at 1? No....&lt;br /&gt;Coz I ate Italian for breakfast? No...&lt;br /&gt;Coz I can fly? No... That'll be cool though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with the A.B.C.J.J.W (Asian Born Chinese Junior Jakun Wuliaos)&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Beatrice Charmaine JesSee Jessica and Winny !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ... went to perform at Monash University for their talentime !&lt;br /&gt;It was so cool ... It had a circus theme and the audience were THE BOMB !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cheered and responded to EVERYTHING ! I love them !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our performance was awesome ! Will upload tons of pics and videos soooon ... I did a blunder here and there ... SORRY !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was fun and the whole experience was overwhelming ! We camehored alot ! Mostly SIokSendiri-ing and damn__we are POSERS and proud of it!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for another performance ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh SHOOT ... It's 2.23 am... I gtg sleep now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ABCJJW:&lt;br /&gt;Please upload EVERYTHING you have ... And so will I ... I had TONS of fun and I hope you did too =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;from fairytalejes.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay, now for my own upload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God Bless You! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this shall keep you entertained:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a name="Story9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The international food shortage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, a worldwide survey was conducted and the only question asked was: "&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Would you please give your honest opinion about the solution to the food shortage in the rest of the world&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The survey was, not surprisingly, a huge &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;failure.&lt;/span&gt; Because:&lt;br /&gt;In Africa they didn't know what "&lt;em&gt;food&lt;/em&gt;" meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Eastern Europe they didn't know what "&lt;em&gt;honest&lt;/em&gt;" meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Western Europe they didn't know what "&lt;em&gt;shortage&lt;/em&gt;" meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In China they didn't know what "&lt;em&gt;opinion&lt;/em&gt;" meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Middle East they didn't know what "&lt;em&gt;solution&lt;/em&gt;" meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In South America they didn't know what "&lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;" meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in the USA they didn't know what "&lt;em&gt;the rest of the world&lt;/em&gt;" meant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now for the reaaal deal :D : hope you enjoy what i found.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a name="Story13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chopsticks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A woman who had worked all her life to bring about good was granted one wish: "Before I die let me visit both hell and heaven." Her wish was granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;She was whisked off to a great banqueting hall. The tables were piled high with delicious food and drink. Around the tables sat miserable, starving people as wretched as could be. &lt;em&gt;"Why are&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;they like this?"&lt;/em&gt; she asked the angel who accompanied her. &lt;em&gt;"Look at their arms,"&lt;/em&gt; the angel replied. She looked and saw that attached to the people's arms were long chopsticks secured above the elbow. Unable to bend their elbows, the people aimed the chopsticks at the food, missed every time and sat hungry, frustrated and miserable. &lt;em&gt;"Indeed this is hell! Take me away&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;from here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She was then whisked off to heaven. Again she found herself in a great banqueting hall with tables piled high. Around the tables sat people laughing, contented, joyful. &lt;em&gt;"No chopsticks I&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;suppose,"&lt;/em&gt; she said. &lt;em&gt;"Oh yes there are. Look - just as in hell they are long and attached above the elbow but look... here &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;people have learnt to feed one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godblessyou:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-8420076426243745901?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/8420076426243745901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=8420076426243745901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/8420076426243745901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/8420076426243745901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-totallly-copied-and-pasted-this-post.html' title='I TOTALLLY COPIED AND PASTED THIS POST FROM JES&apos; BLOG! AM I LAZY OR WHAT? (sorry jessee :))(u noe i love you) :)'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-4667281382040423499</id><published>2009-06-18T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T02:32:40.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the following tale is of utmost high importance!</title><content type='html'>&gt; &gt; Importance: High&gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 yr old son picked a stone &amp;amp; scratched lines on the side of the car.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In anger, the man took the child's hand &amp;amp; hit it many times, not realizing he was using an iron wrench. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures.                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When the child saw his father.... with painful eyes he asked: 'Dad when will my fingers grow back?'   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The man was very hurt and speechless, he went back to car and kicked it a lot of times.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Devastated by his own actions, sitting in front of that car, he looked at the scratches .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child had written 'LOVE YOU DAD'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The next day that man committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anger and Love have NO LIMIT - choose the latter to have a beautiful lovely life&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.... THINGS are meant to be USED and PEOPLE are to be LOVED..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;but the problem of today's world is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;People are used. &amp;amp; Things are loved!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-4667281382040423499?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/4667281382040423499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=4667281382040423499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/4667281382040423499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/4667281382040423499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/06/importance-high-while-man-was-polishing.html' title='the following tale is of utmost high importance!'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-6867721120701026053</id><published>2009-08-29T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T08:24:37.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear with me, watch this.</title><content type='html'>PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CLICK ON THE FOLLOWING LINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MIGHT EVEN CRY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE, NOTHING SCARY, DON'T WORRY OTHERWISE I WON'T EVEN BE LOOKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT PLEASE, I THINK IT'S NOTHING SHORT OF INSPIRATIONAL. &lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yf8ZeulB4do&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yf8ZeulB4do&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-6867721120701026053?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/6867721120701026053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=6867721120701026053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/6867721120701026053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/6867721120701026053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/08/bear-with-me-watch-this.html' title='Bear with me, watch this.'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-1636706166984168595</id><published>2009-08-25T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:34:24.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for the horde of emo posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeheee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, even if i don't, God does :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you're thinking of the most horrible thing to do, the nastiest thing to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God still loves you!&lt;br /&gt;because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loves us, forever! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-1636706166984168595?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/1636706166984168595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=1636706166984168595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/1636706166984168595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/1636706166984168595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-for-horde-of-emo-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-946010242254658159</id><published>2009-08-22T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:04:58.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>empty.void.null.</title><content type='html'>how would you feel&lt;br /&gt;if something that you've been trying for since form1&lt;br /&gt;committed yourself to&lt;br /&gt;aiming for it so much&lt;br /&gt;that you even sort of kept low on other stuff just for it&lt;br /&gt;since form1, remember that&lt;br /&gt;4 whole entire years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it smacks you in the face.&lt;br /&gt;just.&lt;br /&gt;like.&lt;br /&gt;that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;but wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what might've happened if you'd taken a different route&lt;br /&gt;an alternative way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you'd accepted the scholarship and gone abroad when you could, if only you could afford it&lt;br /&gt;if you'd stayed in the school that you were supposed to go to instead of shifting to another secondary school back in f1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would've happened if i was rejected from entering the school?&lt;br /&gt;good,no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why me?&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;i can only wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;God bless you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you.&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;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i should shift to SU or smtg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then i could walk to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-946010242254658159?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/946010242254658159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=946010242254658159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/946010242254658159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/946010242254658159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/08/emptyvoidnull.html' title='empty.void.null.'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-2138756261793481131</id><published>2009-08-21T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:13:51.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the end or the beginning?</title><content type='html'>"... Not in this set-up, this environment, this time..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that has been said and done,&lt;br /&gt;after decisions have been made,&lt;br /&gt;after feelings have been expressed,&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;I really have nothing to say.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my heart were a bucket it'd be full with different colour,&lt;br /&gt;each symbolising a different feeling, a different perspective.&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;I don't know if this teacher'll ever read this, but thank you.&lt;br /&gt;For the 3Ps and 2Rs I'm going to face in my life, I'll always remember that you were there to prevent me from going .... somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard, teacher.&lt;br /&gt;After you said it, I was quite.. pumped up :D I thought it's be rather.. simple? Well, not THAT hard..&lt;br /&gt;But once I began talking to others, seeing things happening,&lt;br /&gt;it's just so tough, so, so tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try. I'll conquer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me.&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;br /&gt;A friend sent this to me:&lt;br /&gt;"...continue seeking for God's guidance and rmb to put Him above all :D..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realised that I have lost a friendship, or rather goodfriend-ship.&lt;br /&gt;But I have gained others.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leeyuinemilyrushandiane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, go for CF makan tmr! Don't know whether I can go, sorry Cf orangs! :D&lt;br /&gt;oh pfft. Just thought of a reason why I shouldn't go.&lt;br /&gt;But exaactly for that reason I should go :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote Tzi Ying:&lt;br /&gt;God loves us, forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for forever embedding that line in my mind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote a wonderful teacher:&lt;br /&gt;".......be the best in whatever position you are, be it the leader, the sub-leader, the department leader or even just the follower, be the best in whatever position you are..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote Pn Joyce:&lt;br /&gt;".......In this case, that's the right line to say........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for bringing all these wonderful people into my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-2138756261793481131?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/2138756261793481131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=2138756261793481131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/2138756261793481131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/2138756261793481131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-or-beginning.html' title='the end or the beginning?'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-901894181416767276</id><published>2009-06-13T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:45:05.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the last day of PMR 08' (super outdated sial) the day my camera got abused .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was the last day of PMR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the afternoon of our #1 evil scheme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(though now it won't be called that lah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(heh. super inside joke.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(so many people seem to be posting this:'inside joke.', so I'm doing it too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Waaaaaa.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;After bathing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPGOugQ2cI/AAAAAAAAAnw/-GctThm5F9M/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346835138922731970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPGOugQ2cI/AAAAAAAAAnw/-GctThm5F9M/s320/DSC00567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lepas mandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPGOSyFtlI/AAAAAAAAAno/iUjCb0fcFcQ/s1600-h/DSC00568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346835131481306706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPGOSyFtlI/AAAAAAAAAno/iUjCb0fcFcQ/s320/DSC00568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are about to witness the abuse of my lovely sexy camera.&lt;br /&gt;You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Lynnie don't kill me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPGODqXLwI/AAAAAAAAAng/Sx09WzlKEc0/s1600-h/DSC00571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346835127422365442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPGODqXLwI/AAAAAAAAAng/Sx09WzlKEc0/s320/DSC00571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abuse of my beautiful camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPGN-e6iTI/AAAAAAAAAnY/CJnu1KdX898/s1600-h/DSC00572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346835126032173362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPGN-e6iTI/AAAAAAAAAnY/CJnu1KdX898/s320/DSC00572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gah. Miss Chia has great and amazing potential.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at taking horrible photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;example as shown below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPGNqhHapI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4SfHpD3e1I0/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346835120672696978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPGNqhHapI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4SfHpD3e1I0/s320/DSC00575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to Pyramid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.O.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPFBU6IhxI/AAAAAAAAAnI/6zxNWWUgqy0/s1600-h/DSC00576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346833809201989394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPFBU6IhxI/AAAAAAAAAnI/6zxNWWUgqy0/s320/DSC00576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfecto example of her cute little&lt;strong&gt; round&lt;/strong&gt; 'ss' face.&lt;br /&gt;(Go ahead, look at what shape her face is)&lt;br /&gt;And the super cute cross earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPFBYDBZqI/AAAAAAAAAnA/xAby7I4IgNc/s1600-h/DSC00579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346833810044577442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPFBYDBZqI/AAAAAAAAAnA/xAby7I4IgNc/s320/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....it's a circular face.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me , my dulan face(as jo would put it)&lt;br /&gt;and the scary looking cross earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPFAxAdUgI/AAAAAAAAAm4/CxOckLu5dW4/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346833799564841474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPFAxAdUgI/AAAAAAAAAm4/CxOckLu5dW4/s320/DSC00580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding hands with a dummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whaddacrapp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPFAon4uNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/xVreL-m3O6E/s1600-h/DSC00581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346833797314296018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPFAon4uNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/xVreL-m3O6E/s320/DSC00581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's posing with her dummy friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*teeheehee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPFAW4LcII/AAAAAAAAAmo/Pf7QqkggzTE/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346833792550793346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPFAW4LcII/AAAAAAAAAmo/Pf7QqkggzTE/s320/DSC00582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next,of all places, we were in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPDcNWZYKI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Iay-tCMVsC8/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346832072006262946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPDcNWZYKI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Iay-tCMVsC8/s320/DSC00583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPDbzEfinI/AAAAAAAAAmY/IBYk0CnEpMM/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346832064951847538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPDbzEfinI/AAAAAAAAAmY/IBYk0CnEpMM/s320/DSC00587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Popular.(or was it MPH?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(hold it hold it hold it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(MPH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in which we saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPDbqK4mVI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/a1cIUmT0mEs/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346832062562736466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPDbqK4mVI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/a1cIUmT0mEs/s320/DSC00590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lynnie forced me to take a picture of them kayy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now the lady herself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPDbMOgN4I/AAAAAAAAAmI/A_Y9LFUtfKc/s1600-h/DSC00592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346832054524852098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPDbMOgN4I/AAAAAAAAAmI/A_Y9LFUtfKc/s320/DSC00592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didn't want to be the only one 'ss-ing', so I &lt;em&gt;kena pulak&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPDa2S-vTI/AAAAAAAAAmA/5djnMzPHfis/s1600-h/DSC00594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346832048638049586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPDa2S-vTI/AAAAAAAAAmA/5djnMzPHfis/s320/DSC00594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this was in Living Cabin or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(they sell fake fruits here, justin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;heh. inside joke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i loveeee typing that line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dulan face* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPCHo_sL1I/AAAAAAAAAl4/InfsHZXjrcE/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346830619138338642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPCHo_sL1I/AAAAAAAAAl4/InfsHZXjrcE/s320/DSC00595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glass-I mean- plastic boots for sale!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First she saw yellow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPCHUCRlEI/AAAAAAAAAlw/_5eqUb6rhFg/s1600-h/DSC00596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346830613512033346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPCHUCRlEI/AAAAAAAAAlw/_5eqUb6rhFg/s320/DSC00596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPCHGfQw9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/6IkGbL-DFnE/s1600-h/DSC00597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346830609875518418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPCHGfQw9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/6IkGbL-DFnE/s320/DSC00597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I saw pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;em&gt;kena &lt;strong&gt;again:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPCGgsbeuI/AAAAAAAAAlg/wsj-Ur9pGgY/s1600-h/DSC00598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346830599730199266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPCGgsbeuI/AAAAAAAAAlg/wsj-Ur9pGgY/s320/DSC00598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cos' she wanted to take as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*super dulan face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPCGZIBvkI/AAAAAAAAAlY/UzerCVVZJFI/s1600-h/DSC00599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346830597698469442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPCGZIBvkI/AAAAAAAAAlY/UzerCVVZJFI/s320/DSC00599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but she's so cute, who can resist taking more? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO_zmrHOEI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/uI88uKRd-vA/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346828075894519874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO_zmrHOEI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/uI88uKRd-vA/s320/DSC00601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO_zKzn7WI/AAAAAAAAAlI/cEiBvpfAfOg/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346828068414025058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO_zKzn7WI/AAAAAAAAAlI/cEiBvpfAfOg/s320/DSC00603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO_y02Cu1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/E0GTcFKiIOQ/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346828062518590290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO_y02Cu1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/E0GTcFKiIOQ/s320/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *sighs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*poor camera*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*oh miss chiaaa don't kill meeeeeee*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To '&lt;em&gt;bodek'&lt;/em&gt; her out of killing me, I resort to this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO_yh-AH7I/AAAAAAAAAk4/KxPs4Mfn2z0/s1600-h/DSC00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346828057451700146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO_yh-AH7I/AAAAAAAAAk4/KxPs4Mfn2z0/s320/DSC00605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YES, YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, as we all know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday is Mother's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is to our mommies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love from us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO_yXPphBI/AAAAAAAAAkw/7YiXzmHUlD0/s1600-h/DSC00607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346828054572925970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO_yXPphBI/AAAAAAAAAkw/7YiXzmHUlD0/s320/DSC00607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I look sucky okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'specially next to the model-ballerina-dancer-choreographer Miss Chia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't say a word :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And 'cos we're on a low budget,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we head to Juscooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO7kwJFK1I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YRiBwEshczs/s1600-h/DSC00576.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hated the neon coloured one.(refer pictures below) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She ripped the neon one off her body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(wow, what an image)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right after she tried it on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos' she claimed she looked horrible in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tak sempat take photo .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I was like "Aiyaa, who cares man?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha kawan best konon :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wore her 'leftover' and took picture in it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346826761202337346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO-nFEEhkI/AAAAAAAAAko/F7h7C7Kpnw4/s320/DSC00608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO-m2J4_HI/AAAAAAAAAkg/iCtL_OReRh4/s1600-h/DSC00609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346826757200215154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO-m2J4_HI/AAAAAAAAAkg/iCtL_OReRh4/s320/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO-meNi3iI/AAAAAAAAAkY/1GxWkWcYCeE/s1600-h/DSC00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346826750773091874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO-meNi3iI/AAAAAAAAAkY/1GxWkWcYCeE/s320/DSC00610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh! abuse! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smoking hot ladyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO-mX6ki0I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/jNE9JiqlUhI/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346826749082897218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO-mX6ki0I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/jNE9JiqlUhI/s320/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then I returned with a white one, so yeah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO-l56F_2I/AAAAAAAAAkI/CgRLHeNj56c/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346826741027831650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO-l56F_2I/AAAAAAAAAkI/CgRLHeNj56c/s320/DSC00618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I'm both fat and flat,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just keep it low okayy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was super spontaneous:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO8z2lT3fI/AAAAAAAAAkA/pd4NLOkqars/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346824781630266866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO8z2lT3fI/AAAAAAAAAkA/pd4NLOkqars/s320/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even realise this was taken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO8zoazNEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/FkzAgLgzT2s/s1600-h/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346824777828086850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO8zoazNEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/FkzAgLgzT2s/s320/DSC00622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....But all I know is that it further &lt;strong&gt;affirms&lt;/strong&gt; the fact &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that Lynnie has great potential to take &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;horrible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pictures. hohoho :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And last but not least,&lt;/strong&gt; the last few pictures of the day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO8zUcEvYI/AAAAAAAAAjw/O4yePgJp9Yw/s1600-h/DSC00621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346824772464721282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO8zUcEvYI/AAAAAAAAAjw/O4yePgJp9Yw/s320/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO8zFjVwbI/AAAAAAAAAjo/zJnboKZ927Y/s1600-h/DSC00620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346824768468664754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO8zFjVwbI/AAAAAAAAAjo/zJnboKZ927Y/s320/DSC00620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO8y8HrivI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ZQ67IlscrwQ/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346824765936732914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO8y8HrivI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ZQ67IlscrwQ/s320/DSC00619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We terpaksa balik like at 5pm cos' Lynnie ade ballet :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This post is dedicated to Miss Chia Yune-Lyn&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(since I owe her a birthday post from last year :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My smashingly sexaayy and hottt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lynnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you can't see much of her 'hot' bits here, but take my word for it) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO7lb9Kt0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/LhPx6qzxBbw/s1600-h/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346823434452776770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO7lb9Kt0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/LhPx6qzxBbw/s320/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;For all the times we spent together , (and didn't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Here's to hoping that we'll spend more time in each other's presence! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(this sounds weird, but oh well!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO7kRdTKmI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Ehsm9tHSM24/s1600-h/DSC00573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346823414454889058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjO7kRdTKmI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Ehsm9tHSM24/s320/DSC00573.JPG" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to our next evil plan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should blog more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's very... soothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Calming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Relaxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Makes me happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loves &amp;amp; God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The Lord be with you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Boaz from Ruth 2:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, yes indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-901894181416767276?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/901894181416767276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=901894181416767276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/901894181416767276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/901894181416767276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-day-of-pmr-08-super-outdated-sial.html' title='the last day of PMR 08&apos; (super outdated sial) the day my camera got abused .'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SjPGOugQ2cI/AAAAAAAAAnw/-GctThm5F9M/s72-c/DSC00567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-6924164143630638221</id><published>2009-06-12T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:57:43.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is quite cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday is history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is mystery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is a gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's why it's called the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;woohoo :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;still sad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cos you have someone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;besides me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;who is cooler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hipper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;funner(and funnier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;free-er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;more time to go out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;more time to sms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;more time to spend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;same class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;perhaps this is for the better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;only time will tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;peace out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-6924164143630638221?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/6924164143630638221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=6924164143630638221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/6924164143630638221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/6924164143630638221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-quite-cool-yesterday-is-history.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-9127175956022801171</id><published>2009-06-12T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:46:22.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple Filter Test</title><content type='html'>In ancient Greece, Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. One day an acquaintance met the great philosopher and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Socrates, do you know what I just heard about your friend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on a minute,"Socrates replied. "Before telling me anything I'd like you to pass a little test.&lt;br /&gt;It's called the Triple Filter Test."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Triple Filter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right,"Socrates continued. "Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you're going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is absolutely true?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," the man said, "actually I just heard about it and...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right," said Socrates. "So you don't really know if it's true or not. Now let's try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend something good?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, on the contrary..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So," Socrates continued," you want to tell me something bad about him, but you're not certain it's true. You may still pass the test though, because there is still one filter left : the filter of Usefulness. Is that what you want to tell me about my friend useful to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not really."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," concluded Socrates, "if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eek.sorry smun. belum reply lagi &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(this is the 2nd time i'm using this : &gt;.&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(okay that's the 3rd :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-9127175956022801171?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/9127175956022801171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=9127175956022801171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/9127175956022801171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/9127175956022801171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/06/triple-filter-test.html' title='Triple Filter Test'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-1351290386280288536</id><published>2009-06-05T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:53:25.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 truths, tagged by dear mandaaaaa :)</title><content type='html'>Here it goes....&lt;br /&gt;001. Real Name: Beatrice Low Wei Jin&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s): Beat, Rice, Beat-rice, Pukul beras, pukul nasi, dafan, PB&lt;br /&gt;003. Age: 15+&lt;br /&gt;004. Horoscope: Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;005. Gender: Female&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary: Ringrose Kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;007. Primary School: SK Subang Jaya&lt;br /&gt;008. Secondary School: Seafield :D&lt;br /&gt;009. College: Too young&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair Color: Black and Brown :P&lt;br /&gt;011. Hair Length: quite long&lt;br /&gt;012. Loud or Quiet: Depends&lt;br /&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans : Jeans&lt;br /&gt;014. Phone or Camera: Both :P&lt;br /&gt;015. Health Freak: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;016. Drink or Smoke: Nope&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone: Think so&lt;br /&gt;018. Eat or Drink: Eat and drink XD&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings: Ears&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos: None&lt;br /&gt;021. Social or Anti-Social: No idea :P&lt;br /&gt;022. Righty or lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing: 5+, on ears&lt;br /&gt;024. First relationship: hah. xD&lt;br /&gt;025. First Best Friend: Saw Mei Yi&lt;br /&gt;026. First Award: Ballet Lower Primary Honours XD&lt;br /&gt;027. First Kiss: Nope&lt;br /&gt;028. First Pet: Fish?&lt;br /&gt;029. First Big Vacation: err.to Malaysia when i was two.&lt;br /&gt;030. First Love at first sight: Don't think so&lt;br /&gt;031. First Big Birthday: long time ago in London&lt;br /&gt;032. First Surgery : No&lt;br /&gt;033. First sport you joined: Ballet&lt;br /&gt;034. Orange or Apple juice: Mango!&lt;br /&gt;035. Rock or Rap: Depends&lt;br /&gt;036. Country or Screamo: Country.du-uh.&lt;br /&gt;037. NSYNC or Backstreet boys: Backstreet boys.&lt;br /&gt;038. Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera: Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;039. Night or Day: Day&lt;br /&gt;040. Sun or Moon: i donno :D&lt;br /&gt;041. TV or Internet: Both :P&lt;br /&gt;042. Playstation or XboX: Playstation&lt;br /&gt;043. Kiss or hug: Hug&lt;br /&gt;044. Iguana or turtle: Turtle&lt;br /&gt;045. Spider or bee: Neither!&lt;br /&gt;046. Fall or spring: Fall&lt;br /&gt;047. Limewire or iTunes: Don't use either one =='&lt;br /&gt;048. Soccer or baseball: Soccer&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating: Anything goooooood:D&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking: Anything gooooooood :D preferably mango.&lt;br /&gt;051. Excitement level: Normal.I think.&lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to: Pee :)&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to: nothing......&lt;br /&gt;054. Plan for today: BK class&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting for: My tun to be the freaking slimmest :P&lt;br /&gt;056. Energy Level: Normal.I think&lt;br /&gt;057. Thinking of someone: Guess so.&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids : Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married: Think so.&lt;br /&gt;060. When: When the time comes lah&lt;br /&gt;061. How many kids do you want: 1 or 2 or 4&lt;br /&gt;062. Any name on the mind: Not yet&lt;br /&gt;* 063 &amp;amp; 064 is missing *(because it was stated on da's blog, so yeah)&lt;br /&gt;065. Mellow future or wild: Er..don't know :P&lt;br /&gt;066. Something you would never try: Something that will destroy my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;067. Which is the better in the boy/girl you like(in the future):&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or Eyes: Eyes&lt;br /&gt;069. Romantic or Funny : Both.&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or Taller: Taller.&lt;br /&gt;071. Protective or Caring?: Both.&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or Spontaneous: Romantic.&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms: Both.&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or Loud: Both&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or Relationship: err?&lt;br /&gt;076. Trouble Maker or Hesitant: Hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;077. Muscular or normal: Normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger: No way.&lt;br /&gt;079. Broken a bone: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses or contacts: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home: Nahh.&lt;br /&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defense: Both XD&lt;br /&gt;083. Killed somebody: No!&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken some one's heart: err.i guess.&lt;br /&gt;085. Had your heart broken: not exactly, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;086. Been arrested: So far nope :P&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;088. Liked a friend more than a friend: Yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;089. Do you believe in Yourself: i would like to believe so.&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles: Yes, because Jesus is always there :D&lt;br /&gt;* 091 is missing * (once again, because it was missing from da's post)&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;093. When do you want to die: When the time comes :P&lt;br /&gt;094. Tooth Fairy: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;095. Kiss on the first date: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;096. Angels: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there 1 person you want to be with right now?: yup&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you're in life now: Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God: Duh.&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chai Shing Yin&lt;br /&gt;Chew Sue Mun&lt;br /&gt;Chia Yune-Lyn&lt;br /&gt;Emily Chan Sze Yin&lt;br /&gt;Fong Zhen Ying&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Wong&lt;br /&gt;Lim Wei Qi, Callie&lt;br /&gt;Seng Yee Leng&lt;br /&gt;Sim Ee Huei, Diane&lt;br /&gt;Voon Li Teng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho:) alphabetical order XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lastly....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy belated 16th birthday yuva! (aka annei) :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy 17th birthday edward goh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy beearliered birthday fong zhen ying!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy beearliered birthday shaun chien!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lazy to type di. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nxt person who reads this better post something in the cbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;otherwise, for the kazillionth time, i'll be tempted to delete this blog XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i WILL conquer it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-1351290386280288536?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/1351290386280288536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=1351290386280288536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/1351290386280288536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/1351290386280288536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/06/100-truths-tagged-by-dear-mandaaaaa.html' title='100 truths, tagged by dear mandaaaaa :)'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-7675215069528987638</id><published>2009-06-02T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T03:52:28.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of MCE. when i'm supposed to be at a wedding dinner. which nobody knows I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;melt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;nobody&lt;/span&gt; would realise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;god bless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-7675215069528987638?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/7675215069528987638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=7675215069528987638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/7675215069528987638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/7675215069528987638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/06/2nd-day-of-mce-when-im-supposed-to-be.html' title='2nd day of MCE. when i&apos;m supposed to be at a wedding dinner. which nobody knows I am.'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-289620905340401458</id><published>2009-05-26T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T06:51:43.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret?</title><content type='html'>"Aieeek! Too hot-lah. Wait on the grass first-lah," I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind flashedback to 3 years ago - when we were all little first formers. I recalled being right at the same spot - 3rd runner, as &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; - thinking along the exact same lines.I remember going down to the track at 10 something every sports day to check my lane for any sharp objects. We &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ran about 15 minutes later, about 10.15. The latest would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be about 10.30 or 10.40, when the Sun could &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;barely &lt;/strong&gt;lick&lt;/span&gt; our skin. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It would &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never &lt;/strong&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; be later than that. The tracks &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;won't &lt;/span&gt;be hot. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. No doubt about that. &lt;em&gt;Got that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lorong 4! Lorong 4 mana?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sini, cikgu!" I replied jovially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow, the track's REALLY hot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cepat-lah masuk trek.. dah nak mula ni...!" Cikgu Musawir's 'merajuk' voice came from behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Panas-lah, cikgu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa ni.. panas panas.. cikgu pun panas lah..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BANG!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gun-shot. The start of a race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurried into my lane. Gosh, this is waaaaay hotter than when we were in Form 1. It was the first time I was running in my first year in a new school.. and I frequently revisited the memory of the adrenaline rush that raced through my blood from the second the baton entered my grip till it left my hand for the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I wonder whether we will do as well as the previous years?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps not.&lt;br /&gt;Will we win?&lt;br /&gt;Can we win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were focused on Yune-Lyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, as I saw her long legs racing round the first bend, I felt instant admiration. This was the girl who said she couldn't sprint. This was the girl who we begged to join the relay to help us, beacuse there was no one else we could depend on. We knew she could do it, but apparently she didn't think so. And once she was registered as part of the team, she went to ask for help - from her pet brother, to our house captain, to almost every sprinter she knew. And while yours truly was dancing away at gymrama training, here she was, right here in MPSJ, 'learning' how to sprint, although she already could. If that isn't admirable enough, I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was running, for the first time in her life, in a sprinting event - and here she was, leading the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Liesl's turn to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liesl, the funkeyh monkeyh, who injured her (was it?) tailbone when we were back in Form 1. Injury, after injury... Form 2 as well... She could run, but she still couldn't &lt;em&gt;run&lt;/em&gt; run. Then Form 3, - at last. The first runner who lead us off to an explosive start last year. It was as if she was never injured. And this supermonkey injured (or was it a pull?) her thigh muscle which was aggravated by her participation in long jump. Liesl wasn't even sure whether she was able to sprint on the sports day, which, by a twist of blessing, she was able to. Yes, indeed, God is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was leading - all the way - and then it was my turn to perform. It was up to what I did whether the Red shirt emerge victorious around the third and fourth bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tracks were hot. Real hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"UP!"&lt;br /&gt;I started running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pap!"&lt;br /&gt;The baton was in my hand, it was up to me what I did with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran like I had never run before - and I could tell that I wasn't slowing down at all, unlike the previous years when I could practically feel my energy leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shouts, the yells of my hooligan-friends, so many audible voices, so many familiar voices that I even as I ran, I could tell who was shouting and from where. So, so many -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This track is really hot!" My mind was yelling."HOT!!!&lt;strong&gt;HOTT!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Now I know why so many people were saying it was so hot. I hadn't imagined this at all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat was literally burning into my soles, the faster I ran, the quicker the heat tore through my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faster, Beatrice, faster! The faster you reach, the faster you rest!!!" My feet screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must. go . faster. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still leading, but all that was in my head was pain, &lt;em&gt;pain&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pain &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winning? What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could barely concentrate on where I was running, all that I thought about was the scorching flame that were consuming my feet bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I....must...finish....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't think anymore. I forgot to say 'UP' to Se Yieng, our faithful fourth runner. I barely saw where I placed the baton. I could barely think about anything but -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something red flashed in the Sun, on it's way to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The baton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't think. My hand instinctively went down, grabbed it and put it into Se Yieng's waiting hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something so crucial, that people would normally groan at while watching, something so BIG -&lt;br /&gt;bur barely registered in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled over to the grassy part of the field. &lt;em&gt;Must....sit.....down.....Faster....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell to my butt, my teeth gritted, my hands clenched and gripping the grass on the field like they were going to save my life. The soles of my feet were going to fall off any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pain.. pain.." was all that I could mutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no tears came. No surprise. Pain, so what? Your own fault, for not wearing shoes to ru-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se Yieng!" A voice suddenly said. Who was it? Oh, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who won? How did red house do? What place we got?" I heard myself asking anxiously, nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comforting bodies around me hushed me, saying that my feet were alright, I was going to be fine-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The baton.&lt;/em&gt; The baton!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; THE BATON! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I DROPPED THE BATON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I couldn't understand why so many people did, it was so simple, so easy, just passing a hollow tube into the hands of somebody else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, passing on the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hope and expectations to emerge triumphant&lt;/span&gt; unto the next person, who in turn was going to prove whether the hopes will stand or will fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;had &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dropped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salty stream started flowing freely down my cheeks- I had let my house down, I had let my house captain down, I had let my faithful teammates down, they - who had done nothing wrong at all, I had let my friends down. The people who were constantly there, ever supporting me. I had let people - who I knew were banking on me to go further - down. Down, down, down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave into the emotions of being the one who let down others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I had let myself down.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I let myself be smothered by my friends who were trying to hush me - &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lee Yuin's "breath in,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;breath out",&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Diane's "You okay or not?",&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wen Min's "Beat, don't worry okay", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yee Fung's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Beeaaaaat",&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Justin's "Beat, don't crylah",&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the St Johns,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Brenda's extremely worried face.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(please do let me know if i left your name out, because I'm in a rush to finish this post, so I'm just typing anything that comes to mind..hold on. not like anyone's going to read this anyway. It's just going to be me, myself and I. HOHOHO. Anyway. just let me know, kay, now- back to story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I felt anguished, dismayed, almost distraught. Yet at the same time so touched and basking in the love that my friends shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I caught a glimpse of a watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.45 pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The numbers jumped out at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What happened to '&lt;strong&gt;definitely&lt;/strong&gt;'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked towards the sky and was blinded by the rays of light emanating from the Sun which was directly above my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my toes - now red and burnt - I saw the blood slowly seeping out from the gigantic circle beneath my big toe, where the skin already exposed the raw meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-289620905340401458?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/289620905340401458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=289620905340401458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/289620905340401458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/289620905340401458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/05/regret.html' title='Regret?'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-3502135187196359086</id><published>2009-05-02T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:54:14.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The SON&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is great. Take a moment to read it; it will make your day!&lt;br /&gt;The ending will surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take my Son&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art..&lt;br /&gt;When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;About a month later, just before Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The father&lt;br /&gt;opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.&lt;br /&gt;On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was silence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Then a voicein the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room.. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.&lt;br /&gt;'We have $10, who will bid $20?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was becoming angry.. They didn't want the picture of the son.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The auctioneer pounded the gavel. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'&lt;br /&gt;A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;on with the collection!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'What about the paintings?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"The man who took the son gets everything!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'The son, the son, who'll take the son?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pray for me people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ifreakingwannagoformssm!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;sad :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;god bless youuuu :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;keep smiling :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-3502135187196359086?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/3502135187196359086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=3502135187196359086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/3502135187196359086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/3502135187196359086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/05/son-this-is-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-3713014022726529770</id><published>2009-04-22T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T03:40:01.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>elated. at last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;memories :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tokyo 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_y_Js3tfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/N-uSeUTg3pI/s1600-h/msssgimrama+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327742453646381890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_xiLRcU0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/pRU3OwS6aaY/s320/msssgimrama+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_y-2wwJjI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ytB6xXHaHP0/s1600-h/msssgimrama+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327744045868394034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_y-2wwJjI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ytB6xXHaHP0/s320/msssgimrama+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_y-goEGjI/AAAAAAAAAhA/YiUXNA6spIo/s1600-h/msssgimrama+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327744039926372914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_y-goEGjI/AAAAAAAAAhA/YiUXNA6spIo/s320/msssgimrama+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_y-meRKRI/AAAAAAAAAg4/d4Zge05_eH4/s1600-h/msssgimrama+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327744041495898386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_y-meRKRI/AAAAAAAAAg4/d4Zge05_eH4/s320/msssgimrama+015.jpg" 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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_xiLsseCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/_5g6oltslE0/s1600-h/msssgimrama+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327742453760686114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_xiLsseCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/_5g6oltslE0/s320/msssgimrama+006.jpg" 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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327742439502783250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_xhWlWIxI/AAAAAAAAAgY/B4NFSr8g10k/s320/msssgimrama+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_xh2suWEI/AAAAAAAAAgg/t_7oPRvq1Fg/s1600-h/msssgimrama+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327742448123664450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_xh2suWEI/AAAAAAAAAgg/t_7oPRvq1Fg/s320/msssgimrama+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_rUrfJ51I/AAAAAAAAAgI/zxB-xbEnz9I/s1600-h/msssgimrama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327735624705894226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_rUrfJ51I/AAAAAAAAAgI/zxB-xbEnz9I/s320/msssgimrama.jpg" 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;at last..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_rUSw9TTI/AAAAAAAAAgA/F0CSZ6-IEKM/s1600-h/msssgimrama+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327735618069679410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_rUSw9TTI/AAAAAAAAAgA/F0CSZ6-IEKM/s320/msssgimrama+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can eat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_rUUnpsFI/AAAAAAAAAf4/m_0ZHLR065g/s1600-h/msssgimrama+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327735618567516242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_rUUnpsFI/AAAAAAAAAf4/m_0ZHLR065g/s320/msssgimrama+002.jpg" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_rUK7uYtI/AAAAAAAAAfw/jJb4XWf7evY/s1600-h/msssgimrama+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327735615967355602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_rUK7uYtI/AAAAAAAAAfw/jJb4XWf7evY/s320/msssgimrama+001.jpg" 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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327832092717805922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SfBDD21e8WI/AAAAAAAAAhY/FCQFadZ6OOg/s400/msssgimrama+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;god bless senior msss gimrama team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;although some may not deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-3713014022726529770?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/3713014022726529770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=3713014022726529770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/3713014022726529770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/3713014022726529770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/04/elated-at-last.html' title='elated. at last.'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/Se_xiLRcU0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/pRU3OwS6aaY/s72-c/msssgimrama+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-3142255854613722592</id><published>2009-04-11T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T03:42:31.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome friday</title><content type='html'>sorry for not updating for freeeaaking long time :)&lt;br /&gt;and since so many people are blogging in almost-perfect english, i pun nak cuba lah.&lt;br /&gt;so let's see how this post turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Good Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 10th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school! *BIG GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;don't worry mrs tay, i didn't &lt;em&gt;ponteng.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omigoshsothefreakingexhaustingitellyouuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started at about 8.30, finished at 11.30am, then I got ready to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for choir, CF, musical practice, then went home at 3.30 to prepare for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;It was 4.58pm. I was in the car about 100 metres away from tuition when my phone began ringing like a crazy mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BEAAAAT!!! We need you here at netball!!!"&lt;br /&gt;It was Lee Yuin, one of the only bfs who can can actually start a phone conversation with me by deafening me first. Besides Ah-Lyn. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I skipped tuition, went for inter-school prefect games netball because they were 2 players short. *tsk rushan and diane tsk ffk-ers tsk* :D We got 2nd, lost to U4 in the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun ,though. Seeing Sharon Rose Roberts attemting to balance on 1 leg to shoot, seeing the freaking accurate Tracey Lovett shoot again and again into the small little ring, seeing the equally tall Brynn Lovett jumpin out of nowhere to grab the ball, seeing Su Yin again (from debate), seeing U4's cute Centre, Izzatie(if not mistaken) attempting to drown U12's Centre in the pool of water on the field, seeing Filla Dalila shooting again and again, seeing Diana complain about the scary WA of U4(Su Yin. lol.) , seeing Usha and Sofeana doing their best to protect our side, seeing the shouting bf racing here and there trying to get us to score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, listening to Sharon's cries of "DON'T SHOOOOOOOOT!!!" across the field.&lt;br /&gt;Farniness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see the twins after so long. They were the first people I saw the second I walked into the USJ 8. These two hot, sexy, lanky, Eurasian twins. If you hug them , you won't be able to see anything except their shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it may be just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, PLUS they're great people. Freaking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of them. I bet you're tired listening about them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really scared I would be pooped out like the day before when I went for gymrama training after playing basketball. Needless to say, coach was yelling at me, my calves were throbbing like.. mad mangoes, I could barely walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I made it through. I reached home after netball at about 7, training started at about 8 so it was kinda okay because we still had the warming up bit to do.&lt;br /&gt;But coach was so freaking mad at (not me :D)(forgotten who) and training ended at...&lt;br /&gt; 11.&lt;br /&gt;whaddacrapp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dang, Saturday training 9am." was all that was echoing in my foolish little head as I climbed into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now..&lt;br /&gt;the REAL reason why GOOD FRIDAYS are indeed, well, GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I was going to school because of CF's Court Case. But due to a teenyweeny,um, error, I ended up staying for choir..I don't know what difference it'll make anyway. The *insert appropriate name* dislikes me enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice was terrible, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up running like a mad mango from the hall all the way to the Geography Room on the top floor of Block A. It didn't help that the room was right at the end of the corridor, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached, the session was already closing.&lt;br /&gt;But what I witnessed was more than enough to make up for missing the entire thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Pastor Andy was asking for people who wanted to accept Jesus Christ into their heart to raise up their hands...&lt;br /&gt;I squeezed my eyes shut.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice took a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the middle of the room, hands began popping up 'bagai cendawan tumbuh selepas hujan'.&lt;br /&gt;And I am not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;Almost half to 3/4 of the people present had their hands raised up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was jumping with joy and elation and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed a sight to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice was tearing.&lt;br /&gt;(I shall innocently fail to realise whether there were tears on my cheeks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Pastor Andy said, "I hope you all don't mind, but could all of you who raised your hands up just now to please stand up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone stood up, except for a small gang of people who were those CF orang-orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the faces of those who stood up that I instantly realised were Nick, Jian, Kai Ning.&lt;br /&gt;(I hope you guys don't mind this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current statistics:&lt;br /&gt; 38 people accepted Christ, excluding the 27 who rededicated their lives unto Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason why Good Fridays aren't just good.&lt;br /&gt;They're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Loves, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;beatbeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;off to shna's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiieek.shna!mana rumah lu??!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-3142255854613722592?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/3142255854613722592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=3142255854613722592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/3142255854613722592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/3142255854613722592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/04/awesome-friday.html' title='awesome friday'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-7292380457932869223</id><published>2009-03-24T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:15:58.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mssm quatic meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/ScnVZJavuaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/nDi-IBfMQhE/s1600-h/MSSMAKUATIIK09+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317015463089125794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/ScnVZJavuaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/nDi-IBfMQhE/s320/MSSMAKUATIIK09+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/ScnVY00VnHI/AAAAAAAAAew/1jWGbOe2Hgo/s1600-h/MSSMAKUATIIK09+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317015457559321714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/ScnVY00VnHI/AAAAAAAAAew/1jWGbOe2Hgo/s320/MSSMAKUATIIK09+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/ScnVYnMkQoI/AAAAAAAAAeo/BRoFfL_tiwc/s1600-h/MSSMAKUATIIK09+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317015453902848642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/ScnVYnMkQoI/AAAAAAAAAeo/BRoFfL_tiwc/s320/MSSMAKUATIIK09+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/ScnVYWmAShI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Od5akcXmqo8/s1600-h/MSSMAKUATIIK09+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317015449446140434" style="FLOAT: left; 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If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it."&lt;br /&gt;~ Fyodor Dostoevsky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; the wise grows it under his feet."~ James Openheim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open."~ John Barrymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called."~ A.A. Milne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"There are two things to aim at in life: first, to get what you want; and after that, to enjoy it. Only the wisest of mankind achieve the second."~ Logan Pearsall Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pleasure is spread through the earthIn stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find."~ William Wordsworth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have."~ Frederick Keonig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.” ~ Nathaniel Hawthorne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"There is no cosmetic for beauty like happiness."~ Lady Blessington&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Real elation is when you feel you could touch a star without standing on tiptoe."~ Doug Larson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“Every individual has a place to fill in the world and is important in some respect whether he chooses to be so or not.”~Nathaniel Hawthorne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So long as we can lose any happiness, we possess some."~ Booth Tarkington&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"One joy scatters a hundred griefs."~ Chinese Proverb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy your ice cream while it's on your plate."~ Thornton Wilder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Be happy. It's one way of being wise."~ Colette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is."~ Maxim Gorky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for."~ Joseph Addison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things."~ Robert Brault&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"In order to have great happiness you have to have great pain and unhappiness - otherwise how would you know when you're happy?"~ Leslie Caron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"On the whole, the happiest people seem to be those who have no particular cause for being happy except that they are so."~ William R. Inge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony."~ Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When you're really happy, the birds chirp and the sun shines even on cold dark winter nights - and flowers will bloom on a barren land."~ Grey Livingston&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When you're really happy, the birds chirp and the sun shines even on cold dark winter nights - and flowers will bloom on a barren land."~ Grey Livingston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its counterfeit."~ Hosea Ballou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If you ever find happiness by hunting for it, you will find it, as the old woman did her lost spectacles, safe on her own nose all the time. ~Josh Billings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The pursuit of happiness is a most ridiculous phrase: if you pursue happiness you'll never find it."~ C.P. Snow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Our greatest glory is not in never falling but in rising every time we fall. "~Confucius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Every artist was first an amateur." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The only abnormality is the incapacity to love."~Anais Nin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You must be the change you wish to see in the world."~Mahatma Ghandi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life." ~Winston Churchill &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What a grand thing, to be loved What a grander thing still, to love" ~Victor Hugo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Crap. I'm short and fat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Welcome back, SexyBeast!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Holdiays here we come,people! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;God Bless guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-1749313019785485861?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/1749313019785485861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=1749313019785485861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/1749313019785485861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/1749313019785485861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmmm.html' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-4994091568189943950</id><published>2009-03-05T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T05:04:33.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.. well this is an emopost. i mean, emo commercial break post, whichever you prefer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Commercial break!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks guys..&lt;br /&gt;err..refer cbox, you nosy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Back to the show!*&lt;/span&gt;(Omigosh this is so lame)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever really wondered&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to have faith in yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;What does it do to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody says to believe in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody says to trust yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do you achieve that state of mind?&lt;br /&gt;So strong, so firm , so solid that even a walking Taipei 101 can't bash through it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I , &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think it all begins by believing in God and surrendering all you have unto him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sorry atheists)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think : that's like relying on somebody else, depending on somebody else, when now you're supposed to be building faith in yourself. But have you ever stopped to think , that when we surrender all we have unto God, it means that we have that enormous leap of faith, that we have that gargantuan trust in ourselves which grows. And grows. And grows and grows and grows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your crush rejects you,&lt;br /&gt;God will be there.&lt;br /&gt;When your friends turn away from you,&lt;br /&gt;God will be there.&lt;br /&gt;When you fail again and again,&lt;br /&gt;God will be there.&lt;br /&gt;When nobody else loves you,&lt;br /&gt;God will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God doesn't fail anybody, even through the bleakest of times.&lt;br /&gt;Even when you have nothing left, God will be there, right at your side, guiding you, loving you more than you have ever deserved.&lt;br /&gt;God will be there to guide you into trusting and believing in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having that rock solid faith in yourself will prevent you from straying too far away from the right path. You will dare to dream, dare to reach for the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will learn to push past the limits that you have set for yourself. Push beyond the expectations that everyone around you has set for you. Stretch your capabilities past the maximum because with God they can stretch on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;you will be able to embrace your dream.&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do&lt;br /&gt;is to reach out&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;grab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;God Bless~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;beeaaaaaaaat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-4994091568189943950?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/4994091568189943950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=4994091568189943950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/4994091568189943950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/4994091568189943950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmm-well-this-is-emopost-i-mean-emo.html' title='hmm.. well this is an emopost. i mean, emo commercial break post, whichever you prefer.'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779841802799370499.post-3746189074234085355</id><published>2009-02-14T14:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:09:49.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watermelons.........and eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdOWlaJdXI/AAAAAAAAAdY/O-OrdZr9YCU/s1600-h/a1.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These  are truly incredible.  You'll love the cool  watermelons,but  you'll be blown away by the  eggs!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302793236157920626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdOWlaJdXI/AAAAAAAAAdY/O-OrdZr9YCU/s400/a1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdOWoGVDtI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/NDIviRucDhc/s1600-h/a2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302793236880101074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdOWoGVDtI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/NDIviRucDhc/s400/a2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdOFgNXMNI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FhPjbEBNa7U/s1600-h/a1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdOFoZGYmI/AAAAAAAAAdA/V3NJ296E_7I/s1600-h/a3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302792944901055074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdOFoZGYmI/AAAAAAAAAdA/V3NJ296E_7I/s320/a3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdOFVoCqEI/AAAAAAAAAc4/UFmuCWgwBOI/s1600-h/a10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302792939863451714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdOFVoCqEI/AAAAAAAAAc4/UFmuCWgwBOI/s320/a10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdOFCzdtgI/AAAAAAAAAcw/avAsvhyt04g/s1600-h/a11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302792934811088386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdOFCzdtgI/AAAAAAAAAcw/avAsvhyt04g/s320/a11.bmp" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdOEmwv06I/AAAAAAAAAco/u087zKVbf9g/s1600-h/a12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302792927283499938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdOEmwv06I/AAAAAAAAAco/u087zKVbf9g/s320/a12.bmp" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdNde0LwCI/AAAAAAAAAcg/6tjkZ5wGsCQ/s1600-h/a2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302792255135531042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdNde0LwCI/AAAAAAAAAcg/6tjkZ5wGsCQ/s320/a2.bmp" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdNdJBHKII/AAAAAAAAAcY/_h3svvphLhA/s1600-h/a7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302792249284176002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdNdJBHKII/AAAAAAAAAcY/_h3svvphLhA/s320/a7.bmp" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdNdO2GbXI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/3Zulzhrx4jQ/s1600-h/a8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302792250848603506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdNdO2GbXI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/3Zulzhrx4jQ/s320/a8.bmp" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdNdKoklYI/AAAAAAAAAcI/RNHh66djCZg/s1600-h/a9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302792249718117762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdNdKoklYI/AAAAAAAAAcI/RNHh66djCZg/s320/a9.bmp" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdMwUh-KVI/AAAAAAAAAcA/LiKF3-F0a8E/s1600-h/a4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302791479280675154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdMwUh-KVI/AAAAAAAAAcA/LiKF3-F0a8E/s320/a4.bmp" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdMwHkmyqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/q5EbXfDuTJI/s1600-h/a5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302791475802065570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdMwHkmyqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/q5EbXfDuTJI/s320/a5.bmp" 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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdMwDBgKpI/AAAAAAAAAbw/k-XAhiulO1E/s1600-h/a6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302791474581088914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdMwDBgKpI/AAAAAAAAAbw/k-XAhiulO1E/s320/a6.bmp" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;These egg shells were cut with a high intensity precision Laser Beam. This gives a very good idea of what can be achieved with a Laser Beam. This gives you an idea what laser surgery performed on one's eye is all about. Is it any wonder how one's vision can be improved in just a few moments? Science is sometimes wonderful, and it's still on the frontier of gaining new knowledge. Incredible what can be done with an eggshell and a laser beam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdMYrKthVI/AAAAAAAAAbY/YuwtI7mAp2M/s1600-h/b3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302791073040270674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdMYrKthVI/AAAAAAAAAbY/YuwtI7mAp2M/s320/b3.bmp" 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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdMv-PRi7I/AAAAAAAAAbg/QVPBoKkywVs/s1600-h/b2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302791473296673714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdMv-PRi7I/AAAAAAAAAbg/QVPBoKkywVs/s320/b2.bmp" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx14jjLz_C4/SZdMYu2wQpI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/PKBJglyX4ls/s1600-h/b4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302791074030305938" style="FLOAT: left; 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expects something, just that they &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;expect daft things&lt;/span&gt;, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think it's &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pretty impossible to live trans expectations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. How do you &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not expecting&lt;/span&gt; something? It'll be like living in an&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;empty nutshell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;damp&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;mind-cramping&lt;/span&gt; one, at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you don't expect anything, it'll be akin to not dreaming, not hoping for something to happen. Even the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;most faithful&lt;/span&gt; people expect &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that we're in the heat of this topic, the unquotable quote above , is in other words, one of the feeble attempts to come up with a formula in the pursuit of happiness. Indirectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But some 'ingenious' fellows came up with a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so-called formulae for happiness&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; made it public. Ever heard of it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pleasure + engagement + meaning = happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is one of them.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another one :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Happiness = P + (5xE) + (3xH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stands for Personal Characteristics, including outlook on life, adaptability and resilience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stands for Existence and relates to health, financial stability and friendships.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; represents Higher Order needs, and covers self-esteem, expectations, ambitions and sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sound complicated? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Apparently the formula was worked out by psychologists after interviews with more than 1,000 people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So do you still belive in the formulas that scientists and researchers have came up with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are many more, by the way. Not only these two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's like they 'chi bao tai de kong'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(direct translation: too much free time after having their meal)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, back to the expectations thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I don't think the quote should go:&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; "Don't expect &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;more like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Lower your expectations-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then that won't be right anymore. Because if you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lower &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;your expectations, this means that you &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;already know your initial 'level' of expectation&lt;/span&gt;. So you'll still be &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;disappointed &lt;/span&gt;if the expected result doesn't come out because in your &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;subconscious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mind, you'll still be &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clinging on&lt;/strong&gt; to the&lt;em&gt; first&lt;/em&gt; expectation&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;the formula of happiness?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my opinion-as if it weren't clear already- is that&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; there simply isn't one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Most people probably don't know what happiness is, they think happiness is perhaps having lots of money or a big car, or a big house. But people who have all these things are not necessarily happier than people who just enjoy their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We tend to be very obsessed with what is wrong, what is missing and what we have not got, rather than focusing on what we want and getting it. It would be nice to just enjoy your life, because life is a bit short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Pete Cohen&lt;/span&gt;, who came up with the mathematics-like equation above(the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;PEH&lt;/span&gt; one), said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Four in ten men said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sex made them happy&lt;/span&gt;, and three in ten said a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;victory by a favourite sports team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For seven in ten women happiness was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;related to being with family&lt;/span&gt;, and one in four said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;losing weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Romance&lt;/span&gt; featured higher for men than women. So did a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;pay rise&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hobby &lt;/span&gt;they enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Women were more likely to cite &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sunny weather&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So does this mean we can come up with a formula with this&lt;br /&gt;result?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;C.P Snow once said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The pursuit of happiness is a most ridiculous phrase:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you pursue happiness,&lt;br /&gt;you'll never find it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We all can be happy in a heartbeat if we want to. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or rather,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you want to be happy,be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Leo Tolstoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;And..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happiness is never stopping to think if you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;So even if happiness forgets you for a bit, never completely forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God Bless You~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I'll seat back, go finish that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bertimbun-timbun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;truckloads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of homework,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hope that people actually read this thing. :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779841802799370499-2497997286273322212?l=beat-the-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/2497997286273322212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2779841802799370499&amp;postID=2497997286273322212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/2497997286273322212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779841802799370499/posts/default/2497997286273322212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beat-the-rice.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-expectations-and-formulas-for.html' title='Of expectations and formulas for happiness'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175854956600733925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18419873597994166273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>