<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951</id><updated>2012-01-17T15:47:00.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me + My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-1772567762784077539</id><published>2010-12-16T01:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T02:51:41.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye STPM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can still remember the first time I stood into Form 6. I was so pumped to learn new things and so curious of this world that I'm going to explore in one and a half year time. Questions started to pop out in my mind as time passes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will I be able to excel in my studies? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will I be able to meet new friends that are not just friends but people who will be there for me when I needed them? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will I change?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will I still be the old me after one and a half year?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list will go on and on but at the end, I got all the answers I want but not all of them come easy. Some came in the ugliest way that I could ever imagine but the lessons learned are worthwhile. They changed me, for better or for worse. To be honest, I never regret coming to form 6 even though my grades are bad because I have a bunch of best friends always stand by me through thick and thin. You know who you are so I'm not going to mention names. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really a relief to know that in a few more hours to come, STPM will be over. Instead of feeling happy, I feel sad. I'm so gonna miss my friends that I met in this one and a half year especially my group of besties. I will miss the laughter we shared and the fun we had. It's really killing me. I wish we will never have to go separate ways to realise our dreams but that's impossible. Life is all about hellos and goodbyes whether you like it or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends especially my besties, thank you for your presence in my life because you guys made my life as complete as it can be. Sorry if I did make you guys upset from time to time but I just want you to know, no matter how life tears us apart, I will always remember the good times we've shared and never forget each and everyone of you. Here's a song that started my life in form 6 and I never would have thought it is also the song that indicates the end of my form 6 life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lrDrTwZ_AQw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lrDrTwZ_AQw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-1772567762784077539?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/1772567762784077539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=1772567762784077539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1772567762784077539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1772567762784077539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodbye-stpm.html' title='Goodbye STPM.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-7691689581921487056</id><published>2010-07-20T01:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:28:08.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm back again!! Haha~ Life as usual is full of ups and downs for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did very badly for a monthly test recently and also my mid-term but no worries, I'm starting to work on it.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got my MUET result a few weeks ago and even though I wasn't really satisfied with it because I got a low band 5, 228/300 but I cannot complaint much because I didn't take MUET seriously. To be honest, I did not put in much effort in it but I was quite surprised that my marks is the highest in my school and so does my speaking marks. A lot of my friends who deserve a 5 didn't get what they supposed to get and some of them are retaking the exam. Their proficiency in English is superb but maybe this time luck is not on their side. But anyway, I have my utmost faith in them that this time, those who are gonna retake will get what they deserve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lately there has been lotsa dramas going on and I'm tired of them. I'm gonna try my very best to reduce them or just ignore them and start working towards my goals. I kinda have this determination deep down inside me lately to really work my ass off this time to achieve what I want. Hopefully they don't just fade away like they always do. Believe it or not, I can feel the difference this time and I know I'll get what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna audition this Wednesday to see whether am I qualified to perform for my school's Golden Jubilee Dinner. Haha~ Gonna tackle a super hard song which performed and delivered fantastically by the two divas of all time, Mariah Carey and Whitney Houston. It's a very challenging song and hopefully I can deliver it well and really bring out the meaning of the song. In case you guys dunno the song, have a listen here.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/CxIN79n4jVo/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxIN79n4jVo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxIN79n4jVo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually, I just got back from celebrating a very good friend of mine's birthday and we had lotsa fun just now. We have taken lotsa photos but I'm lazy to upload here because it takes a long time but I'll just upload a picture where all of us are in it. If you are interested to view those pictures, feel free to drop by my facebook profile. But it's gonna be uploaded soon because some of the pictures are not with me. But very soon you can see the whole album.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495685345958073202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TESYtGsmk3I/AAAAAAAAAgg/8xZ0o0IrKfI/s320/IMG00078-20100719-2153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is the birthday boy, Kok Boon aka KB ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495683739419544626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TESXPl3-DDI/AAAAAAAAAgY/VQ00DuCcasg/s320/IMG00091-20100719-2202.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Happy Birthday KB!!~ Hope you enjoy as much as we do!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;FYI, I just got a blackberry bold 9700. It's a very cool smartphone and I'm still considering to subscribe the blackberry internet service by Maxis or not because I have to pay the bill myself =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495683726411683026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TESXO1ap1NI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/4X_QJ6Gu2I4/s320/blackberry-bold-9700-smartphone.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have no idea why I'm feeling empty right now. I'm tired but I don't wanna sleep. I think the reason is you. I have been doing really well in letting you go because when you pass by, I don't feel like looking at you. When you're talking, again I don't have the urge to look at you but today was a little bit different, I notice your presence and your every single move of yours captured my attention. Why I feel this way? I have no idea but I must not do that and I believe by the time I got up from my sleep, I'll just return to the last "checkpoint" where you are transparent to me. Sorry if it hurts you but this is the only way for me to let you go. I can't hate you like you say about the method to let go someone, "Love it or hate it". Anyway, just ignore this because I need a space for me to write it down so it won't bother me. Writing things down just makes me feel better...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I guess that's so it that I wanna share and after my STPM, I think I'll have more time to update my blog and I can assure you my blog will be uploaded with pictures.. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Till next time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;SamueL FonG signing off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-7691689581921487056?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/7691689581921487056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=7691689581921487056' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7691689581921487056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7691689581921487056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-summary-of-me-lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TESYtGsmk3I/AAAAAAAAAgg/8xZ0o0IrKfI/s72-c/IMG00078-20100719-2153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-644157688863409704</id><published>2010-07-02T16:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T17:10:09.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem After Problem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things were beginning to go out of control ever since that day where everything is finally cleared up. I don't think of you anymore nor do I ever want to. It feels great that you will no longer be the reason that affects my mood anymore. Moving on phase is really nice because it’s a lot happier and calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after relationship problems are solved, family problems came in. I had a nasty argument with my mum and it really torn me apart but luckily I have people that care about me, asked me through facebook and after spitting out the problems, everything is seems a lot better. And also thanks to someone who is such a great friend who is willing to sit by the phone and listen to my problems through the phone which really made me feel a lot better after that. Thank you bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my life is always full of drama, after family problem is solved, then came problems with my friend. He sat next to me in class this year and we started to get closer and closer. Don't get me wrong, we are straight =). But he has this kinda attitude that I dislike. When I talk to him or ask him questions, he'll just ignore me and giving excuses like he doesn't know what to say. If you dunno what to say, at least look at me and not say a word to show that you dunno what to say or even just simply answer me a "I dunno...". I was sad about myself recently because of certain things he said about me and question like “Why am I always giving in this friendship and why didn't I receive from him?” began to pop out. Then I sorta treat him coldly and just talk to him whenever is necessary but this kinda life is pretentious and tiring. I've been thinking a lot why am I so weird, I mean why do I get sad when he didn't wait for me after class then I finally got the answer. I was hoping to be treated like his best bro because we always wait for our close friends when exchanging classes. I know I'm weird and I've been bothered by minor stuffs like this for quite some time till an extent that I've forgotten what he had done for me and how he treated me. And after listening to my friends who sit besides us, I'm starting to see that he really did treat me as his close friend and I was just foolish and self centered that I have totally forgotten about it. I have a shout-out to him and also to others whom I care and love a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even though sometimes you guys are pain in the ass especially when you guys tease me but you guys are still my best friends. Whenever I feel regretted about entering Form 6, you guys are the ones who change my mind because knowing you guys is the greatest thing I've ever received in my life. Thank you for standing by me whenever I needed you guys. Thank you for all the things you guys have done for me especially on my birthday because that's the sweetest birthday memory I ever got. I hope in years to come and when life brings us on different path, our friendship will last till the very last breath of mankind. Friends forever...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;P.S. Thank God he'll never read my blog because he'll start saying his favourite line when he receive things like that "GAY!!~"... haha xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people. Love y'all =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-644157688863409704?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/644157688863409704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=644157688863409704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/644157688863409704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/644157688863409704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/07/problem-after-problem.html' title='Problem After Problem...'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-7042564394479175661</id><published>2010-06-21T23:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:27:43.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Especially for You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was supposed to be the day where I changed my attitude, revise and do everything to pick up from where I lost but something unexpected happened. It just totally turned my day 180 degree upside down but it's okay. Although it kinda bothers me but this is life, where the unexpected things happen at the unexpected time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is don't ever regret for what you did cause you did nothing wrong. All I want from you is just to be happy and not feel bad bout what you did or how I feel because there's no point doing so, it'll just make things a lot more worse than it seems. About the thing you're confused with, just forget bout it. After replying you, I kinda think for a moment. What if...? What if...? Then I realise no matter what your reply is, it's not gonna change anything at all. At this point, there's no way turning back because you've already got him and the reason why you felt this way is because you feel bad for destroying my life. Well that's what you think but I don't think it that way, so you're thinking too much. To be honest, I should thank you instead for adding flavours into my life although it's not sweet but its bitter sweet, just like the type of chocolates I love. Remember don't think too much and if you feel I'm avoiding you, there could be two possibilities; you think too much or I'm really avoiding. Just don't bother because sometimes even me myself can't help it. No matter what I'll be by your side and your best friend. It just that I didn't show it outside because of we had gone through so much over the year; lotsa things happened and maybe what you said is true, we offended Miss Cupid and it's pay back time. Here's a song for you, sorry if it's a little old fashion and cheesy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9puBP25Ss60&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9puBP25Ss60&amp;hl=en_US&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;When the road looks rough ahead,&lt;br /&gt;And you're miles and miles from your nice warm bed&lt;br /&gt;You just remember what your old pal said,&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You got troubles,&lt;br /&gt;and I got them too&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anything&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't do for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We stick together, we can see it through&lt;br /&gt;Cause you've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other folks might be a little bit smarter than I am&lt;br /&gt;Bigger and stronger too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but none of them&lt;br /&gt;will ever love you&lt;br /&gt;the way I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's me and you, boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And as the years go by,&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship will never die&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna see it's our destiny&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;P.S. I always read your blog. You're the reason why I take the effort to sign in my blogger account. Well maybe I exaggerate a little. haha =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-7042564394479175661?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/7042564394479175661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=7042564394479175661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7042564394479175661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7042564394479175661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/06/especially-for-you.html' title='Especially for You...'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-5804097221266773490</id><published>2010-06-20T20:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:21:17.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Coming to an End.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Totally unaware of how time flies during my 2 week holidays; it's ending by 12 o'clock tonight. I really thought during this holiday I would be able to pick up the pieces where I left for a long long time and get back to the game. Unfortunately, no. All I did was slacking, spending, eating, hanging out with friends, watching movies singing, mapling and of course sleep less. All I can say is I was enjoying life to the fullest. And speaking bout movies, I've watched 3 movies in just 1 week. Madness, total madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484361006737291506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TBxdRzqUePI/AAAAAAAAAgA/wjskGYJAKtM/s320/Karate_Kid_2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's a nice movie and my favourite qoutation was the conversation between Mr. Han (Jackie Chan) and Dre (Jaden Smith) after Dre was unable to compete in the competition due to his severe leg injury.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mr. Han: You've already accomplished everything you wanted to. Why do you still want to fight?&lt;br /&gt;Dre Parker: Because win or lose, I don't want to be afraid any more. And I'm still afraid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484360992920252578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TBxdRAMFMKI/AAAAAAAAAf4/AQOmca98ScA/s320/A_team_poster_10.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;One of the funniest action movie I've ever watched! I always ended up laughing out loud because it was plain hilarious. Favourite quotation?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Col. John 'Hannibal' Smith: I believe that no matter how random things may appear, there's still a plan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484361014278004930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TBxdSPwKoMI/AAAAAAAAAgI/cPfh0NQkxBc/s320/Toy_Story_3_poster2010.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yes, I went to the cinema for a cartoon. It ain't any cartoon people. It's Toy Story. I'm pretty sure most of us used to love it and watching Toy Story 3 reminds me of my childhood, I believe most of us feel the same way. Heartwarming will be best to describe this movie especially seeing the friendship between Andy and his toys. There's a scene where it made my eyes wet; it was when all of them (Woody, Buzz, Rex, Hamm, Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Potato Head, Jessie, Bulleyes, Slinky Dog) are going to be burnt together with the rubbish in the dumpster and since there's no way out, they hold hands and prepare to meet their fate, together. And the last scene where Andy plays with them for the last time before giving them to a cute little girl named Bonnie was really warm and fuzzy. Really love movies like that =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, since today is the last day of my holiday, I'm currently doing some cleaning in my room of course. If you know me real well, you'll know what am I about to say about room cleaning but I'm not gonna write them down and get myself back to the circle again. No way, I'm gonna do that. It's time to fasten my seat belt and get ready for a tough ride. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Peace out! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-5804097221266773490?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/5804097221266773490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=5804097221266773490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/5804097221266773490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/5804097221266773490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-coming-to-end.html' title='It&apos;s Coming to an End.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TBxdRzqUePI/AAAAAAAAAgA/wjskGYJAKtM/s72-c/Karate_Kid_2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-3132799467904050061</id><published>2010-06-11T13:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T13:26:20.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Wrong With Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally blogged. I was really busy with my life; organising MUET Night and screwing my teenage life with lotsa slacking. I no longer have passion for anything. I was like, "What the hell is wrong with me?" I also realised my blog is no longer uploaded with pictures and happy stuffs. The reason is simple, I'm lazy and I ain't happy. I'm really losing myself and I need someone to pull me out of this place. But while waiting, I'll try not to think too much which can result to me feeling sad out of the sudden and just wannna sleep. I guess I should start picking up the pieces I left on the floor and start all over again. I must be motivated. I must be the old me where life is much happier that way. I'm not sure when can I recover but I hope it will be soon. I'm own my way back, wait for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;P.S. I think the problem to these are my studies and certain things that keep falling in and out. I would like to say, &lt;em&gt;"Please stop. Just let me go...."&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/3887602709022181951-3132799467904050061?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/3132799467904050061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=3132799467904050061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3132799467904050061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3132799467904050061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s Wrong With Me?'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-4006634658045091427</id><published>2010-05-30T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:35:39.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESPECT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ARGHHH!!! I'm sick of people who do not know how to respect others!!! Okay it's my fault for putting a picture of you sleeping on the bus but I already did remove it after you asked me to, in an irritating rude way! I was really annoyed by the way and the words you used when you asked me to bring it down. At first I can bare with it because maybe you're mad but you just keep going on and on with your annoying way of talking. I'm really pissed off with your sickening attitude! It's always okay for you to make fun of me, humiliate me in public by calling names. I wasn't mad at all because we are friends but when it comes to my turn to do what you did to me, you ended got mad of me. WTF is wrong with you huh? Only you can make fun of others and not the other way round? Come on! Learn to grow up. Don't just only expect that you can make joke out of others and not others make joke out of you. Not only I'm angry but I'm feeling stupid for making such a fuss about someone who is extremely naive like you. Here's a song for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4giaKzPTPGE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4giaKzPTPGE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you want,&lt;br /&gt;Baby I got it,&lt;br /&gt;What you need,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I got it...oh,&lt;br /&gt;All I'm asking,&lt;br /&gt;Is for a little Respect,&lt;br /&gt;When you get home...all right...when you get home,&lt;br /&gt;All right now,&lt;br /&gt;Oh your kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Sweeter than honey,&lt;br /&gt;But baby guess what,&lt;br /&gt;So is my money,&lt;br /&gt;And all I want you to do for me is give it to me when you get home,&lt;br /&gt;All right now...when you get home...all right...EVERYBODY!,&lt;br /&gt;R-E-S-P-E-C-T find out what it means to me,&lt;br /&gt;R-E-S-P-E-C-T take care of t-c-b,&lt;br /&gt;ohh...yeah,&lt;br /&gt;A little Respect...all right...On ya feet!,&lt;br /&gt;Re-Re-Re-Re-Respect!...yeah yeah...all right now,&lt;br /&gt;Re-Re-Re-Re-Re-Re-Re-Respect!...oh yeah yeah yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Oh...On ya feet!...I see you!&lt;br /&gt;RESPECT! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;P.S. It seems that my blog has becoming a place for me to unleash my anger!! ARGHH!!! Damn I'm MAD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-4006634658045091427?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/4006634658045091427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=4006634658045091427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/4006634658045091427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/4006634658045091427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/05/respect.html' title='RESPECT!'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-7339760951600789032</id><published>2010-05-21T19:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:22:53.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm stupid. I'm dumb. No, I'm a fool!! What was I thinking all these while? I know that I can be very emotional n get carried away when I'm advising you but that's why when I think everything again, I realised that I got too carried away so I apologised to you and not because I have problems where I need someone as my punching bag. I treat you as my best friend that's why I kept advising you that your attitude is not right and not gonna get you far in life. With your replies like "I dun care ah..I can get my way even if I like dat.." and "In future maybe I won't like dat..." shows that you are naive and really have some serious attitude problem. Being punctual is important and it shows how well your time management is. I have to admit that mine is not good either but yours is worse. Not only you are late but you are making people late as well. I know you're driving them and it's okay for them to wait but sometimes they waited for you so long that they are late for tuition. And sometimes they even missed their tuition just because you couldn't wake up from your nap. When I try to give you reasons why you shouldn't be late like "If you go tuition late then you wouldn't get what teacher has taught earlier. What's the point of going tuition then??", but your reply such as "At least I go for tuition not like somebody don't go for tuition at all..." is getting on my nerves because you sounded absolutely brainless. What izzit gotta do with me not attending tuition classes and you going late for tuition? This really proved that I'm right, you have issues with your attitude, a big one! All you wanna do is giving me excuses and trying to "win" the "debate". What hurted me most this evening was when I was trying to sort things out and clear any misunderstanding that might affect our friendship. Your reply "If this friendship is gonna off, I don't mind because I know the problem is not from me..." really stabbed my heart deeply, killing me. Naive is the best word to use now. Trying to save a friendship that you don't even mind of having it or not is making me feeling silly. I hate myelf for being so attach to friendships and trust anybody so easily once they made it to my friend list. It's over for our friendship. I guess it's time for me to kiss goodbye to people who don't appreciate me!&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/3887602709022181951-7339760951600789032?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/7339760951600789032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=7339760951600789032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7339760951600789032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7339760951600789032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/05/thats-it.html' title='That&apos;s it!'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-2701575720872685750</id><published>2010-05-17T19:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:01:21.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teachers' Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is a day where most students take time to repay their teachers with gifts, food and cards. And as usual, schools will have events in the morning with speeches from the ministry of education and performances by students and some, by teachers. This year is my second time celebrating Teachers' Day in SMK Gajah Berang. I still remember the first where I was sitting right at the back of the hall watching the performances. In my mind I was like "Next year I'm gonna perform." Haha~ and I did. I was assigned as the emcee of the event alongside with my friend, Sofia. We used bahasa as the medium and my favourite part was the performances where we can be informal with the way we talk. We as in the performers and the emcees really made this day unforgettable for the teachers. I sang "If I Ain't Got You" by Alicia Keys and I did something on stage that got some teachers talking. When I was singing one of my teachers came up and gave me a plastic flower. I always have this problem where I dunno how to react when I received flowers besides saying thank you. So I got so into the song when the lines "Some people want it all but I want nothing at all if I ain't got you baby..." I threw the flower away because it's sorta suit the lyrics but the responds were a little mix. Some teachers were laughing maybe because of the drama but some find it offending. So right after my performance, I told the crowd and that particular teacher it was just for drama purposes and not anything offending but after the event, my friend came to me saying there's some teacher saying it's rude of me for doing so. It really spoilt my day so when it's time to announce the telematch's result, I re-explain the whole issue again and my Principal said, "It's ok we understand." Still not satisfied, I went to the teacher that gave me flower, apologised to her and told her I heard some teachers saying it's not a nice thing to do but guess what, she replied "It's okay. I'm not that sensitive. Don't bother what people are gonna say. You can't stop them from talking. At least you apologised and I'm okay with it." Really like her for her understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the class party started, teachers were talking again about me but this time is not that issue but about how well I did on stage-talk, sing, entertain. I was very happy for that but then they started bout talking my homework because before my performance not only I wish every teacher "Happy Teachers' Day" but I also ask for forgiveness for not completing and not submitting my homework on time. So they started joking bout it and they just kept talking bout me (more praises of course xD), making me extremely red that I need to get to another class while they are still busy talking. Haha~ but still I love the praises because they push me to go further and not just stop at this point. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Happy Teachers' Day to all teachers!! Thank you for everything you teachers have done for us. Thank you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-2701575720872685750?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/2701575720872685750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=2701575720872685750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2701575720872685750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2701575720872685750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teachers&apos; Day!!'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-3495810509733167732</id><published>2010-05-15T15:57:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:06:46.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wash, Rinse, Repeat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Found this leaked track of Kelly a few days ago. It's sad that her demos are leaked but I have to say she's someone you wouldn't want to mess with; after listening to her "Wash, Rinse, Repeat". There's speculation saying that it's written to Ryan Tedder who wrote Beyonce's "Halo" and Kelly's "Already Gone" which sounded quite alike and this is a bit of issue last year. Some says it might also written to lash out at the music industry that limited Kelly's self expression when it comes to choosing songs for her album. I also feel that it's written for Ryan and also the music industry because the lyrics are pretty clear that they are written for them. I must say never mess with Miss Kelly because you'll never know what she's gonna write and sing next. There's also some people not liking the song because Kelly Clarkson uses autotune in it, Come on people. It's just effect and we all know that this girl can sing. The usage of autotune is just to make the song sounds more radio friendly and catchy. That's all I have to say. Enjoy the song ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZFQxG2ar2ZA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZFQxG2ar2ZA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wash, Rinse, Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the pressure of new&lt;br /&gt;Gimme old, rip it off&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if it sticks to the wall again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're too dumb to see, see the truth&lt;br /&gt;Give it to 'em, they will never notice&lt;br /&gt;So what's stop, stop, stopping us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;Does it linger in your ear?&lt;br /&gt;Like something you remember from just last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like sweet little lullabies in your ear?&lt;br /&gt;Wash, rinse, and repeat&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I'm originality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be playing God and you can be my (b****)&lt;br /&gt;The only compromise is you get to pick&lt;br /&gt;Which of these formulas is your perfect fit?&lt;br /&gt;Wash, rinse, repeat&lt;br /&gt;Why are you fighting it? (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;Don't get crazy, keep between those lines (we love to)&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we have in mind&lt;br /&gt;We've worked with everyone&lt;br /&gt;Trust us and see&lt;br /&gt;Wash, rinse, and repeat&lt;br /&gt;Wash, rinse, and repeat&lt;br /&gt;Wash, rinse, and repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is (censored) and I'm here to run everything&lt;br /&gt;Spreading like a cancer, I will die and take you all with me&lt;br /&gt;Let you have a little bit while secretly I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;To rip that rug from underneath, can't believe you fell for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music from the past, from the present, well, just last week&lt;br /&gt;We will change a note and get away with it (wait and see)&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think that we've changed, like an addict&lt;br /&gt;We sweep right back in with a dose of reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be playing God and you can be my (b****)&lt;br /&gt;The only compromise is you get to pick&lt;br /&gt;Which of these formulas is your perfect fit?&lt;br /&gt;Wash, rinse, repeat&lt;br /&gt;Why are you fighting it? (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;Don't get crazy, keep between those lines (we love to)&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we have in mind&lt;br /&gt;We've worked with everyone&lt;br /&gt;Trust us and see&lt;br /&gt;Wash, rinse, and repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash, rinse, and repeat&lt;br /&gt;Wash, rinse, and repeat&lt;br /&gt;Wash, rinse, and repeat&lt;br /&gt;Wash, rinse, and repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The definition of insanity is to repeat the same thing, over and over, expecting a different result&lt;br /&gt;I'm insane (I'm insane)&lt;br /&gt;Just wash, rinse, and repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be playing God and you can be my (b****)&lt;br /&gt;The only compromise is you get to pick&lt;br /&gt;Which of these formulas is your perfect fit?&lt;br /&gt;Wash, rinse, repeat&lt;br /&gt;Why are you fighting it? (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;Don't get crazy, keep between those lines (we love to)&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we have in mind&lt;br /&gt;We've worked with everyone&lt;br /&gt;Trust us and see&lt;br /&gt;Wash, rinse, and repeat&lt;br /&gt;Wash, rinse, repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love this song (everybody can do it)&lt;br /&gt;This song is the most amazing song that you have ever heard (it's easy)&lt;br /&gt;(Anybody can do it, and I mean anybody)&lt;br /&gt;This song is completely different from that other song, that sounds exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is, yes it is, yes it is, yes it is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-3495810509733167732?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/3495810509733167732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=3495810509733167732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3495810509733167732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3495810509733167732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/05/wash-rinse-repeat.html' title='Wash, Rinse, Repeat.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-7584686551283513814</id><published>2010-05-11T04:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T05:09:06.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of Lower Form 6.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was the first day of school for lower six students. Since I'm in Persatuan AJK INDUK (sorta form 6 union kinda thing), I'm assigned to do Ice Breaking for them. All I do for the past one hour in the hall yesterday morning was talk, talk and talk!! haha~ Talked really much and I tried to make them sit in groups to start knowing each other, meeting new friends and breaking down their ego, which was the main goal of the teachers for this segment. Looking at them reminds me of my first day in GBS. I was thrilled but at the same time feeling lonely in school because most of my friends are not there and I'm the only guy from my school, studying Form 6. Although Angeline, S.Ling and S.Yi were there but we were seated separately where guys sit one side and girls sit the other side. So I was really bored and lonely but luckily for now, I'm no longer feeling the same way because I've found tonnes of great friends around me hehe. This new batch of form six are very lucky to have ice breaking because during my first day in GBS, we do not have anything like this. Haha~ Well, I'm sure it was a success because I received a post on my fb wall from a lower six student saying that they had fun and we did a great job. Haha~ Happy to know they enjoyed it ^^.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-7584686551283513814?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/7584686551283513814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=7584686551283513814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7584686551283513814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7584686551283513814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/05/1st-day-of-lower-form-6.html' title='1st Day of Lower Form 6.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-8773571365694356526</id><published>2010-05-08T00:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T01:07:15.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Therapy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here I go again, repeating the same mistake everyday without failing. This time is not slacking by not completing homework or not revising for the exam but it's something I'll always do when I switched on my computer. Login to facebook to update myself with the latest news is not what I'm referring. Let me reveal the secret that nobody knows-I always login to my blogger account, hoping there's a new post on her blog. There I have admitted it. I've been doing this since the very first day I know the existence of her blog. Yes, I know I'm acting crazy but I just couldn't stop myself. Sometimes I just couldn't look at her because I don't want to think so much but I failed most of the time. Seeing her smiling or laughing just melt my heart so I try to refrain myself from looking at her. Now she got a boyfriend and I'm pretending I'm okay with it is getting sicker by the day. I don't hate them but I just don't wanna see either one of them. Not because I hate them but when I see them especially her, I feel extremely uneasy and there's some kinda weird feeling going on within me. And whenever I hear "The Show" and "Knock Knock", I'll think of her. Argh!!! How can I get out of this mess? Well I hope by typing them out will help like it used to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't worry bout me. I'm fine. Just wanna blurt everything out so that I'll feel better like I used to after blogging =)&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/3887602709022181951-8773571365694356526?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/8773571365694356526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=8773571365694356526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/8773571365694356526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/8773571365694356526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/05/self-therapy.html' title='Self Therapy.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-8330228039120678745</id><published>2010-05-02T17:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:38:55.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Something For You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm tired. Tired of scolding, reprimanding and babbling. I just want you to know that your attitude is not right and this is not the first time you have done this kinda silly mistake. Your words have not only hurt me deeply but also our friendship. I know what you have said might seem harmless to you but to me, they show how you really think of me and what kinda person you are. From now onwards, not only will I refrain from talking to you, I will try to stay away from you and your life. Goodbye for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;P.S. Dear readers, please do not ask who am I referring to directly in public. I do not want non readers to know anything about this. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;LC&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/3887602709022181951-8330228039120678745?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/8330228039120678745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=8330228039120678745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/8330228039120678745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/8330228039120678745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/05/heres-something-for-you.html' title='Here&apos;s Something For You...'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-1786281693950988876</id><published>2010-04-28T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:32:31.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to Kelly's Concert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been a really long and tiring journey I have gone through last weekend to just see my idol in person. The details are too long and difficult to be explained through words and I'm just too lazy and tired to type out every single thing in words. All I can say is that the concert is superb and as usual, Kelly sounds extremely good performing live. Her stage presence is amazing. She can jump and sing at the same time without any disturbance to her vocal. Her pipes are truly remarkable, as if they are made of steels. The way she connects to her audience especially her voice is what I envy most. She can just touch you the minute she starts singing, I wish I can do that. God has really given her a valuable gift and thank God she has made good use of it. I'm really missing her concert since she left the stage of Bukit Jalil National Stadium at 10.10PM. The sad part of this journey is that I have no chance to meet her and take a photo with her. Seriously wanted to do that since I know she's coming to Malaysia. I can't even take pictures during the concert because my camera was temporarily confiscated and btw we are not allow to take any pictures nor recording during the show but there are some people who did take awesome pictures and now I'm trying my very best to get them from the owner. Wish me luck =). The best part of this journey is I get to hang out with Flyfm's crew and DJ like Jules, Hunny, Karalyn, Adam boy, Cleo's Bachelor 42 and the experience on Flyfm's Kelly Clarkson Party bus is something I will not forget for the rest of my life. Sorry for the pictures and videos taken on the bus and throughout the journey are not uploaded because my life is getting busier by the day but I'll share with you guys once I have the time. Not really sure gonna do that or not but I'll try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. YKS, I kinda hate you just for today. What you showed me on fb is getting me again ==" . Argh!!! But I think I'll get over it just like I used to...&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/3887602709022181951-1786281693950988876?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/1786281693950988876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=1786281693950988876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1786281693950988876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1786281693950988876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/04/journey-to-kellys-concert.html' title='Journey to Kelly&apos;s Concert.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-7554089091078651179</id><published>2010-04-21T21:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:19:13.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th Melody Music Competition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was the competition I was mentioning in the previous post. It's an annual singing competition organised by SMK Gajah Berang. Out of 38 contestants, 8 were chosen to the finals and on the very same day, it was held together with another competition, Chlorophyll, an annual song composing competition and this year is the 14th year since the first was held. It started at 1pm but for Melody was around 4.30pm and I was contestant number 6. I was extremely nervous not because I'm gonna sing but I'm worried of my band members cause we never really practise with my bassist before because he always has something to do when we go for jamming. Even though he's a very experienced guitarist but I'm just afraid something might go wrong. I sorta have post-traumatic experience with using instruments as my backing track because I had twice already where they play wrong stuff and it sorta ruined my performance but to make things clear I don't blame them. We are all humans and we all make mistakes. Although I was unhappy bout my performance, I always tell myself there's always a next time, I'll do better next time and I learnt something. It's all about experience and from there we grow. After 5 years of failure, finally I won! Never in my life I dream of winning a singing competition. So it was like a dream come true for me. It was so overwhelming and I couldn't control my emotion. It was kinda embarrassing to do that on stage because it's not really a big thing;it's just a minor competition but to me it's more than that. I've worked so hard for it and finally it pays off. I'm really happy and when I look back, not only I see victory but also the love and support from my friends which are absolutely priceless and far more valuable than the victory. Really glad to have them as my friends. Thank you so much....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;P.S. This is just the beginning and I still have much to learn....&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/3887602709022181951-7554089091078651179?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/7554089091078651179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=7554089091078651179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7554089091078651179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7554089091078651179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/04/7th-melody-music-competition.html' title='7th Melody Music Competition.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-6403744061536484454</id><published>2010-04-18T02:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T02:45:26.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Before The Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow's the day. It's like finally because it has been postponed too many times. You might wondering what the hell am I saying. Haha~ It's actually a singing competition I participated a few weeks ago, I think almost a month ago. Yeah, it's that long (nodding my head). This time I'm using something different from my previous competitions except for the unplugged competition. I'm using a full band for my song and my guitarists really give me headache and heartache. They had lotsa conflicts and I'm stuck in between them. Really tired of their drama and finally finalised the whole arrangement just now and tomorrow is the competition. Haha~ Hopefully everything goes smoothly. Really wanna sing the song well and win or lose is another factor. I just wanna realise my dream to sing Already Gone with a live band and I did it. Really have to thank my friends for helping me. Love you guys! You guys rock! I think I need to get enough rest for now and be in tip top condition for tomorrow. Deep down inside I still wanna win but this time I really hope I could but if I don't is okay because I know my capability and there's always a next time. So it all depends on luck now... hehe~ so wish me luck! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-6403744061536484454?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/6403744061536484454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=6403744061536484454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6403744061536484454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6403744061536484454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-before-day.html' title='A Day Before The Day...'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-9186208702490552577</id><published>2010-04-16T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:19:16.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can barely write no more and it's like I can't make a perfect sentence without sounding empty, stupid and pointless. I just couldn't express myself like I used to and my blog is getting dull by the day which is so obvious when almost most of the recent post are titled "random" and sometimes does not have any suitable title. What's wrong with me? Where the hell is the old me who has no problem in expressing himself? Where are you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-9186208702490552577?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/9186208702490552577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=9186208702490552577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/9186208702490552577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/9186208702490552577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/04/missing-me.html' title='Missing Me...'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-8753607087535526673</id><published>2010-04-12T00:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:13:38.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally said what I've been suppressing for quite sometime. Feel so much lighter. No more chains, no more padlocks, no more cage. Just me feeling relieve. Really like this feeling. It's like standing in the middle of a green field with nothing but the sound of nature. But could it be the numbness is the one that I'm feeling? I'm kinda confused but no matter it's freedom or numbness, as long as I can breathe, it doesn't matter at all. Don't worry, I'm stronger than you think I am. Just wanna let you know we can be like we used to be. I will try no matter how hard it could be to just make it just like old times. Time. Gimme some time and everything will be back to normal. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Almost Here now. Just suddenly thought of listening to this song. The lyrics are quite nice and meaning. It's also the main song of my drama for MUET Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/75qRWdz5mfw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/75qRWdz5mfw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Almost Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Did I hear you right?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I thought you said&lt;br /&gt;"Let's think it over"&lt;br /&gt;You have been my life&lt;br /&gt;And I never planned growing old without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows bleeding through the light&lt;br /&gt;Where the love once shined so bright&lt;br /&gt;Came without a reason&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go on us tonight&lt;br /&gt;Love's not always black and white&lt;br /&gt;Why haven't I always loved you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delta: Oh when I need you,&lt;br /&gt;You're almost here&lt;br /&gt;And I know that's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm with you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm close to tears,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're only almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I would change the world,&lt;br /&gt;If I had a chance,&lt;br /&gt;Oh won't you let me&lt;br /&gt;Treat me like a child&lt;br /&gt;Throw your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please, protect me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: Bruised and battered by your words,&lt;br /&gt;Dazed and shattered, now it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Haven't I always loved you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delta: But when I need you,&lt;br /&gt;You're almost here&lt;br /&gt;And I know that's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm with you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm close to tears,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're only almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delta: Oooooh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: Bruised and battered by your words,&lt;br /&gt;Dazed and shattered, now it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Haven't I always loved you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delta: But when I need you,&lt;br /&gt;You're almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Well, I never knew how far behind I left you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delta: And when I hold you,&lt;br /&gt;You're almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Well I'm sorry that I took our love for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: And now I'm with you, I'm close to tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: 'Cause I know I'm almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: Only almost here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-8753607087535526673?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/8753607087535526673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=8753607087535526673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/8753607087535526673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/8753607087535526673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally-said-what-ive-been-suppressing.html' title='Clear...'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-6533896602155430445</id><published>2010-04-10T00:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T01:38:45.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R@nd0M...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a week for me and even though I practically did nothing, it's a tough week. I have tonnes of tasks waiting for me to do and yet I got so distracted and disturbed by my emotion. I am all over the place. I can't concentrate in class. When I got home I feel so sick of everything except for singing. Just so you know, I'm going to perform another favourite song of mine, Behind These Hazel Eyes by my idol, Kelly Clarkson on Saturday (10/04/2010). Really connected to this song lately where something is back and has been bothering me for the entire week. Sigh~ I really thought it was gone but I guess I was wrong. I know I'll get better over time and hopefully that time comes real fast because I hated every second of this. And speaking bout my studies, I'm drowning each day and I think by the time Mid Year Examination is here, I will be dead. Seriously I have been wasting time and I tend to procrastinate my work. That word is in me for a long time and I really have to buckle up this time and get myself ready for the final challenge at the end of this year. I have to constantly reminding myself what is more important rather than to just waste my time like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FONG!!! PLEASE CONCENTRATE AND DON'T LET ANYTHING DISTRACT YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;P.S. This is some kinda therapy for myself and also a way to motivate myself. Though it's not very effective but I always hope it will work someday...&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/3887602709022181951-6533896602155430445?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/6533896602155430445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=6533896602155430445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6533896602155430445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6533896602155430445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/04/rnd0m.html' title='R@nd0M...'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-5058814482106201994</id><published>2010-04-05T02:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T03:06:22.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have always wanted to know what people are saying and thinking especially about me. It's not that I'm self-centered but I just wish to know what kinda person am I in others' eyes. When I got to know what people got to say, I was really uneasy and mostly sad. But I just keep thinking over and over again and analyse what I did wrong. And yes, I did wrong and these problems have already existed since last time and usually happened on people who are close with me. I'm really glad that they told me bout how they felt today because I get the chance to know myself better. But one thing for sure, I've been very mean to them. Really sorry for what I did. Form 6 really gave me a lot of invaluable things-friendships and lessons. I've really grown a lot compared to the me a few years back. I'm not sure whether these changes in me are good or not because I'm not really as optismistic and happy as I was but this new me no longer care bout whether did my best friends tell me anything, let it be something common or their personal stuffs. That was how I measure our friendship and I was foolish. I'm just being too sensitive and treating friendships like a typical woman. No offense to you girls out there but there is this qoute saying &lt;em&gt;"Men kick friendship around like a football and it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it falls to pieces "&lt;/em&gt;. Haha~ I guess I should really start kicking them right away. Haha~ I was damn silly but it's never to late to realise it and start changing, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-5058814482106201994?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/5058814482106201994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=5058814482106201994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/5058814482106201994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/5058814482106201994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/04/silly-me.html' title='Silly Me...'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-2115676036959715789</id><published>2010-03-28T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T00:17:40.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeap... It's time for me to be serious on my studies. I really meant it this time. Finally found a perfect spot to study besides SKE which is currently closed for unknown reasons. MUET is coming real soon and I ought to do something in order to secure myself with a Band 5 or better yet, the ultimate goal, Band 6. It seems impossible but I'll give it a try. No harm for trying. Not to frighten others but Mid Year Examination is coming before we are gonna realise it and only left 6 or 7 weeks before it. I really wish I could get better grades this time. Even though for this first monthly test my results are better than last year, it's just because we were tested for a few chapters and yet I failed 3 subjects. Luckily my CGPA has increased from a perfect 1.0 to 1.58;although it's not a lot but there's still improvement and hopefully this will push me even further to get better pointer for this coming exam. The thing I'm lacking is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;discipline&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and determination. I must really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;focus&lt;/span&gt; to achieve what I want and I will get what I want. I'm getting lazier by the minute and before my future is really ruin by my actions, I must strengthen my determination and work my ass off. So does my diet plan. Haha~ my health is so not gonna be good if I keep practising unhealthy lifestyles. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Determination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is what I need for now. I know I can do it. I must constantly remind myself about my goals and never ever drifted off the right track again. Must never give up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Sometimes it's hard to accept the truth especially when your heart wants the impossibles to happen...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-2115676036959715789?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/2115676036959715789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=2115676036959715789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2115676036959715789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2115676036959715789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s About Time...'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-2906939315842442200</id><published>2010-03-20T04:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T04:30:30.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Empty. That was what I was feeling but after having 4 egg sandwiches, everything seems different. Haha~ food is always the best comforter if you can neglect the side effect if you get what I mean. Thanks people to even bother to ask me why when I posted it on facebook. Really appreciates it but I just can't explain why am I feeling empty. And again it's not about love. That I'm pretty sure so don't try to spread any rumours again. Haha~ I've just been thinking a lot this afternoon. About the past, present and future. Trust me, thinking too much and in detail is not really fun especially when everything isn't perfect. I know I sounded like a spoilt rich plastic but I don't really enjoy imperfection especially in my life. Haha~ I know I'm a psycho-perfection-seeker and I'm trying very hard to not be one. Just maybe sometimes things get out of hand so yeah I'll go all emo/crazy or what so ever :). Maybe Heiji's right, I think it's the hormones driving that are me nuts. Haha~ but anyway after writing them down. I sure do feel a lot better. My eyes are gonna shut pretty fast, can't take it anymore. Adios amigos~ :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-2906939315842442200?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/2906939315842442200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=2906939315842442200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2906939315842442200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2906939315842442200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/03/random.html' title='random....'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-2741133791883534379</id><published>2010-03-17T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:07:51.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R@nd0M.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just auditioned for Melody (an annual singing competition held by GBS) yesterday and thank God that I get into the finals. Kinda excited but I was not really that happy. I always have &lt;em&gt;Susan Boyle moment&lt;/em&gt; if you get what I mean. One of the judges said, "I was kinda surprised when you opened your mouth...." Haha~ Of course I handle this situation with a laugh but deep down inside there is this kinda strange feeling. I can't blame anyone but myself for this matter. But I'll see what I can do bout this. Anyway, yesterday I went to Old Town to study and I've just realize I know very little and yet time is running out. I was kinda worried and scared but I just have to stop thinking and more action should be taken. No point worrying with no actions taken. I gonna work my ass off towards my 2010 resolutions and this time I'm gonna ensure their are achieved. This year is gonna be my year....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-2741133791883534379?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/2741133791883534379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=2741133791883534379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2741133791883534379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2741133791883534379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/03/rnd0m_17.html' title='R@nd0M.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-2903790050812801294</id><published>2010-03-13T02:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T02:31:47.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R@nd0M</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm feeling sad now. Sick of myself and things around me. I have to admit when something goes wrong, I'll be more irrational than I am. Arghhh! Why must life be so difficult for me? I know I'm a very fussy person and I can't stop nagging, complaining or whatsoever you call it when I face something I can't take it. I'm wearing my heart on my sleeves too much already and it's taking its toll. I totally forgot bout the candies theory by my school counsellor. It's to late to change what has done and I need to bare it in mind that I must not ever ever repeat them anymore. It's time to stop this selfdestruction. I don't think I can handle them anymore. They have to go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This post is not for me to bash anyone or trying to continue whatever left halfway. The purpose of it is to let me write them out rather than just keeping to myself or telling a few because writing them down really makes me feel better...&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/3887602709022181951-2903790050812801294?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/2903790050812801294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=2903790050812801294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2903790050812801294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2903790050812801294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='R@nd0M'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-1750728888438094249</id><published>2010-03-08T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:40:15.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Monthly Test in 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual, doing last minute revision but this time is getting worse. I'm becoming more passimistic than ever. The more I study the more I felt that I'm not gonna make it and might as well I give up. I know I shouldn't be doing that but it just has its way to slip into my mind while I'm trying to study. Sigh~ To be honest, my grades has been dropping since Form 4 and now it's gonna reach a point that is so low that nobody can sees it. I hate it because not only it's an embarrassment to me but also to my family and friends. But I think I can make it, overcome my laziness and strive till I reach the top. Lately I also found out that I'm getting lazier to blog already and I kept lotsa things to myself rather than spilling it out or blog bout it. For example the sports day, I was very happy bout it and it's the first time in my life that enjoy sports day soo much. Psss, tell you something. My leg were cramped on that day and no, it's not because I was participating in any event but I was just cheering for my teammates. When I think bout it, I'll laugh because I can't imagine how silly I was. Haha~ I really proud of everyone who participated especially in running. It takes lotsa courage to run and it's okay to get last because you are brave enough to participate even though you know you are not a good runner. At least you give it a try. Hmmm...I'm feeling extremely tired and I don't feel like reading anymore. I guess I have to give it a try and mark my words, this is gonna be the last time I do this kinda silly last minute study. I do not wish to repeat the same mistake ever again. Only a fool will insist of repeating the same mistake and I've been that fool for many years, it's time to change, to grow to be a better person. Before I end this post, there's something I would like to share with you guys even though I'm not sure whether are there people gonna read this. Love is in the air in my school and a friend of mine just decided it's time to let go of her even though they didn't officially started. The reason why I said officially because they are acting couples; talking in the middle of the night, play games on facebook, jealous each other when there's stranger added them in facebook. I just feel that now is not the time to focus too much on this kinda relationship but for those who made it happen is good and should keep it up but to those who fail, try channel your sadness to stuff that are more important especially studies. For me, I'm very successful at it. Hehe~ not to brag bout it but I'm not thinking bout this kinda thing right now because I realise that many of my peers are dying to get into a relationship. I have better things to do now. I wanna get good grades and I wanna sing and perform more often. I really wanna be able to sing well and with more emotion. I would do anything to be able to do that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Anyway, that's lotsa craps written and if you've survived till here, I'm pretty amaze..haha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Peace out!&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/3887602709022181951-1750728888438094249?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/1750728888438094249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=1750728888438094249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1750728888438094249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1750728888438094249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/03/1st-monthly-test.html' title='1st Monthly Test in 2010.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-2776653439614010640</id><published>2010-03-03T03:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T03:14:34.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R@ND0M~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lately, I'm struggling for what I want in life again. Everything I see revolves around it or has some sort of relation to it. It's really disturbing sometimes because it seems impossible and barely reachable. It's like waiting for the cows to fly or anything like that. But thank you to a friend of mine who just said something that clear up all these distrations and stopping me to continue thinking of it. He told me to settle things in the present first before I think about what I want in the future. I've forgotten bout and laziness is really getting me. I should really do something before I regret for the rest of my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-2776653439614010640?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/2776653439614010640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=2776653439614010640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2776653439614010640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2776653439614010640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/03/rnd0m.html' title='R@ND0M~'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-8019558329235059897</id><published>2010-02-27T01:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T01:39:23.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Feeling so hyped now. Haha~ Today's performance was just okay because the crowd was not a lot at 6 something. Most people reached there around 7PM and my performance started at 6.40PM. It's so awkward to jump on the stage and asked the crowd to clap when there are no respond. Haha~ but I think the singing part was good but need more practise. Anyway, wat's over is over. Let us move on :) Tomorrow or technically today, I'm gonna perform again. At first I wasn't really into this because I think I have no time to study and yada yada but after performing few hours ago, I feel satisfied and contented and wanna do it more. Singing and performing are really things that makes me happy. I really wish I can do that more often. Just so you know, I'm learning to sing Wonderwall by Oasis and hopefully I will be able to sing it in a few hours. Stand By Me is ready already and now left this song. I really wish I could memorized the lyrics and sing it cuz I'm just so excited to perform. Haha~ Gotta go listen to that song millions of time before I sleep. Toodle peeps~ :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-8019558329235059897?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/8019558329235059897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=8019558329235059897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/8019558329235059897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/8019558329235059897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/02/hyped.html' title='Excited :)'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-838253117332126447</id><published>2010-02-25T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:34:26.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Drama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life has been very mean to me lately. I'm burdened with tons of tasks and my life is a mess. Nothing seems right from the beginning of this CNY. Kinda sick of everything I see or do. Really dunno wat to say and I really need to do something to get my carefree and blissful life back. It seems that drama never fails to "impress" me. Frankly speaking, I'm not a good fighter and I'm a quiter. What a loser right? I'm quiting my tuitions and I'm sick of performing. I just feel that I need to do something on my studies. I need some time for myself and not for others. I've been doing that for quite some time already. I need to get my hands on the steering. It has been drifted off for a few years already and I do not wish it continues to go its own way without the driver. And I've been a very useless friend and I'm really sorry for what I did. Arghhh!! I hate myself....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-838253117332126447?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/838253117332126447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=838253117332126447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/838253117332126447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/838253117332126447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-more-drama.html' title='No More Drama.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-3185596901576229488</id><published>2010-02-21T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:35:11.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2010 CNY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, finally some quite time for myself. I've been extremely busy for the past 2 weeks. First week was all about shopping for CNY and the second week which is the best part of the year, holidays, visiting relatives and friends and collecting "blessings". I have been visiting people for the whole week and it's like everyday I'll be at somebody's place. Very busy but fun at the same time. The best memories I had for this week was in Yau Xiang's house. The minute I stepped into his living room, I was like a little kid got into a candy shop and started pointing here and there in excitement. You may find this strange but he has the similar couch as mine, similar shower heater, similar fan, similar storeroom door function, similar stairs handle as my grams and same taman as my aunt. Haha~ so I was like, "Hey, my ... has that!", "Hey, my ...has those!". I hope I don't annoy him. Haha~ St, yks and I stayed at his till 5AM, we did some "bussiness" till 3AM and FYI, I lost 100+ this year. It's sad at first but after awhile I think it's ok because money can be earned or gotten easily. Well maybe for me because I have lotsa way to get money. Haha~ Anyway, the most important thing is the joy you get while playing. Okay, back to the story, we stopped at 3AM and we started talking. Lotsa jaw dropping gossip and interesting facts. Haha~ Really had a blast there. I wish we can do that more often. Conclusion for this year's CNY, it's hectic and really enjoying. Even though I neglected lotsa crucial stuff, I still think it's worth it. Now I no longer cram all my things to be done at once and I've managed to settle things one at a time so I'm not that stressed out anymore. Thanks to my mum. She's a genius. Learnt a lot from her. Haha~ really messy sial this post. It's like steamboat; everything chunk into a pot. Haha~ Klah ppl. GTG. Wanna rest more. Homework have to wait d cuz I'm too tired to complete them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. People please do not follow my laziness...haha&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/3887602709022181951-3185596901576229488?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/3185596901576229488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=3185596901576229488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3185596901576229488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3185596901576229488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-2010-cny.html' title='My 2010 CNY.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-6937483283796230665</id><published>2010-02-14T01:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:37:24.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R@ND0M.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally kinda settled the gathering issue and left only a few easier tasks to be completed. Phew~ Reunion dinner this year was nothing different than previous year but I tried white wine. It tastes less bitter than the red one and yes, I don't really like bitter stuff XP. Haha but white wine kinda tastes good &gt;&lt;. Chinese New Year is here and the mood is kinda here already. Kinda excited for tomorrow where I'll visit my relatives. It'll take almost half a day and it has become a routine for my family every CNY and I just love it even more this year because I'm gonna wear what I bought after 8 days of shopping consecutively. Shocked? Yeah, me either.... Nothing much to babble for today and gonna sleep soon I guess if I don't feel like watching movie. Buh-bye everyone. Happy Chinese New Year and Happy Valentine's Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;P.S. Don't eat too much people. Drink more water. Take care...&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/3887602709022181951-6937483283796230665?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/6937483283796230665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=6937483283796230665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6937483283796230665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6937483283796230665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/02/rnd0m_14.html' title='R@ND0M.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-5491066746282446637</id><published>2010-02-13T01:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T01:46:04.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUICKY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally I got time to blog again. I was very busy with my shopping spree for CNY clothes. I've been shopping for 5 days consecutively and it's wearing me off. No homework completed, money spent like it's renewable, time wasted as if it's I can buy more time, not enough rest, preparation for CNY's Night, MUET Night, Youth Anniversary Concert; none of them is ready, and list goes on and on; I won't be able to type all of them out because it'll take ages for me to done typing them. I feel very stressed out and I'm worried sick that I can't handle them well. I'm afraid I might breakdown and what's worse is that maybe I'll go cuckoo and start to run around naked. But I'm glad finally I'm done shopping and I think I need a good sleep and list out what I should do first systematically so that I won't miss out anything important. GTG peeps. Good night.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thank you to you guys who had accompanied me in my shopping spree especially Wen Chiang. I really feel like hugging you.... (omg =.=")&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/3887602709022181951-5491066746282446637?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/5491066746282446637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=5491066746282446637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/5491066746282446637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/5491066746282446637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/02/quicky_13.html' title='QUICKY.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-2820473069894492625</id><published>2010-02-07T01:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T01:46:11.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R@ND0M</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chinese New year is coming and my annual clothes hunting just began. And again, as usual, the feeling of depressed and upset in the fitting room is always the same issue every year. Well maybe I should say it's getting "bigger" every year. I really hate myself sometimes (okay, it may seem I always do but just sometimes I feel that way...). My determination and will are not strong enough. They are very easily brought down and the after math really is taking its toll. Walked around Dataran Pahlawan today and buy nothing. Wasn't really in the mood after seeing myself in the mirror in the fiiting room. Sigh~ I'm expanding constantly and my self-esteem is getting lower each time I look at myself in the mirror, pictures or videos. Really should lose some weight (some I mean A LOT) because its not really helping and it might affect my health if I continue my journey to XXXXL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-2820473069894492625?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/2820473069894492625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=2820473069894492625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2820473069894492625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2820473069894492625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/02/rnd0m.html' title='R@ND0M'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-1512696817247997535</id><published>2010-02-02T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:29:16.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quicky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been awhile since my last post. A lot of things have happened since then. It just seem like yesterday was the first day of school but without realising it, a month is over. Not much progress on my studies yet. Kinda sad bout it. Wasted a month not doing my homework or study. Sigh~ How on earth am I gonna survive Form 6? I really wonder. But one thing for sure, I'll make sure I won't break that promise, well maybe I should say those promises. I will try even harder starting from now on. Just so you know, life in Sc3 is getting better by the seconds. Everything seems to be happening for a reason and most of them fall at the right place and time. I can see what's planned for me and I'll continue walking on this path, hoping for the best ^^. Anyway, I'm feeling kinda thrill today because my friend told me that there's another concert at the end of this month. He was asking me to be the vocalist of his band again and this time I get to sing what I want. Cheers for me ^^ !!! Haha~ Can't imagine how my life would be if I can't sing. hehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out (^^.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/3887602709022181951-1512696817247997535?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/1512696817247997535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=1512696817247997535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1512696817247997535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1512696817247997535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/02/quicky.html' title='Quicky.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-66517273348455335</id><published>2010-01-22T06:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T01:49:33.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oopsie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Great. Just screwed up my practice by not attending them. I was sleeping like a log and I couldn't hear my phone ringing. Slept at 6.15PM and woke up at 1.35AM. Missed Maths tuition and the practice. Feel so bad man after seeing the 10 missed calls and 5 sms in my phone. I was like dead for the last 7 hours. And I've stayed awake till now and going to shower soon before I go to school. Wondering how is he gonna react in school and I have no bloody idea how to look them in the eyes when I talk to them. Sigh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;P.S. Seriously need to change the skin of this blog. Getting sick of it already....&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/3887602709022181951-66517273348455335?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/66517273348455335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=66517273348455335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/66517273348455335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/66517273348455335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/01/oopsie.html' title='Oopsie...'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-5755778291214713248</id><published>2010-01-21T17:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T06:16:18.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me + My Big Mouth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh~ I am so dumb. I can't filter what I gotta say before I say it out. When I think of something, I'll just blurt it out without any second thought. Stupid right? So I did something really wrong today and after pondering on the matter, I just realise it's something like betrayal. I was just trying to frolic and sorta tease my friend during English lesson by putting him into hot soup because I know my teacher is someone who you can joke with and she has very high EQ. I'm really sorry for what I did. He wasn't scolded or reprimanded by my English teacher but maybe he feels I'm not a good friend because I sorta betray him. I really didn't mean to do anything like that and again I'm sorry for what I've said to tease you. I promise not to crack these kinda silly jokes anymore and if I do, I ensure I'll slap myself real hard. Thanks for forgiving me. Really appreciate it. I'm so sorry I have to blog it out because I'm a very sentimental person. The feelings I got it's uncontrollable and I will have the feelings for quite some time. And this kinda guilty feeling is not good or fun and the only way for me to feel better is to blog it here. Write in out and the next day I'll be okay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know you don't like me to keep saying sorry because it reminds you of the incident but I can't help it because I'm extremely sentimental but after this post I won't do anything reckless or remind you of the incidents ever again.&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/3887602709022181951-5755778291214713248?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/5755778291214713248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=5755778291214713248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/5755778291214713248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/5755778291214713248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-my-big-mouth.html' title='Me + My Big Mouth.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-146395540500448807</id><published>2010-01-17T11:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:30:35.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odio que me gustas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nous ne sommes pas comme nous avions l'habitude d'être. Non cantano più insieme o anche a parlare. Conocido es la palabra o debo utilizar extraños. Je suis tout simplement que chaque fois que je vous parle, vous ne serez pas vraiment dans la conversation et il semble que vous n'aimez pas à me parler plus. Sono davvero fastidioso che a voi? ¿Estás enojado conmigo? Ai-je faire quelque chose qui vous irrite? Mi sensación es tan mezclado, tan confundido. Dès que je te hais, il me fait mal en profondeur. Questo è il motivo per cui non voglio che sappiate che ho una cotta per te, perché ho paura che non saranno più amici. Desde que sé que como tú, sé que no se llegó a estar juntos y yo sólo quiero ser tu amigo. Plus qu'une amie rien de bien, si possible, le meilleur ami mais je suppose que cela n'arrivera jamais. Argh! Sono così arrabbiato con me stesso. ¿Por qué tengo que caer para usted? Pourquoi dois-je vous aime tant? Ho provato molto difficile da dimenticare che, a lasciarti andare e io ho pensato che ho fatto, ma mi sbagliavo. He estado haciendo a mí mismo muy ocupado con mi vida y trato de no pensar en ti, y supuestamente para ser muy exitoso, pero es sólo que cuando hablo con usted, sus acciones sólo que te odie. Vous haïssent encore plus si c'est de me faire mal beaucoup. Odio davvero che quanto mi piaci. Realmente me ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P.S. Peut-être qu'il a raison. Peut-être que je ne le traite pas vraiment comme un ami.&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/3887602709022181951-146395540500448807?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/146395540500448807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=146395540500448807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/146395540500448807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/146395540500448807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/01/odio-que-me-gustas.html' title='Odio que me gustas.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-2839045296186232597</id><published>2010-01-14T04:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T04:20:46.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote to be Remembered.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Don't get influenced by him. He already got kicked out of Sc2 and yet he doesn't want to do his homework...." It is still echoing in my mind. I'm not mad for it but it just made me realise I'm not really doing a good job in Form 6. I've been wasting my time. Although some might find this quote offensive, it's true and I don't blame anyone but myself. Felt really guilty and finally I did my homework. Haha~ did 2 essays, PA and English. One more English essay to go and tons of Maths homework to do. I guess I won't be sleeping today and hopefully I can keep myself awake in class. I can't sleep too much. There are countless of things for me to complete. For instances, practising piano, preparation for my performance for some youth  events, revisions to be started, and many more. I have confidence to finish up all the tasks. Haha~ anyway, gotta go. Peace out! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-2839045296186232597?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/2839045296186232597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=2839045296186232597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2839045296186232597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2839045296186232597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote-to-be-remembered.html' title='A Quote to be Remembered.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-942822987754131402</id><published>2010-01-12T21:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:51:35.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Clear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess time has fully healed me from my sorrows. Life doesn't seem that hard anymore and my surroundings are beginning to fill its colour. Thank you to whoever had tried their best to cheeer me, to let me know that I still have you guys, standing by me. Even though my studies have no much improvement but I think I should keep on trying. I believe if I keep trying, I'll see a change for sure. And I've already got the courage to step into Science 2 without feeling weird or anything. I guess I've learnt to accept the fact and move on with it. I will still be a part of Sc2 and of course Sc3 is also a part of me. I'm loving every second there! I'm not as stressed out as I used to when I'm in Sc2 maybe because teachers are not teaching that fast anymore or maybe I'm more focus now when lessons are conducted. Haha~ I've totally forgotten bout my principle, life is too short to be wasted. I shouldn't have waste my time feeling sad for what had happened. What's in the past is gone and forever will be the past so I should start cherishing every moment, strive the best I could and be happy as much as I could because you'll never know what's gonna happen next. Psssh...give you a hint; 2012! LOL! lame.... haha~ Peace out! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-942822987754131402?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/942822987754131402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=942822987754131402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/942822987754131402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/942822987754131402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-clear.html' title='All Clear.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-494279449930478112</id><published>2010-01-11T01:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T01:46:24.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Have you ever felt hopeless and feel like quiting? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are just so tired and couldn't care less what are the consequences and you just wanna let go of what ever that has been bothering you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics is driving me cuckoo. Well not only Maths but I think Form 6 is wearing me out. I really feel like quiting Form 6. I know I have already choosen this path and I should fight till the end but I'm really getting sick of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no light at the end of this tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;All I see is pure darkness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice if I could quit Form 6??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really wished I could.....&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/3887602709022181951-494279449930478112?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/494279449930478112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=494279449930478112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/494279449930478112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/494279449930478112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/01/hopeless.html' title='Hopeless....'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-8830495539652982720</id><published>2010-01-07T00:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:34:39.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sign.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/S0S7fgdvsjI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TVne4byqR0Q/s1600-h/05012010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423666001225953842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/S0S7fgdvsjI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TVne4byqR0Q/s320/05012010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of a rainbow I saw the other day when I was on the way to my Maths tuition. According to the Bible, rainbow is a covenant of God to all living creatures that He'll never destroy the Earth by flood again and rainbows are formed after rainfalls to remind us of His promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is also a sign of new beginning and I think I've got the message from God. A lot of new changes have occured in my life for the past few days and I wasn't really happy for them. I'm ready for them but they are here and nothing can be done about them. And I think God is trying to tell me that these are the things that I needed to go through before I'm ready for a new beginning that he has planned for me. I'll accept these changes and try to get used to them. Believe it or not, I think I've managed to do so. As time pass and writing down my thoughts daily, I've started to realised that I no longer feel the same way I did 3 days ago. Though sometimes I still can't stop trying my very best to not show the true emotions and can't get over with the fact that a lot of things are not the same anymore, I have the utmost faith in myself that I will be able to handle them very well and get myself back in no time.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-8830495539652982720?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/8830495539652982720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=8830495539652982720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/8830495539652982720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/8830495539652982720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/01/rainbow.html' title='A Sign.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/S0S7fgdvsjI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TVne4byqR0Q/s72-c/05012010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-7045762092661783623</id><published>2010-01-06T00:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:02:19.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dream or a Beautiful Nightmare??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arghhh!!! I dont wanna feel this way anymore! I hate it! It's ridiculous. Why must I feel that way? To be honest, I'm not happy at all. I am faking a smile, a laugh everyday of my life and I hate to pretend. Pretending is sick. Feeling detested whenever I come near you though you never do. But I'm not gonna put my heart on my sleeves, not to you guys. I'll just hide them beneath the smiles and laughters. I'm not sure how long I can act and play my character well but the show must go on. I have to show professionalism. I'll go with the flow especially when things don't turn up the way you want it to be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;br /&gt;I’m torn into pieces, can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallow me, then spit me out&lt;br /&gt;For hating you, I blame myself&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you, it kills me now&lt;br /&gt;No, I don’t cry on the outside anymore&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson - Behind These Hazel Eyes&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/3887602709022181951-7045762092661783623?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/7045762092661783623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=7045762092661783623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7045762092661783623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7045762092661783623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/01/arghhh-i-dont-wanna-feel-this-way-i.html' title='Sweet Dream or a Beautiful Nightmare??'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-1869354272313714454</id><published>2010-01-05T01:01:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:36:39.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever felt like a stranger in a place where you think you don't belong there? Have you? That's exactly how I felt today. A nightmare I wished it would never happen. I've been officially transferred to the class next door, Science 3. It's really saddening for me to accept it at first when I heard it from Mr Chu, our Form 6 Penyelaras. Faking a smile, leaving a place that you love so much and not being able to be in the same class with your best friends it's extremely hard. It's like taking your sensory organs away from you. And I know you must be thinking that I'm feeling like a stranger in Science 3 but it's actually Science 2 I'm referring to. I know I'm still welcome in Science 2 but being there just doesn't feel to be right anymore. I mean I felt like I'm no longer a part of it and I don't belong there anymore. Strange right? It's all my fault. If I have tried to revise, none of these would have happen but what's done is done and I shall live with it. Being in Science 3 is not bad at all. The teachers are good and the people are nice and friendly. I'll really miss Science 2, a lot. Don't worry bout me my fellow friends. I'm getting better by the day and thanks to those who have the intention to make me feel better and letting me know you guys missed me. Really appreciate them and you'll never know how lucky and grateful I am to have known you guys....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That I'm thankful for the blessings&lt;br /&gt;And the lessons that I've learned with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;That I'm thankful for the love that you keep bringing in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Don't you know that I'm thankful for the moments&lt;br /&gt;When I'm down you just try to make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for all the joy that you've been bringing into my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the lessons that I've learned&lt;br /&gt;For the trouble I've known&lt;br /&gt;For the heartache and pain thrown in my way&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't think that I could go on&lt;br /&gt;But you made me feel strong&lt;br /&gt;With you I am never alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson - Thankful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-1869354272313714454?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/1869354272313714454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=1869354272313714454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1869354272313714454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1869354272313714454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/01/stranger.html' title='Stranger.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-8351924670287562996</id><published>2010-01-02T00:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:39:45.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A lot had happened in 2009. Memories are overflowing in my mind now. Some are sweet, some are bitter. Pondering about the past really made me learnt and realised lotsa things. And all these things are helping to grow, not just mentally of course if you know what mean. Let's talk about 2009. It was a year that I do nothing bout eat, sleep, spent, talk and the most important thing I can't live without, sing. To be really honest, I had wasted a lot of time slacking-not completing my homework or any important stuffs that is important to be done. My grades are getting worse by the days and the only thing has been increasing was my weight. Really gotta work my ass off in order not to regret when 2010 is over. But one thing I really like about 2009 was I found a bunch of new good friends. They were all very nice and supportive. Always there when I needed them. I'm grateful to have found them. I was always wondering how my life would be if I have accepted LimKokWing's University offer to pursue a diploma in Broadcasting, Advertising and Media. There's no way I'll meet them and it will be a great lost. I'm also very lucky to have known a lot of people in my secondary school and non of the good times I had would happen if I've transfered to SFI. It would be impossible for me to have such wonderful time in SMK Tun Tuah. And in 2009, I made the same decision to not filling the form to transfer to MHS and I think I've done the right thing just like I did in 2004. So in this marvelous year I suppose, I have a few resolutions to make and I must ensure that each and everyone of them will become a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2010 New Year Resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. STUDY damn hard. NO KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've promised myself and her. Dun wanna see her disappointed expression again this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Eat lesser, exercise more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gotta really lose them. I have enough time with them. It's time to let go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Read more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FYI, I know nothing bout my surroundings. Have to really get a hold on things that are going around me. Dun wanna have any hollow conversations at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. Able to play piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Playing piano is what I've been wanting since few years back and now I've owned one, hopefully I'll be able to learn to play a favourite song of mine completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;5. Sing better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haha~ This is the only resolution that I'm able to achieve every end of the year even though the improvement is not big but it's still improvement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before I'm done with this post, I would like to show y'all something I came up with and I forwarded to my friends as a new year wish. It's original. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since it's a new year, I need you to do me a favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt;: Always stay +vely no matter how bad ur day is because you have me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt;: Take good care of urself because I'm not gonna do anything if you fall sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt;: Always stay happy so dat there's u to brighten my day if I'm sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you manage to do the 3 things mentioned, 2010 will be a year dat brings you good health, luck, joy &amp;amp; peace...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H4ppY N3w y3aR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-8351924670287562996?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/8351924670287562996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=8351924670287562996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/8351924670287562996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/8351924670287562996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-80261382722974796</id><published>2009-12-25T03:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T04:29:21.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey peeps! I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha~ I was damn lazy to blog especially bout my vacation to Fraser Hill. The trip was not only to Fraser's Hill but also to a cave in Ipoh called Gua Tempurung. It was really challenging, dangerous, tiring and fun to explore that cave and I'm so gonna do it again with my friends after STPM. Speaking bout this extremely important exam of my life so far, I've done nothing as I've promised in my previous post. Really disappoint myself man. Sigh~ But I'll try to do something tomorrow after cleaning my room. I know you must been thinking "&lt;em&gt;It's that cleaning room excuse again&lt;/em&gt;." Well to tell you the truth, my room can never maintain spick and span. Never! And I have this weird kinda thinking that I need to make sure my surrounding is tidy then only I can start my revision but I'm pretty sure the very first thing I'm gonna do after I wake up is cleaning my room. I have to start my revision tomorrow, by hook or by crook. Even though it's seems too late but half a loaf is better than none. What the hell is wrong with me??? Idioms popping out everywhere. Haha~ BTW, I've just bought a book from an old book fair during the trip, "A Many-Splendoured Thing". According to the critics from many newspaper printed on the book, this book is surely a very good love story and hopefully I can finish Twilight first before I start to read it. Haha~ It's been months I've not been reading Twilight, let's say 5 months. I know I'm not a book lover and my life is not as simple as you think it is. Psss, tell you a secret. I'm a superhero. Haha~ lame? I know. Anyway, planning a trip to Port Dickson this coming Thursday and hopefully this trip turn out the way I want....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I just got back from McD in DP with a bunch of friends after attending a Christmas event in my friend's church. Kinda enjoyed myself especially the drama. It was terrific. The message was about Christmas is not just giving gifts to get something in return but giving gift to people from the bottom of the heart just like how God gave his only son to save us according to the Christians. Heard a few Christmas songs of Archie during the event, making me wanna buy the album. Haha~ Gonna buy it when I got time and of course, money. Haha~ Gonna stop here cuz my eyes are gonna shut soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418902276922838882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SzPO6QiKj2I/AAAAAAAAAew/dAFDtpxZA9A/s320/Xmas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Have a merry christmas and a happy new year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-80261382722974796?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/80261382722974796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=80261382722974796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/80261382722974796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/80261382722974796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-peeps-im-back.html' title='Hey peeps! I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SzPO6QiKj2I/AAAAAAAAAew/dAFDtpxZA9A/s72-c/Xmas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-3578346141941752087</id><published>2009-12-18T17:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:12:07.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R@NDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally got the time to blog again. My life has been really busy after the singing competition. I failed to get into Top 5 but I managed to get into Top 10. I was given a certificate, a trophy and 50 ringgit cash, better than nothing. Though I didn't manage to sing the rendition of mine, Halo + Already Gone but I think I've learnt something from this competition and it also showed me how supportive my friends are. I'm really touched and glad to know that they will always stand by me. They were there for my friend, Darren aka kb too. After spending months in GBS, I really enjoyed every moment there but maybe not the time when things don't go my way, for instance, unable to understand what the hell is going during my lessons but from what I've noticed, lower six 2009 is kinda united. We barely know everyone from every class despite of the major we're taking so this shows that we are sort of united as one just like the slogan, 1Malaysia. Haha~ maybe I went too far but it's something like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been to many places for the past few days. I went to A'Famosa Safari and Water World with my family. Driving there was really tiring especially on the way back home. I went there twice, one day in Safari and came back on the same day and another day to the water world and also came back on the same day. So it's like driving there twice and dricing back twice. One word-tiring! haha~ On the 15, we celebrated Ellen's birthday in Jetty's KTV. Although I'm not a fan of Jetty (I preferred Dreambox) due to lack of English song choices, we had lotsa fun there. Really have to thank kb for making this surprise party. I also went to dreambox yesterday with my frineds but it was kinda expensive yesterday because yesterday was a public holiday eve. We have no idea till we reached there when the receptionist told us bout the price but somehow we still manage to sing our hearts out even though we have to pay more and only 3 hours to sing. Hehe~ But to tell you the truth, lately I was kinda stressed. I've not made sometime for revision and holiday is gonna be over soon before you can finish saying supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Haha~ I know. I'm exaggerating. And now, I'm going to Fraser Hill tonight, twelve o'clock sharp. Hopefully it's gonna be fun or else I'll really regret because there is this singing competition organised by A'Famosa Water World. It's last audition date it's tomorrow. Unfortunately I'll be in Fraser Hill by that time so there is no way I can participate unless I'm not going to Fraser Hill. But I've decided to go to Fraser Hill because it's just a singing competition and there are tons of them out there so why waste the opportunity to go on a vacation with my family because of it. haha~ Anyway, I have no idea what to crap some more and it's getting boring by the seconds so I'm gonna stop here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H4ppY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:H0l!D@ys"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;H0l!D@ys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-3578346141941752087?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/3578346141941752087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=3578346141941752087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3578346141941752087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3578346141941752087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/12/untitled.html' title='R@NDOM'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-177074207860950464</id><published>2009-12-11T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:25:38.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Fear on Stage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG! I can't sing anymore. I've lost my voice partially but I still can talk, it's just that my voice is husky and kinda weak. I really need my voice and I have to rest for today but my pianist haven't mastered Because of You yet so no matter what I still have to sing tonight, maybe try not to sing too much. I'm really afraid my voice cannot recover in time and I'll perform a very shitty performance. Sigh~ If my voice is still like that, I guess I just have to try singing as carefully as possible so that I wouldn't lose any notes while on stage. That's the only thing left I can do. Hopefully by tomorrow, my voice will be in tip top condition. I really hope so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-177074207860950464?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/177074207860950464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=177074207860950464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/177074207860950464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/177074207860950464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/12/biggest-fear-on-stage.html' title='Biggest Fear on Stage.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-5145303239587223726</id><published>2009-12-09T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:21:28.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Decision Is Made. No More Changes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is really a tough day for me. I woke up with my voice partially gone. I've lost my voice due to the heavy practice yesterday and whenever I've no voice, my emotion will really go up and down very easily. I was hysterical when I went to my teacher's place as he said he'll help out with my rendition of I'm Yours. So I thought he'll teach my friend how the thing goes like and we can work on it later but I was wrong. We reached there and he was not really in a bad mood and he wanted my friend and I show him what we got. I was-how on earth can we do that? I thought we came here to see how the thing you want it to sound like. So we did show him something but it was a total mess especially with my voice. I couldn't even remember the lyrics and with a worn out voice, it's a disaster. So he showed us very impatiently and with his tone showing that he's annoyed. I was very unhappy, first my voice and now this problem, the arrangement of I'm Yours. My emotion roller coster was really at a very low level and I also break down but after some words from my friends and st's ridiculous rendition of I Kissed A Girl, my roller coaster is on top again but there is one thing that really hasten my roller coaster was my decision to not choose I'm Yours. From the starting, I wanted to sing a song that I can really relate to. This song has really touched my heart so deeply for the very first time I listen to the song and understand lyrics. If you have known me for long or you really understand me well, I'm very sure you'll know what song I'm choosing. It's.... (drum rolls), Because of You. This is a song I can really relate to and it's also a song that I find it extremely hard to present well especially in conveying the message even though I understand what it's all about and how it related to me deeply. I've made up my mind and I'll be singing this song for the semi-final and if I'm lucky enough to touch the hearts on many including the judges, I'll proceed to the next round. I'm really excited to be able to perform this song. I've been always wanting to sing this song on stage accompanied by  piano since I've seen Kelly's live performance. It's just so emotional and awe-inspiring. Really looking forward for this Saturday and hopefully it all will turn out well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-5145303239587223726?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/5145303239587223726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=5145303239587223726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/5145303239587223726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/5145303239587223726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/12/decision-is-made-no-more-changes.html' title='The Decision Is Made. No More Changes.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-6409156051032019903</id><published>2009-12-09T11:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:36:01.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me for the Past Few Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been stressing ever since I knew that I'm in the Top 15. I just couldn't stop thinking bout the competition and what song to sing. I was really tired, physically and mentally. But I've managed to find out what's the main fuss on this matter. It's not really bout what song to sing but what song that can make leaving the competition as the champion. I was really foolish. Foolish for making myself suffer and forget the main purpose of why I love singing so much. All I want is just to sing, convey the message of my favourite song and entertain people at the same time. Winning is not really something important. It's just a part of life; an achievement. I should really grab this oppurtunity to enjoy myself on stage and entertain people. I should not keep putting the word 'WINNING' in my head. I should just enjoy every split second on stage and do my best to sing my heart out. In case you wanna know what song I'm gonna sing, I'll mention it here. For semi-final, I'll sing my rendition of Halo and Already Gone. This is my first time doing a medley. Haha! Really looking forward to perform this song and if I'm lucky enough to get to Top 5, I'll sing I'm Yours with a little bit different style from Jason Mraz thanks to my vocal coach for the arragement of that song. The competition will start at 7.30PM in Jonker Walk on 12/12/09 which is this coming Saturday and I'm the second contestant. Just so you know, the Top 5 will be announced on the every same day and the finals will also be on the same day. I just can't wait for Saturday. It's gonna be fun! haha~ ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"The ultimate victory in competition is derived from the inner satisfaction of knowing that you have done your best and that you have gotten the most out of what you had to give. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Howard Cosell&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/3887602709022181951-6409156051032019903?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/6409156051032019903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=6409156051032019903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6409156051032019903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6409156051032019903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-for-past-few-days.html' title='Me for the Past Few Days...'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-6312602253585113620</id><published>2009-12-07T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:40:29.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X.X --.-- #.# @.@ T.T =.= +.+ 0.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The competition is next week and I'm having troubles of choosing the songs to be sung on that day. I wanted to sing Already Gone again because I just freaking love that song but I've sang during the audition already and I'm afraid I'll bored the judge. I've planned to add drums into the song so I'll have a pianist, a guitarist and a drummer for my performance. The problem is one of the three judges on that day is also of the two judges during my audition. Should I sing Already Gone again? And do you think if I add drum into the song, it will spice up the song a little bit and it will sound better and wouldn't bored that judge? Please tell me and give me your opinion as soon as possible. You can either post it on my facebook or on the blog itself; either in the post or the chatbox on the right side of the blog. Other than that, I have another problem, if I get through the semi finals and get into Top 5 which is also on the day itself, I have to choose a song that I changed its style, for example a ballad but I sing it in R&amp;amp;B style. It's driving me nuts and I'm still not sure what song should I choose to change and I'm still not sure whether can I sing Already Gone again. My headache is getting worse as I think of all these problems. I have to stop here and have a good rest and see what I can do tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-6312602253585113620?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/6312602253585113620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=6312602253585113620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6312602253585113620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6312602253585113620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/12/xx-tt-00.html' title='X.X --.-- #.# @.@ T.T =.= +.+ 0.0'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-6810699046962737321</id><published>2009-12-06T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:46:27.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~Music Flu~*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SxqbOd_bzGI/AAAAAAAAAeg/2lhSINb6xsY/s1600-h/11040_189038878756_752648756_2978248_6726240_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411808575110237282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SxqbOd_bzGI/AAAAAAAAAeg/2lhSINb6xsY/s320/11040_189038878756_752648756_2978248_6726240_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is Music Flu?? Haha~ It's the singing competition organised by Nan Yang Siang Pau I mentioned in the previous post. 38 participants and only 15 were chosen to compete in Jonker Walk on 12/12/09 at 7PM and I'm really happy that my friend, Kok Boon aka kb and I were in the Top 15. It's a big relief knowing that both of us are selected and also thanks to those who gave us support and blessings which really help us to get to the next round. Thank you Sang Tuan for playing the piano and thank you Xing Zhan for playing the guitar and everyone who believe in us and always be there for us whenever we needed an extra hand, thank you so much. You guys rock!!! And to Kelly and YC, don't give up, don't be too hard on yourself. It's your first time and I tell, for beginners, your performance was very good ad. I remember my first time in a singing competition. I was so freaking nervous that I ruined the whole song. It was like hell to me and I was like a pig being slaughtered in an abattoir while I was singing on the stage. haha~ but I learnt a lot from there. It's not the end but a good start for me. I know my weaknesses and stregth and from there, I work harder, try harder and never give up because I believe there is a miracle when you believe. Anyway, I'll upload the videos of us in the competition. 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Kinda excited when it comes to singing competition. It's an unplugged singing competition where contestants are not allowed to sing with minus one or karaoke music. Luckily I have friends that can play guitar and piano so I've asked them to help me out with this problem. Can't wait to sing man. Haha~ FYI, I'm singing Already Gone by my idol, Kelly Clarkson. Just love that song. It's a song bout two people so perfect together but they are just not the right person together. And just so you know, I still haven't started my revision yet! Curses! Sigh~ But I think I'll start really soon because my room now is spick and span and no more excuses for myself saying that I'll start my revision once I cleaned my room. Haha XP Anyway, don't wanna crap a lot. Kinda tired d. Going to sleep soon and I'm really thrilled for tomorrow; well technically, it's today because it's already 12.53 AM. Better get a good sleep and do my best for tomorrow. After countless of failures when it comes to competition, I don't really think too much bout winning. The experience is what I want and of course the fun of doing it. Like my teacher always says, &lt;em&gt;"Experience is a good teacher"&lt;/em&gt; and I have my own next line that I added to it after listening to her saying this line for 2 years;  &lt;em&gt;"...and winning it's not everything."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-2483736406762627253?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/2483736406762627253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=2483736406762627253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2483736406762627253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2483736406762627253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-update.html' title='QUICK UPDATE =)'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-380149640103765980</id><published>2009-11-30T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:00:06.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up Call.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Really got a lot of wake up calls today. So sorry to Rachel and Qui Ling because I overslept and I was supposed to fetch them to tuition, thanks to the blackout last night around 2 AM. My family and I went to Mydin located next to Melaka Sentral, not the one in MITC. Went to buy daily products and most of them are the one edible ;) So didn't really have a good sleep but I slept till 1PM before I got a call from my grandma, asking me to fetch her home from my grandpa's sister's place. Since it's just a 10 minutes destination, so I juz brushed my teeth and left. I got a big surprised after reaching there. My grandma and my grandaunt wanted to visit my grandpa's sister in law so I have to fetch them there and before that we went for lunch with my hair looking like deserted garden. When we reached my grandpa's sister in law house, they were chatting bout their life, both the present and the past. I was there listening to them talking bout how tough their life is and sitting in a house that is more than 100 years old and of course it's in real bad condition, I suddenly felt how lucky I am and how good my life is. I realise that I have not been appreciating my life and taking it for granted. Look at my result. I have a warm and cosy home, a loving family, a bunch of great friends, sufficient money to use and that is according to my mum who is someone can really spend sparingly unlike me. I have all the most basic needs in life which there is no reason for me to worry bout my life, not like I have work to get money to go to school. But why am I still freaking lazy to do well in my studies. Izzit because I dun have a goal to reach? Or izzit my heart wants to do something others think it's impossible or seems stupid and naive? Now I know how lucky I am compared to those unfortunate ones that have to strugge real hard to have a better life. So from today onwards, I promised myself that I have to try to study hard so that at least I could put food on the table and having no problems or headache when it comes to bills. I also promised someone that I will work hard and will not disappoint her again. Her disappointment in me really affects me awhile. Just awhile. Haha ;) I promise you the next time you ask me bout my CGPA, I'll be able to answer you 3.0 or at least a number way greater than 1.0. Promise. I'm awake now.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-380149640103765980?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/380149640103765980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=380149640103765980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/380149640103765980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/380149640103765980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/11/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake Up Call.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-6141456504945094776</id><published>2009-11-26T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:37:15.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Really worn out. Tired of everything in life especialy school though it's already holiday but it seems that the schooling feeling is still lingering. I couldn't stop thinking bout studies and that's y I'm really not myself. I'm just so afraid for the day school reopens and I'm still the old me, lazy, stupid and fat. Sigh~ I'm really tired of the dramas in my life and I really wanna take a break- a whole week without tuition, without internet connection, without worries, without stress. I need a holiday to anywhere where I can just relax and get away from the reality for awhile. I really need a break, having a kit kat wouldn't help at all. Curse the cathphrase and the advertisement. Haha~ So sorry. When I'm stressed out, I'm cranky like an old man. Couldn't stop complaining and I'll yak and yak and sometimes I might do or say something that irritates people. Argh!!! I need my fairy god mother to help me. I wish I have her number so I can call her. I seriously need some rest now. I'm becoming crankier by the second. My neck is killin' me ever since I got back from the camp. ARGH!!!! Sumbody juz shoot me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-6141456504945094776?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/6141456504945094776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=6141456504945094776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6141456504945094776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6141456504945094776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/11/sos.html' title='S.O.S'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-5571461344874099442</id><published>2009-11-23T23:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:31:21.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Swq1Cn8bfVI/AAAAAAAAAeU/PAy-hclkp7s/s1600/LadyGaGaBadRomance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407333359298510162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Swq1Cn8bfVI/AAAAAAAAAeU/PAy-hclkp7s/s320/LadyGaGaBadRomance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What do I do when I'm upset you ask? Well I do a lot of things. For instances, eating, sleeping, talking, singing or lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling and day dream. But today, I managed to channel those negative energy to music. I'm obsessed with a song. I kept listening to the same song all day long and I even sing along. I'm just in love with this song. It's called bad Romance by Lady GaGa. I adore her not because she's talented but also her fashion sense. Some may say that she's crazy but in my eyes, she's unique, creative and fashionable. Her wardrobes are not those commonly you'll see in a typical catalogue but they are very couture and high fashion where you will most of the time see them on the runway. Here are the song and the lyrics of Bad Romance. Enjoy! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/65eBGYvcBTw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/65eBGYvcBTw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ohh, caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah rah, ah ah ahh&lt;br /&gt;Rah muh, Rah muh muh&lt;br /&gt;GaGa, ohh lala&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah rah, ah ah ahh&lt;br /&gt;Rah muh, Rah muh muh&lt;br /&gt;GaGa, ohh lala&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your ugly&lt;br /&gt;I want your disease&lt;br /&gt;I want your everything&lt;br /&gt;As long as it's free&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love, Love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your drama&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;I want your leather studded&lt;br /&gt;Kiss in the sand&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love, Love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;(Love, Love, Love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I want you&lt;br /&gt;And you know that I need you&lt;br /&gt;I want a bad, bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your loving&lt;br /&gt;I want your revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance (Ohh)&lt;br /&gt;I want your loving&lt;br /&gt;All your lovers revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah rah, ah ah ahh&lt;br /&gt;Rah muh, Rah muh muh&lt;br /&gt;GaGa, ohh lala&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your horror&lt;br /&gt;I want your design&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're a criminal&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're mine&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love, Love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your psycho&lt;br /&gt;Your vertigo stick&lt;br /&gt;Want you in my rear window&lt;br /&gt;Baby it's sick&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love, Love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;(Love, Love, Love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I want you&lt;br /&gt;And you know that I need you (Cause I'm a free bitch, baby)&lt;br /&gt;I want a bad, bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your loving&lt;br /&gt;I want your revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance (Ohh)&lt;br /&gt;I want your loving&lt;br /&gt;All your lovers revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah rah, ah ah ahh&lt;br /&gt;Rah muh, Rah muh muh&lt;br /&gt;GaGa, ohh lala&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah rah, ah ah ahh&lt;br /&gt;Rah muh, Rah muh muh&lt;br /&gt;GaGa, ohh lala&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk walk, fashion baby&lt;br /&gt;Work it, move that bitch crazy&lt;br /&gt;Walk walk, fashion baby&lt;br /&gt;Work it, move that bitch crazy&lt;br /&gt;Walk walk, fashion baby&lt;br /&gt;Work it, move that bitch crazy&lt;br /&gt;Walk walk, passion baby&lt;br /&gt;Work it, I'm a free bitch baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;And I want your revenge&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'veux ton amour, et je veux ta revanche&lt;br /&gt;J'veux ton amour, I don't wanna be friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be friends (Ohh)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be friends (Caught in a bad romance)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be friends (Ohh)&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance (Caught in a bad romance)&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your loving&lt;br /&gt;I want your revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance (Ohh)&lt;br /&gt;I want your loving&lt;br /&gt;All your lovers revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh (Want your bad romance),&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance (Want your bad romance)&lt;br /&gt;Ohh (Want your bad romance),&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah rah, ah ah ahh&lt;br /&gt;Rah muh, Rah muh muh&lt;br /&gt;GaGa, ohh lala&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-5571461344874099442?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/5571461344874099442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=5571461344874099442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/5571461344874099442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/5571461344874099442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-romance.html' title='Bad Romance'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Swq1Cn8bfVI/AAAAAAAAAeU/PAy-hclkp7s/s72-c/LadyGaGaBadRomance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-2888109445958523807</id><published>2009-11-23T08:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:36:16.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watever~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That's the word for yesterday. I was really bothered by an issue caused by the naive and oversensitive side of me and it wasn't the first time I faced this kinda thing but thrice in a week was really killin' me. How on earth did I survive you might ask? Well, after some tranquil alone moment for myself to re-evaluate the whole situation, I think I managed to find the solution to this crazy issue and hopefully it works if I ever encounter this annoying issue again and I will not be hurted or bothered by this problem anymore. Never again! You'll see the newly improved me and most might find quite surprising because it's not me that they know before but a completely different person. I have to do so in order to live a life where I won't get hurt over and over by this disheartening issue. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;P.S. To those who guessed it's about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm sorry, your answer is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WRONG&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/3887602709022181951-2888109445958523807?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/2888109445958523807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=2888109445958523807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2888109445958523807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2888109445958523807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/11/watever.html' title='Watever~'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-6771446337682441433</id><published>2009-11-20T19:11:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:53:31.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello people!!! I'm back and I have lotsa things to share with you all. It's really obvious I've not been blogging since like forever, anyway in this post you will know more about me and things I've seen or done through the weeks....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over and school has come to an end. It's the moment that we all have been waiting for-HOLIDAYS!!! Wooohooo!!! Just love them. You can finally be able to sleep real late and get up at whatever time you want. Freedom, that's the word best use to describe the whole scenario. Haha~ Even today, the last day of school, the whole school was in a total mess. Everyone is walking here and there and even the school authorities were also very unorganised. We were told to dismiss at 10.30AM. Strange rite my school?? This is not the first time receiving these kinda sudden notice. But my class dismissed around 12 because we were having some sort of party with the junk food I bought with Kok Boon last night before we went to have supper. The most touching and hearty was the part where they voiced out their opinions about our class and most of them are related to me. Just to let you all know, I got last in my class. Yes, I'm the most retarded person who just wrote his shameful stuff onto his blog. Well laugh if you want cause I don't give a damn. I'm gonna say "You can kiss my ass." So this year, very unfortunately we have streaming and it's a 99% I'm going off to Sc3 and I was kinda sad because I'm gonna leave all my good friends that I can't thank God enough for bringing them to my life. So they were all expressing themselves and telling how happy and grateful they are as a part of L6Sc2 and they really touched me by saying how I made the class more alive and fun to be in. They even made a catch phrase for me, "No Long Choy, no Science 2". The whole scene was like my memorial and the only thing is there was no tears but laughter. Choi!~ I'm way too young to die. I'm just describing the whole situation I felt but I really appreciate you guys and the good times we shared shall not be forgotten but be immortalised in this post. Thank you guys for always being there for me when I needed you all and are always forgiving for my silly mistakes I did-intentionally or not. You guys make my days even better and worth living for. Not only my classmates but also my friends from the whole lower six of SMK Gajah Berang. I Love you all....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy?? Yeah, a little but it's all from the bottom of my heart. Before I proceed, I would like to post something requested by a friend of mine about something and someone. I'll do it in a Gossip Girl way and hope they'll enjoy reading it. Haha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon-16/11/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Upper Eastsiders! GG here. I have the biggest news ever! According to a source, Lonely boy, Mr.Hey!-I-Am-Smarter-Than-Everyone volunteered for the MHS Student's Council Representatives which was held in the MHS School Hall around 9 o'clock in the morning. Giving a very convincing speech to his fellow lower six students wasn't enough. What Mr.Stupid-Art-People (No offense but he did say that because he's a Science student and he lost to Art stream students by comparing their CGPAs) doesn't know that to be a part of MHS Student's Council representatives you need charisma, strong leadership and a likable personality. Too bad for him, he owns none of the traits I've mentioned. After the votes collected from the members of the floor, he's not the top and ultimately, he's not SELECTED. Poor lonely boy, not only he did not get into the MHS Student's Council Representatives but he's also rejected and detested as a friend of many due to his truly remarkable personalities. People say what goes up, will come down but for me, what goes down, will always go down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gossip Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I have a lot of fun editing with the things they want me to write especially by adding a little GG style in the writing. Awesome! Hehe~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, lately I can feel that love is in the air. Lotsa lovey-dovey relationships started and I'm happy for everyone. You can see them holding hands; either it's openly or secretly but at the end, they were all caught red handed by the eyes of many. Nothing can really be kept as a secret in lower six. As long as there's one fella knows about it, the news will be spreading like wildfire for the coming 24 hours. Before the sunrise of the nest day, the whole lower six will surely know about it. Haha~ Strange you say??? I would say it's awe-inspiring, believe it or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Moulin Rouge.&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/3887602709022181951-6771446337682441433?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/6771446337682441433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=6771446337682441433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6771446337682441433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6771446337682441433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/11/hola.html' title='Hola!'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-5214423983059303316</id><published>2009-11-15T23:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:05:09.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q.U.I.C.K.U.P.D.A.T.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Went to KLCC last Friday. It was a school trip. Enjoyed myself a lot. Lotsa things have been running thru my mind lately and it seems I still can't get the answer to my questions but I'll try harder to get my mind clear. Pictures of the trip will be uploaded soon. I promise. As soon as I clear the mess in my room. My room never seems to stay spick and span. Never.... Anyway, gtg now. Will be blogging ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;XOXO&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/3887602709022181951-5214423983059303316?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/5214423983059303316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=5214423983059303316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/5214423983059303316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/5214423983059303316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/11/quickupdate.html' title='Q.U.I.C.K.U.P.D.A.T.E'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-7419038928712550211</id><published>2009-11-09T15:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:18:10.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night to Remember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just got back from my school's Form 6 camp, "Eighteen" and one word can describe it all, awesome especially the talent night. I didn't know that all my peers are so talented. Every performance was awe-inspiring and kept us sitting at the edge of our seats throughout the entire show. The best part of it is I'm able to perform and entertain people. It was my first time performing up tempo songs and a ballad accompanied by piano and harmony. I think I did enjoy myself a lot on stage. I performed Poker Face for the opening of the show and My Life Would Suck Without You for the last song of the night. I was freaking hyped and the lighting was perfect. I have to grab this opportunity to thank the unsung heroes of the show. Thank you so much to Wen Chiang and Kin Sum. They were behind the stage setting the lights for me, making my performance even more interesting. Thank you to Sang Tuan for playing the piano for me and thank you to Samson for the harmony. Thank you to Jing Kai, our beloved Camp Commander for allowing us to rent the PA system and last but not least, my classmates especially to Rachel, Qui Ling and the gang for making the banner for our class to show your support. Really thankful for what you all did. I have the best time of my life. As I was saying, the performances were absolutely stunning and entertaining. There were dramas, dance and of course singing. All of them are very talented. It's was picture perfect and I don't think I will be able to forget such memorial night. And to those whom I may have said or done something that caused you to feel bad, I would like to apologise for my insensitive actions. Oh yes, before I forget. I would also like to thank all the committee members that made this camp a success especially people that were incharged of food, Li-za, Xue Kang, Kok Boon, Mahn Ling and Fuk Yu. Without you guys, we'll be starved to death. Haha! There are just too many people to thank and I don't think I have the strength to type out every single one out after the camp. Again, before I stop typing, I would love to say the last thank you to everyone who gave your cooperation, time and strength to make this camp a huge success. The reason why I say last it's because I've been saying way too much of "thank you" in this post and it's seems I can't help it to keep on repeating it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thank You!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-7419038928712550211?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/7419038928712550211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=7419038928712550211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7419038928712550211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7419038928712550211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/11/night-to-remember.html' title='A Night to Remember.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-2873968685422341273</id><published>2009-11-05T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:51:48.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Sera Sera.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fail&lt;/span&gt;. That's the word that had been running in my mind all day long. Never in my life got so worried about my grades. Maybe my thinking is a lot more mature now or maybe I'm just so worried that I will be sent to the next class leaving all my friends from my current class. Or maybe both of the possibilities but this kinda feeling sucks. I was very emo this evening and I portrayed another side of me; the side you'll see whenever I'm sad-the Comfort Eater Carl. I went to tuition early today-2 hours earlier. Went to a bakery and bought some buns and went to 7-eleven to get slurpee. They just couldn't make me feeling any better so I went to Popular to get a bar of chocolate. Oops, almost forgotten; before I went to the tuition, I drank a glass of milk and ate a slice of bread with peanut butter and jelly and took 3 scoops of vanilla ice-cream with raspberry syrup on a crunchy ice-cream cone. Still none of them satisfied me and they didn't help, not even a little bit to cheer me up. And guess what has drifted me off from that terrible and pathetic feeling??? I think you'll shock till you drop when I say it. It's Maths. I was in my Maths tuition, solving problems involving Binomial expressions which really saved me from thinking about it. Ironic isn't it? Yeah, that's what I think too. And when I reached home, the uneasy feeling crawled back into me but I manage to exterminate it by watching some videos of Kelly's concerts and I successfully obliterated it after blurted out my feelings to a very good my friend of mine. I'm feeling so much better now and by tomorrow I'll be fine. Anyway, I should not think so much about what's waiting for me ahead. This reminds me of a song I used to sing when I was much younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que Sera Sera, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever will be will be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The future not ours to see, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que Sera Sera,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever will be will be....&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/3887602709022181951-2873968685422341273?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/2873968685422341273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=2873968685422341273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2873968685422341273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2873968685422341273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-im-fallin.html' title='Que Sera Sera.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-6230164333664683335</id><published>2009-11-04T00:13:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:13:08.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey! I'm back to blogging bout my life and thoughts of mine which really make my life even more maeningful than ever. I have good news and bad news.I think I'll start with bad news first, don't want to make bad things last. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished exams on Monday and today we got a few of our papers back already. As I've predicted before the exams even started, my Maths is gonna be real bad but better than last time; just 10 marks higher than my first monthly test. Haha! Not gonna reveal to everyone how dumb I am in Maths =P. FYI, I'm so gonna drop to Science 3 but deep down inside I'm praying hard that there is no streamin so everyone will be in what class they were assigned ever since May. Naive??? I know =P. Another bad news is that a lot of my friends are having troubles; studies, grades and love. It's really saddening to see people around me crying or moody especially because of their grades. To be honest, I'm a very strange person. Maybe odd is a better word but anyway what I wanted to say is my mood is easily affected by the environment. When people around me are down, I'll feel down and without any intention merge into the surrounding. So listen here people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what if you do badly this time? So what you failed your exam? Does this means you're gonna fail ur STPM or any important government examination? The answer is simple. No for crying out loud. Do you think by feeling sad or crying the whole day will help the situation?? Again, the answer is no. So what's with the long and sour face?? Since it wouldn't make any difference if you cry, be happy and live your day with a smile on your face because no matter what you do, you'll still get the same result. Nothing can change the fact that you've got the grades you wished you'll never get. So don't be so stupid, be happy by doing things that can cheer you up and of course you'll surely feel sad at first but after awhile please let it go. Don't hold on tight to it. Just let go. You'll never know who's hunger for your smile and laughter which will definitely make their day. Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, now is the good news. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER!!! WOOOHOOOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Haha! I've been waiting for this day since the first monthly test. Finally it's over but it's just the beginning for STPM. I must really work hard starting from now on. Don't wanna waste my time and regret for not trying my very best in Form 6. I wanna get good grades and get a place in a local university with the course that I wanted. Anyway, what's happier and exciting than this good news is I'm gonna perform in my school camp this Saturday. Even though it's just a two days one night camp due to some techinical problem but being able to perform on the stage it's what I most looking forward into. Really can't wait for the day to come. Haha! I'm gonna be the emcee of the opening and closing ceremony of the camp, one of the judges for Talent Night, doing opening and closing performance of the night and also representing my class to perform after Talent Night. It's really gonna be a fun weekend for me. Woooohoooo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just stop here. Kinda tired now. I need to have a good sleep and get prepared for tomorrow. Don't get what I mean? Since you're so dumb, I'll tel you (jkjk =P). Prepare to take my results. Haha! LAME rite?? HaHa! Have to go to the school with a fresh and clear mind so that no matter how hard for me to accept the grade, I'll still be able to accept it and leave the school with a smile and really mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Peace out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-6230164333664683335?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/6230164333664683335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=6230164333664683335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6230164333664683335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6230164333664683335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-9016630541550570145</id><published>2009-10-19T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:39:15.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 More Days To Go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh God!! Exams are coming and like I've said, I'm dying. All I can say now is whatever lar. I'll study as much as I could and pray hard that I will not drop to the next class (fingers-crossed). Anyway, I went to Sushi King last Thursday and I took lotsa of pictures but mostly are snapshots of sushi that we picked. Really sorry I can't post them up because I'm REALLY BUSY. Too bad it's not busy studying but busy trying to study. Sigh~ Hate the word "trying". It indicates that I failed to really study. ISH!!! Anyway, just yesterday I went to Station 1 cafe to have lunch with my friends right after my Physics tuition and again I took some pictures but not really in the mood to post them up because it takes quite some time for the pictures to be uploaded and the other reason is exams are just around the corner, well maybe not around the corner. I should say just next door because it's getting nearer by the seconds XD. Oh My Goodness Gracious Me!!!  I should be serious about Form 6 and my future. For your own sake, FOCUS FONG!!! Okay. Don't wanna talk crap here. You'll be seeing me maybe after my exams perhaps unless I have something really important to blog about. Till next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!!! ^^.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-9016630541550570145?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/9016630541550570145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=9016630541550570145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/9016630541550570145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/9016630541550570145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/10/8-more-days-to-go.html' title='8 More Days To Go.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-3498527107955272111</id><published>2009-10-14T20:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:32:10.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 More Days to Go,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes. I am counting my days before my end year examinations begin and again, I'm not prepared dor it yet. Sigh~ When will I learn my lesson??? Gosh...hopefully there is not gonna be streaming or else for sure I'm dropping to L6Sc3. Not saying that L6Sc3 is not good but I'm already familiar with L6Sc2- the people, the surrounding and I hate to admit this I'm also accustomed to the teachers already. Sigh~ I have to work my ass off and hopefully there is no streaming at the same time. Getting 1st or last is not important to me but I wanna reach my target which is at least getting a 2.0 for my CGPA and being able to be a part of L6Sc2. And honestly, I've already started my revision but the sad part is that I have not even completely revised a chapter outta 4 subjects I'm taking for my STPM-Pengajian Am (General Studies), Chemistry, Physics and Matethematics T and exams is coming in less than 2 week time. Argh!!!!!! I wanna scream!!!!! Like I've said, I never learn my lesson. Puan Radziah always said, "Only a fool would insist of repeating the same mistake" and I guess I'm really a fool. Sigh~ Anyway, I went to Seck Kia Eenh to revise Chemistry with Kin Sum and Wen Chiang. I saw a few friends of mine were also there, revising their studies. I'm really envious of their attitude towards their studies. How nice if I'm able to be like them? Anyway, here are some interesting photos I took in SKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392432981858348578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StXFOgbEbiI/AAAAAAAAAVo/u7gmC0qMuvY/s320/12102009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is not the Wen Chiang we see in the class. I guess it's human nature to have 2 sides.&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="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392432974634019698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StXFOFgp63I/AAAAAAAAAVg/DgpPvsrm7aQ/s320/12102009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wen Chiang as usual, looking as retard as he is... XP&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="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392432990690847346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StXFPBU5qnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/g7dKK64ADfU/s320/12102009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's strange that Kin Sum can only study with his msn on. Well, not for me...&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="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392433924958843650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StXGFZvv8wI/AAAAAAAAAWY/IWwS6W_dUjs/s320/12102009(015).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Karen and Yen Ten. Hardworking sial!!!&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="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mahn Ling and her sister was also there but to get a picture of her is as hard as seeing a meteor shower. Here are a few attempts to catch a glimspe of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392434329153846210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StXGc7fWO8I/AAAAAAAAAW4/GGYl1g8Y23Q/s320/12102009(022).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392434324185358418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StXGco-xIFI/AAAAAAAAAWw/VeTnvfEUhO4/s320/12102009(019).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392433909147947250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StXGEe2I0PI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Oip3YaZ2_jg/s320/12102009(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392433935705605522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StXGGBx-hZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Mi7XT9tanfg/s320/12102009(018).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392433006518029986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StXFP8SZTqI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kEpSGPC_7pY/s320/12102009(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392433916159698354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StXGE493pbI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/6__7ehhxcfE/s320/12102009(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392434351569010226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StXGeO_ifjI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/CQhmW2uTDNI/s320/12102009(027).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StXGr2Z2XNI/AAAAAAAAAXg/G2Mj_LBE5Iw/s1600-h/12102009(031).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392433933603614850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StXGF580sII/AAAAAAAAAWg/Jgv5tgq5cHU/s320/12102009(016).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392434577510363442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StXGrYsJ8TI/AAAAAAAAAXY/WywdzWlMxU0/s320/12102009(030).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why cover up??? I just don't get it. ML you are beautiful inside out. I meant it from my heart. So why hide??? Have a little more confidence in yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI. something funny happened but it kinda heartened me. Kin Sum's colleague was there too and he asked Kin Sum to go to his seat and he laughed hysterically before he say a word (this situation was not seen by me but Kin Sum told me). Guess what he asked? "That guy wearing green shirt(me) is ur fren ar??? What's his weight???" =.=" Kinda bring my self-esteem down to earth but after a good sleep, I'm on top of the world again. Well, I guess this is how I still hold on till now even though a lot of unhappy things happened to me. One advice from me is be optimistic and look at the brighter side of everything. This will not only make you feel better but also make your life much easier rather than you feeling sad or dissapointed for things that doesn't go the way you want. So why not choose a better way to live your life???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-3498527107955272111?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/3498527107955272111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=3498527107955272111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3498527107955272111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3498527107955272111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/10/13-more-days-to-go.html' title='13 More Days to Go,'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StXFOgbEbiI/AAAAAAAAAVo/u7gmC0qMuvY/s72-c/12102009(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-7606247635176671585</id><published>2009-10-11T23:29:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T01:48:09.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Typical Weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, it's another busy weekend. Did a lot of stuffs except for studying. Sigh~ Why am I so lazy??? Recently, a lot of unwanted things happened to me. One of them was an incident with a teacher whom I do not want to mention, no point mentioning. Actually there are three of them. They really have problem with my class and especially me. Okay let me tell you what actually happened between the teacher I first mentioned and I. The rest of them are not really saying stuff to me but more of to the whole class (I think so. Correct me if I’m wrong.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;*REWIND*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One fine morning, he stepped into our class with a poker face and not even a single smile like he used to plaster onto his face whenever he enter our class. He opened his mouth and uttered something that kinda annoys me. Let me just identify Mr.I-Think-I-Got-Great-Sense-of-Humour as XY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XY: LC, u sit there (pointing towards a table near to the window).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me: (Walk towards the table but sit at the right table behind the table he wanted me to sit) Sir, that place is very hot. Can I sit here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XY: (Speaks curtly) Sit there (pointing towards that table).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me: But sir...it's very hot over there and I'm under the fan. Futhermore this row is empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XY: (Poker face changed to I-Am-Gonna-Eat-You-Up face) I SAID SIT THERE! Do you want me to slap u?!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me: (Move to that particular table, feeling insulted and irritated. The next thing I did was put my stuff on that table and lifted up the table behind me and placed it right in front of the behind table of this table. Seated.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XY: Don't show your dissatisfying attitude by pushing tables in front of a teacher. It's very rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me: (Look at him with a smile.) Sir, I did not push the table. I LIFTED the table and if I'm dissatisfied or not happy, I'll push the table instead. (Still smiling.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XY: Then you come and push me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me: =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XY: @#@$#!^#@!%#!%^$!$#^!$#^!%$&amp;amp;!% (blah blah blah blah blah. Have no idea what he was saying because my ears are shut. Haha! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Based on the situation, who has lost their temper and acted irrationally?? Youn tell me. And who has a higher EQ than the other??? You decide. It’s better you leave your opinions on the chatbox so I can know what do you think. HaHa! ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I've spent a lot of money since SPM over and most of my money is on food. No wonder I'm not as thin I'm used to. Sigh~ Anyway, here are some pictures of my "Jalan-jalan Cari Makan" programme. Enjoy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Last week Friday: Went to McD with Grace and Jing Kai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391381719700226482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StIJG_tEQbI/AAAAAAAAATA/NWT9hmoQ_hc/s320/02102009(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Grace accidentally touch the tomato sauce while she was talking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That picture was actually taken while she was wiping the sauce off her watch. And this picture is when she just found out there was tomato sauce on her watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391381720088022258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StIJHBJhjPI/AAAAAAAAATI/lGhuyv3KcFA/s320/02102009(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jing Kai. Another Maths Genius in my class. He's reall good in Maths. Don't play play! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391381728616450562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StIJHg63CgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-kMeaJ6fP4w/s320/Jing+Kai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This Friday we went to a more expensive place to have our lunch, Seoul Garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391385217940465778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StIMSnqiKHI/AAAAAAAAATg/5W-sqJlXQ-8/s320/09102009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391385208349863746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StIMSD79L0I/AAAAAAAAATY/BSujGEqZlGo/s320/09102009(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He just loves the camera and the camera loves him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get what I mean??? Don't get it? Stupid! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391385231948715634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StIMTb2XFnI/AAAAAAAAATw/qDQ3UCUmpqM/s320/09102009(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;There is no way you can escape from me! Muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391385222720088386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StIMS5eFaUI/AAAAAAAAATo/IRcL4zhlMKk/s320/09102009(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Why so delighted? Thought you escaped from my camera. I don't think so. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391386979715405874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StIN5KyaWDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/mxB3XcM2Ij0/s320/09102009(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Did have fun with them. Next time wanna ask the whole class to come over here to eat. How bout after our end year examination??? Think bout that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the place where Mr. Mani said that sells very cheap chicken rice balls. It's in Melaka Baru. Unfortunately we just able to smell and see the chicken rice balls but not taste them because there's no more place left and Rahel don't like steamed chicken so decided to try this out next time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391387999710017378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StIO0ikE92I/AAAAAAAAAUA/VX3c75Ua6HA/s320/11102009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391388009312654002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StIO1GVhkrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/YovSSPXM5LY/s320/11102009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw this shop and I cracked a lame joke bout it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who owns this shop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nope, it's not Robinson. It's Robin's son. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I decided to eat laksa in Jonker Street and finding a parking lot ain't easy. Looking for a place to sit is also hard because the shop is full of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391390257522898402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StIQ39kndeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/BtSIoH7ripk/s320/11102009(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;These are what I've ordered; Baba Laksa and Durian Cendol. Sorry, I've already started eating before I could remember to take a picture. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391390263652546866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StIQ4UaCeTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/7SGXsjVbRYY/s320/11102009(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391395889447841954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StIV_yIKMKI/AAAAAAAAAVY/qFHCFy2BeA4/s320/11102009(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391390278643086610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StIQ5MQD9RI/AAAAAAAAAUo/S2gkw0E4eLw/s320/11102009(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Qui Ling and Rachel ordered Baba Asam Laksa while Jing Kai ordered Nasi Lemak with rendang chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391393538161842498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StIT2655GUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ut3moyqbQxQ/s320/11102009(042).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I wanted to take a picture of the shop but this camera psycho just would not let my camera go. GET AWAY!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391393547862505586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StIT3fCteHI/AAAAAAAAAU4/bH_gWTo6HPY/s320/11102009(043).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is more like it. Finally get rid of him ad. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391393552702415730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StIT3xEoo3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/wFiNMAd7TgU/s320/11102009(045).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here we go again.... Haha, just kidding =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391394947327907010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StIVI8dQ1MI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/j9rHCxuHenA/s320/11102009(046).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Before we went to home, Jing Kai and I managed to stop by this stall to buy some kuih-muih to chew. Haha! There's no way I'll lose weight ad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I think I'll stop here. I'm very sleepy and exhausted. Haha! Hopefully this week is gonna be a great weekend and not as terrible as the last weekend. Of course I'm referring to those unlucky and unwanted incidents. Not the time I spent with my friends. See y'all real soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-7606247635176671585?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/7606247635176671585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=7606247635176671585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7606247635176671585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7606247635176671585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-typical-weekend.html' title='Another Typical Weekend.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/StIJG_tEQbI/AAAAAAAAATA/NWT9hmoQ_hc/s72-c/02102009(007).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-3393104309918739443</id><published>2009-10-08T21:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:34:16.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Worst Day of My Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Never in my life I feel so hopeless as I am here. Never. I've realised that I'm not the old me anymore and seriously, it's true. Those days, worries and stress are nothing to me. They come and go so easily that it wouldn't affect me at all. Well maybe just affect me a little but not as terrible as nowdays. The way I look at this whole is just black and white. No more colours, no more light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Everyday is just another gloomy day and sometimes I even felt I'm trapped in world of darkness. Passimistic is not really my thing. Bubly and optimistic is the real me but I guess going to Form 6 really changed the hell outta me. What made my day worst was incident followed by incident which are really getting me. I'm just too tired to care about them. Too tired. I'm emotionally and mentally worn out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm afraid I'm gonna have an emotion breakdown and I think I will. I can feel it. And whenI do, hopefully I'm alone and nobody is around me. I don't want anyone seeing me breaking down and collapse to the ground. It's just too embarrassing and I'm really embarrassed of myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm really sick. Really really sick of these. I no longer laugh and smile from my heart. Plastic smiles and made laughters are what you're seeing. My last word?? Say watcha wanna say bout me, do watcha wanna do, think watcha wanna think bout me because I don't care anymore. I'm already gone........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-3393104309918739443?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/3393104309918739443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=3393104309918739443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3393104309918739443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3393104309918739443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-worst-day-of-my-life.html' title='Another Worst Day of My Life.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-4988323569475089350</id><published>2009-10-06T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:43:59.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the Delay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So sorry for the late post. I was very busy. Busy visiting my muslim friends, busy skipping tuition classes just to go to the beach, busy slacking and waste my youth, busy bitching around (as usual), busy memorising the speech (actually I used 3 days to memorise and yes, I screwed my chance to grab the throphy) and busy making my life even more colourful by spending time with my BUDDIES (the reason why I capitalised every word is because there are soooooo many of them. I'm sorry if anyone is jealous of me. But I can't help it that I'm popular XD. U think is easy to be popular?? Haha! Just kidding =p) Anyway, I've taken some pictures when I went to Tanjung Bidara with my friends. Drove there. Twice sumore! Haha! I know, it's insane. Here are the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389520026381964946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Sstr6LpZ1pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RqxJGwta7cU/s400/21092009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pantai Tanjung Bidara &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389520019590094450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Sstr5yWGHnI/AAAAAAAAANw/lVuWHpjntRU/s400/21092009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Treated me like a maid =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389539415030672194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Sst9iv_eq0I/AAAAAAAAASY/K56GQJDdWOo/s400/21092009(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389520426293830098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SstsRdb0odI/AAAAAAAAAOY/THdZ7TyeKJs/s400/21092009(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt; The best picture among the worst. Haha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389539793852528242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Sst94zNpdnI/AAAAAAAAASg/HVwpXXLM5Cw/s400/21092009(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dead oyster sticked on the pillars. Strange rite???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389521890815653058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SsttmtNCNMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/mpbEoqeDAjw/s400/21092009(056).jpg" border="0" /&gt; Me with my beautiful smille XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389520439306012050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SstsSN6KxZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wNCDfZKR1cY/s400/21092009(047).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Angeline Ng a.k.a. ah lian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389520445612067698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SstsSlZpi3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/zR2byj2D2oQ/s400/21092009(048).jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jarry Tay a.k.a. hiao eh &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389520449013069154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SstsSyEgtWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Ax-yWmDQ9Ls/s400/21092009(052).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tho Li Yan a.k.a. lao tao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389520431226609042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SstsRvz43ZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/g6CIK0xPInI/s400/21092009(043).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Fong Chia Ying a.k.a. Ying ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just love her smile ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A war between lao tao and hiao eh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389521905146662354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Ssttnil0DdI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tvwhg8-HgHc/s400/21092009(059).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389521898461292834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SsttnJr5aSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/UumF5omSs4Q/s400/21092009(058).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389521908943667250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SsttnwvFwDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/mvCcKbpPFSA/s400/21092009(066).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I told cha not to mess with me and you just wouldn't listen. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We found two bottles with message in them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389522638757997858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SstuSPgYrSI/AAAAAAAAAQA/07QfFdgUAOs/s400/21092009(071).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389521917929599826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SsttoSNgM1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/sZlgcgsuWeQ/s400/21092009(068).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389522617004895106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SstuQ-eCq4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/29sEKLoz300/s400/21092009(070).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389522627527361426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SstuRlqyw5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/KdadWOK1rrM/s400/21092009(072).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Wanna know what is written on them??? Not gonna tell. Haha! =p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389523359331724914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Sstu8L2jLnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0JFncFD22pE/s400/21092009(074).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Chia Ying doing the honour to return what we found back to where they belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two snapshots before we leave that place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389524712974466386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SstwK-kIPVI/AAAAAAAAARY/HVidXeCY3F0/s400/21092009(077).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389520036800610674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Sstr6ydZwXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ly_lDFsLSec/s400/21092009(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Being there really made me felt good. No worries, no stress. How I wish it would last forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;23rd of September 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to my English teacher's house. It has been almost a year since she last taught us English. Here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389079753496033138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Ssnbe7Vhd3I/AAAAAAAAANo/6f2lcX15HVQ/s400/10425_137973079671_678929671_2437317_4345203_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;hiao pos and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389079737894116274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SsnbeBNvG7I/AAAAAAAAANY/Cjt-PaChOG0/s400/10425_137969859671_678929671_2437291_5280206_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The guys and I. And of course, my lovely teacher, Pn Radziah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389079743911002018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SsnbeXoRf6I/AAAAAAAAANg/EBCyhK4eYYQ/s400/10425_137969869671_678929671_2437292_837510_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Almost everyone in 5 Arif. I'll never forget the moment we been through together. Good times, good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Went to Tanjung Bidara again after visiting Pn Radziah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389537165257730994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Sst7fy7z67I/AAAAAAAAARg/aOPC7W5mVyQ/s400/23092009(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Collected them. They are just so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While collecting seashells, guess what I found??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389538498547680930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Sst8tZ06BqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/9eREm8HtrZY/s400/23092009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A hermit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389538488223671570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Sst8szXeJRI/AAAAAAAAASI/mxHi9EqSo18/s400/23092009(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt; An awesome picture of dusk taken by me ^^.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Went to Amigo for dinner after that. Here's what I had ordered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389537198443043458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Sst7hujzmoI/AAAAAAAAASA/kTkiGb5A1hc/s400/23092009(014).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cream of Mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389537184708615938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Sst7g7ZQ3wI/AAAAAAAAARw/8TljCYPjUgg/s400/23092009(016).jpg" border="0" /&gt; Salmon handroll sushi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389537187062712002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Sst7hEKhhsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/dJFQMKFDI5I/s400/23092009(015).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;XL Orange Juice (It's freakin' HUGE!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389537173575551954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Sst7gR67y9I/AAAAAAAAARo/u9dKdgV6Q1s/s400/23092009(017).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My main dish, Mozerella Cheese Chicken. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Total $$$ spend : RM 27++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;These were what I've been doing during Raya holidays and because of this, I didn't manage to memorise my speech for the SPRM public speaking and I lost. I shouldn't have brought cards with me because the rules stated no cards or any other reference are allowed and my teacher heard that I was disqualified of getting a place in the Top 3 even though my teacher said that I deserved to win and that's what he thinks. I think those people who have won were good and they deserve it. I was quite disappointed in myself right after my turn because everyone put so high hope on me that I'm gonna nail it but I've failed to do so. So sorry guys. Don't mean to let you guys down. I'm sorry especially to Mr Mani because he has to kiss his ticket to Kuantan bye bye since I didn't get first (Champion will have to go to Kuantan to compete in the National level which is approxiamately a month from now). Anyway, this is life. We don't always get what we want in life and we have to deal with it. There is no running away....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-4988323569475089350?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/4988323569475089350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=4988323569475089350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/4988323569475089350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/4988323569475089350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/09/quick-summary.html' title='Sorry for the Delay.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Sstr6LpZ1pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RqxJGwta7cU/s72-c/21092009(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-1477317295763337241</id><published>2009-09-19T23:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:37:57.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ugly Truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SrUIVFcfbJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QZsKEiIrKsg/s1600-h/Ugly_truth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383218087923248274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SrUIVFcfbJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QZsKEiIrKsg/s400/Ugly_truth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Indeed true that truth sometimes is ugly and there's no doubt bout it. This is a romantic comedy starring Katherine Heigl and Gerard Butler which will make you laugh till you drop dead if you enjoy dirty jokes XD. Though it's funny but the reviews aren't that good. But to me, this is a good movie to watch with your friends and have fun laughing like nobody’s bussiness. Honestly, the romantic moments in the movie never failed to touch me. I dunno why but I just love those moments and of course the heartbreaking moment for Gerard when Katherine received flowers from the guy she likes. I can really feel how he felt. It's amazing rite what movies can do to you?? Haha~ Another must-movie of mine. I'll rate it 3.0 stars outta 5. Watch it if you wanna laugh and leave your worries although it's just gonna be two hours of worries-free period to enjoy. Haha~ Better than nothing rite ^^??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went out with James, Irfan and Joachim. Have a blast as usual. It has always been really fun for me to hang out with friends. Like what I've said, it's like a period where all of your worries and troubles are washed away and all you do is have fun. Back to reality, I still have not done anything in my to-do list and I've wasted two days consecutively. What the hell was I doing??? Sigh~ What on Earth can turn me into a new me??? Any idea??? Sigh~ Whatever larh. I'll just try again tomorrow. Hopefully it will have better results. Haha~ Tired ad. Don't wanna talk so long. Lazy =p. Till next time...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SrT9S7xtlDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JPPpWrIDZKU/s1600-h/Ugly_truth.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-1477317295763337241?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/1477317295763337241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=1477317295763337241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1477317295763337241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1477317295763337241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/09/ugly-truth.html' title='The Ugly Truth.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SrUIVFcfbJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QZsKEiIrKsg/s72-c/Ugly_truth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-6405383866673063147</id><published>2009-09-17T23:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:32:43.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts of Mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sigh~ Another week is gone but this week is not as productive as last week. Sigh~ And this coming week is gonna be hectic like hell even though it's a 10 days holiday. I have too many things to do and to be done that I'm afraid I will not be able to complete them on time. PA presentation, English presentation, preparation for public speaking competition, visits to friends' house for Raya, hanging out with friends, revision for the end year examinations and attending tuition classes. I think I'm gonna be insane!!! ISH! My holidays are gone for sure. Burn. No more resting and slacking this time. Sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Have you ever wondered why people has to be so pretentious??? Can't they just tell the truth??? It wouldn't hurt or kill so what's with the mask??? It's not a masquerade so I can't see the point to masquerade as whatever which is not true. I guess this is what they called &lt;em&gt;"kiasu"&lt;/em&gt; (afraid to lose). Ivan and I were discussing why people must say that they didn't study or revise although they did during our Physics class; as usual because the class was damn boring. Haha~ sorry bitter old man. Don't mean to say that =p. You see, I’ve noticed there are people who had been practicing this “culture” ever since in secondary school and I think they are not gonna leave and there are more of them to come. But why??? Sometimes I get very frustrated bout it. To me, it's okay to tell someone that you did study because there's nothing wrong and by doing this you can also at the same time, indirectly encouraging people around you to do so. But some people are just too afraid that he/she will be beaten flat just like an old friend of mine who now is no longer my friend (PHEW~ thank God! Hallelujah!). He has really been a pain in the ass and none of us really like him. He is the most pretentious person I have ever met in my entire life. Haha~ He just loves to compare his results with others and praise people who he is better than. You know why??? So that people will disagree with him and say "No la. You are better." Sick right this kinda people??? Haha~ FYI (it stands for, "for your information" for those who are stupid. Just kidding =p), I'm not addressing this matter to anyone except for that loser I just mentioned. Haha~ I can be a mean bitch when you stepped on my toes. Better think twice before you do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I no longer feel the pain like I used to. Does this indicate that I've already moved on or izzit because I'm too busy with my life??? I'm not sure. But whatever it is, it felt great. At least I'm not troubled by this matter anymore. Seeing your smile and hearing your laughter are enough for me because they light up my world. Being able to see you smiling or laughing makes my day even more worth living. So be sure to smile and laugh more. I wanna see them everyday ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-6405383866673063147?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/6405383866673063147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=6405383866673063147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6405383866673063147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6405383866673063147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh-another-week-is-gone-but-this-week.html' title='Random Thoughts of Mine.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-4000838981576644722</id><published>2009-09-15T23:37:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:50:42.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i HATE my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;What could be worse than today? My hair was cut by my discipline master in the morning making me looking like a dumbass and followed by lessons that I couldn't catch up in class. It's been hell for me and even the teachers are after me especially Maths teacher. PA and English presentations are not done yet. Tons of things haven't revised. I just can't take anymore. What really made my day worse was my Dad. He did not come to fetch me from tuition and I have to walk home because I was furious. I just don't feel like calling him after waiting him for 20 minutes. Can't he just remember that every Tuesday and Wednesday I have tuition till 7??? Izzit so hard to even remember that your son, I have tuition today??? Same goes to my Mum, she told me that my Dad asked her where am I because it's already late and I'm not home yet and she herself don’t that I have tuition. I got so angry of them that when I reached home, I walked to my room, ignoring every single question by my Mum because I was just too disappointed in both of them. I was asking myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why people's parents know where the hell their kids are and fetch their kids on time??? Why is my family so "perfect"???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is not the first time I felt this way. To me, we are all strangers living under one roof but not my siblings and I of course. It's us and our parents especially with my Dad. We barely talk unless we have to. And whenever I feel this way, I'll listen to Because of You. The lyrics are so close to my life except that it's not that my parents breaking up or something but how the family of the video is. It's like the family is not perfect and some sort wrecked and I'm gonna break that cycle by not repeating the same mistakes. The lyrics and video really touched my heart deeply. They are just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9d81d5b798d49835" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9d81d5b798d49835%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329948807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B37C6B109B727E9409E0A42B35C55E1A536D0C9.815DC418B9841E775B3EFB09C6037AA75B92CC43%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9d81d5b798d49835%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DayUpdMq8OUJXljCKlXgMlKiry0Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9d81d5b798d49835%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329948807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B37C6B109B727E9409E0A42B35C55E1A536D0C9.815DC418B9841E775B3EFB09C6037AA75B92CC43%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9d81d5b798d49835%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DayUpdMq8OUJXljCKlXgMlKiry0Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I will not make the same mistakes that you did&lt;br /&gt;I will not let myself&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart so much misery&lt;br /&gt;I will not break the way you did,&lt;br /&gt;You fell so hard&lt;br /&gt;I've learned the hard way&lt;br /&gt;To never let it get that far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my way&lt;br /&gt;And it's not too long before you point it out&lt;br /&gt;I cannot cry&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that's weakness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to fake&lt;br /&gt;A smile, a laugh everyday of my life&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't possibly break&lt;br /&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you die&lt;br /&gt;I heard you cry every night in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;I was so young&lt;br /&gt;You should have known better than to lean on me&lt;br /&gt;You never thought of anyone else&lt;br /&gt;You just saw your pain&lt;br /&gt;And now I cry in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;For the same damn thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I try my hardest just to forget everything&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to let anyone else in&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;Because of you...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&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/3887602709022181951-4000838981576644722?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/4000838981576644722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=4000838981576644722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/4000838981576644722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/4000838981576644722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-my-life.html' title='i HATE my life.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-8229900414674049148</id><published>2009-09-14T16:33:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:48:15.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo Kanye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG! Guess what I saw when I logged on to Yahoo! It's an anguishing news for Taylor Swift and every single person living on planet Earth. It's also a shame for us to be living on the same planet as you, Kanye West. You are an asshole. How could you do such a thing??? Just like what Kelly said in her blog, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"What happened to you as a child?? Did you not get hugged enough??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Kelly don't hate people and she hasnn't blogged for almost 5 months and because of this fellow, Kelly blogged. I think she's real mad at him. For those who are confused of what the heck I was saying, let me explain what happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV Video Music Award 2009 was held on 13 September 2009 in New York City. It is a respected pop culture award show to celebrate the top music videos of the year. This year it was held in Radio Music City Hall in NYC, broadcasted live on MTV. It was supposed to be a memorable night especially to the winners but not for Taylor Swift. She was nominated for Best Female Video and she won that category thanks to her fans for the countless votes they've sent in. But during her Thank You speech, a dumbass came out from nowhere, grabbed her microphone and yes, it's the one and only brainless rude jackass, Kanye West. Here's the video what he did to our poor Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2KrkDQwkt8o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2KrkDQwkt8o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing. Her winning moment was ruined by this man and he made her looking so awkward on stage. She hasn't even finished her speech and yet he humuliated her and to the entire male species. What was he thinking??? She's just a sweet, young, and talented artiste accepting her first VMA award and this jerk just has to spoil her unforgettable moment by doing such an outrages act. Right after he was booed off the stage, the crowd stood up and gave Taylor standing ovation showing her that they agreed that she deserves the moon man. And guess what? I didn't know Beyonce is such a noble and nice person after the rumours of her demanded for the backing track of Already Gone for her song, Halo. But after her respectful act, I think I'll consider rejudging her. Here's one of the sweetest things a person can do. Salute her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p-Ig38qaUxE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p-Ig38qaUxE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing right what Beyonce did?? Kelly also stated in her blog that Beyonce has always been a class of act and she proved it again that she still is. I totally agree with Kelly. Beyonce, you deserve our respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Saw the right corner of my blog under FRI3NDS, the blog titled, random thoughts by me??? That's my idol, Kelly Clarkson's blog. Here's the link for those who are stupid and couldn't understand a word I've said &lt;a href="http://iamkelly.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://iamkelly.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;. It's trueee. This blog is linked from her official website and it is confirmed that it belongs to her because some of the lines used in her blog were being asked during her interviews. Especially on how she doesn't mind how her pictures were photoshopped because she said, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Whoever she is, she looks great ha!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in her blog. I LOVE her. She's the best and nicest artiste I've ever seen not to mention bout her talent and personalities. That's why I adore her so much... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hehe ^^&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/3887602709022181951-8229900414674049148?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/8229900414674049148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=8229900414674049148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/8229900414674049148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/8229900414674049148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/09/boo-kanye.html' title='Boo Kanye.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-1773841268984664639</id><published>2009-09-13T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:06:09.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday With Wen Chiang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wen Chiang came to my house to hang out today. Our purpose was supposed to be revising Maths but at the end, we did nothing =.=" All we did was our English essay. He reached my house around 4 something and he left at 10 something. We went to have our dinner in a mamak stall near Ocean. He's such a pig. He ordered so much till he can't finish them. Haha XD. Well for me, it's the first time I went to this mamak stall and spending the least. Haha~ I only ordered a tosai masala and a cup of teh o ais limau. It only cost me RM4. Usually when I go there for supper with my friends, I usually spend RM10++. Haha~ dunno what gets into me XD. Maybe because I'm stressed out by my weight though it's not the first time =.=" It’s trueeee XD Anyway, I had a great time today. I just love being accompanied by friends. Life without friends it's like life without food to me. I'll die you know. It's trueee XD (you'll understand this line if you watched the videos I posted on the previous post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been quite productive compared to the other weeks. I managed to finish 90% of my homework and by tomorrow I can start revising ad. Thank God! It's about time already for me to start my engine before my exams begin in the middle of October. I have about 1 month time to cover countless stuff and cramp them as soon as possible. Haha~ I know I can do it. Gambateh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's trueeee XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-1773841268984664639?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/1773841268984664639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=1773841268984664639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1773841268984664639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1773841268984664639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday-with-wen-chiang.html' title='Sunday With Wen Chiang.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-2124372656088661600</id><published>2009-09-12T22:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:58:05.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh~ Hate Saturdays especially during the nights. If I have no money to spend (I know I sounded like a spoilt brat but I dunno why I just wanna use money to buy myself a scrumptious dinner or supper) or not hanging out with my friends on Saturday night, I'll be extremely depressed, sitting at home and I'll start thinking a lot of things which really sadden me. So in order to obliterate my boredom, I'll eat =.=". And now, I'm eating titbits and also at the same time drinking Tropicana Twister Orange Juice. This orange juice is the best I've ever tasted. You must try it out. Anyway, I'm still chewing the junks I've bought from the mini mart. Not really a lot of junks but they are enough to feed a cow. Haha~ No, I’m just kidding XP. I bought a big packet of Bika and Green Peas Snack and a Wall's Berry Twist ice cream. This mouth-watering sinful dessert (to those who are on diet of course) is appetizing, refreshing, sweet and a little sour. It's the perfect choice to lighten your day particularly if you have mood swing like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Btw, here's something that really brightened my afternoon. It’s a stand up comedy by a Singapore Drag icon, Kumar. I just LOVE him. He's hilarious XD. Be sure you watch them XD Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BfVpwvkgaUw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BfVpwvkgaUw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_gBlfFrLiE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_gBlfFrLiE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Swr4eGnY6Xw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Swr4eGnY6Xw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hope you have a great laugh. I know I do :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Peace out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-2124372656088661600?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/2124372656088661600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=2124372656088661600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2124372656088661600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2124372656088661600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-night-sigh.html' title='Saturday Night Sigh.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-5977675212930684986</id><published>2009-09-11T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:46:03.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Already Gone Cover.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I've been recording Already Gone for the past 2 hours. So far, I've recorded a few but I need time to make sure it's perfect. Don't wanna repeat the same mistakes like those uploaded on the net. It's imperfect. So gimme some time. Haha~ It's gonna be uploaded on youtube and facebook soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh~ It's typical Friday night again. All play no work. Not doing any homework or revision again and it's already 11.40PM. Nevermind I'll do whatever I can now and hopefully I'll be able to finish all my homework by this weekend. And being able to start my revision by next Monday. Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-5977675212930684986?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/5977675212930684986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=5977675212930684986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/5977675212930684986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/5977675212930684986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/09/already-gone-cover.html' title='Already Gone Cover.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-8343058196849450589</id><published>2009-09-10T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:01:53.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.A.N.D.O.M.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been really busy lately since I've started to finish all the homework I've been procrastinating since I dunno when. And my life is even more hectic when I take Maths tuition which has 4 days in a week. So it's been hell for me. I've not been singing for almost a week and I hate that because there are too many things to be done and completed. Ish!!! I also have to catch up with my lessons in school and apparently I'm way back than I thought I am. Oh Lord, save me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;End year examination is coming in just 5 weeks and I have nothing in my brain. It's hollow. Real empty. You can even hear the sound of the ocean when stand right next to me. Sigh~ trying my best to finish up all the shitty work but they just don't seem to finish. But I have a feeling, that is all gonna end by this Sunday. I just have that feeling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll stop here cause I'm gonna sing. Haha XD. It wouldn't hurt I guess. Hehe~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-8343058196849450589?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/8343058196849450589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=8343058196849450589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/8343058196849450589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/8343058196849450589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/09/random.html' title='R.A.N.D.O.M.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-378860399673239002</id><published>2009-09-08T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:03:05.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Felt Like In Primary School Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Haha~ You may laugh but this was what really happened in my class, during Pengajian Am. Right after we greeted our lovely PA teacher, Pn. Nur Jannah, she asked me to pack my stuff and move to a table in front of hers and she said that is gonna be my place whenever she's in the classroom. I was like-what??? So I moved over there and I raised my hand and asked her,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Cikgu, boleh tak saya tahu sebab saya kena duduk sana?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And she answered me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Nak tahu. Jumpa saya di tempat saya. Sini banyak orang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Again, I was like-what??? Then I just packed my stuffs and moved over to that table sitting next to Melody, Chai Li and Xin Hui. So the lesson continued and we were asked to draw graf garis kompaun/mudah. The easiest graph to be drawn compared to the previous ones we've learnt. Then finally she told me why after I asked her the second time by saying I've the right the right to know why I am being quarantined so that I can call my lawyer XD. I was just kidding with her. Haha~ She smiled and told almost the whole class, maybe the whole class cause everyone is so keen to know. I can't help it cause I'm so popular~ Haha XD. She said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Kerana Fong terlalu kepo dan sangat bising duduk kat sana, terlalu banyak bercakap, terlalu kepo hal orang lain dan result bukan baik sangat dan mungkin macam ini sekira-kiranya PA boleh dapat A..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;She also added that I should feel honoured to be asked to sit in front of her. Haha~ I just love her. She's really cute especially her personality. Anyway, sitting there really makes me finish my graph so much faster than before. Haha~ not much talking I guess. Felt like back to primary school where teacher will change your place when you talk a little bit more than other people. Okok, talk a lot more than other people. You're happy now??? =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, joined Wan Sim's tuition again (Maths tuition). I have to do so because in school... I dun really know how to explain. All I can say is I need Maths and Physics tuition. Or else I'll definitely fail these two subjects. For Chemistry, I think I need to take sometime time to study. Sigh~ Have to continue revising my Maths. Till next time...&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/3887602709022181951-378860399673239002?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/378860399673239002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=378860399673239002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/378860399673239002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/378860399673239002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-felt-like-in-primary-school-again.html' title='I Felt Like In Primary School Again.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-1661943369779412064</id><published>2009-09-07T23:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T02:03:14.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Son of a Bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today I met a f*cked up traffic police. My dad parked his car outside the bank. I know it's yellow line but can't he just talk nicely? He came to my mum and I and said, &lt;em&gt;"Nak saman ke? Nak jalan?"&lt;/em&gt; in a very rude and curt tone. I was like freaking annoyed. He speaks as if we are some kinda shit on the ground. I was gonna drive my car away and yet he's rushing and said in the rudest way I've ever heard in my life, &lt;em&gt;"Cepat! Cepat! Jalan!!!"&lt;/em&gt; I was like-can't u just wait? I need time to put on my seatbel too. So I purposely delay and I even asked my sis whether she has put on her seatbelt on or not just to make the hold-up to annoy him XD. I felt so bitchy and I LOVE it XD. Here's a something I've written on my wrist during Physics class. I was damn bored and what I've written is exactly what I should do to these kinda f*cked up ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378750074690522834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SqUosfGIztI/AAAAAAAAAMw/XfAho30P1qA/s320/07092009(013).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Love those who make your life difficult more. They're obviously missing it ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P.S. This idea was inspired by Kelly. She has this line on her wrist too; to remind her to heap affection on those who make her life difficult. That's what her stepdad always told her.&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/3887602709022181951-1661943369779412064?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/1661943369779412064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=1661943369779412064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1661943369779412064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1661943369779412064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/09/son-of-bitch.html' title='Son of a Bitch.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SqUosfGIztI/AAAAAAAAAMw/XfAho30P1qA/s72-c/07092009(013).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-6230650522449088878</id><published>2009-09-05T23:08:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:51:25.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalan Jalan Cari Makan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Wow. I have a blast. Today Jarry, my BFF (I noe, I noe. It's so gay but that's the term =.=") came to my house to do his presentation on Orcadian Wedding Traditions, The Blackening Wedding. Then we decided to have dinner together and so we asked a few of our friends but unfortunately, only ah lian can go, the rest of them fasting I guess, during the night. So the three little piglets went out to scavenge for food. Haha~ sorry my mind got drifted away due to the &lt;em&gt;treasures&lt;/em&gt; I've buried into my stomach since 8.45 PM XD. So the first stop is an end lot shop lot along the road to Keblang and the food we ordered was SATAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378016159765635618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SqKNNA8kIiI/AAAAAAAAALw/74f7AwurKfM/s320/05092009(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;So sorry... We were famished so I didn't think of taking pictures of our food (we waited for 30 minutes u noe....)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378016159013156018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SqKNM-JKNLI/AAAAAAAAALo/jAKplgVYH0A/s320/05092009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;My friend, Jarry. Future lawyer (sponsored by JPA). A guy who I never got tired of his jokes because they are too lame and old. He can repeat the same joke over and over again but I'll still laugh. Maybe it's because of his look. HAHAHA XD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378016147268248546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SqKNMSY9I-I/AAAAAAAAALg/DsiI4ESmSUc/s320/05092009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jarry finished two bowls of the sauce and it's not because of the amount of satay he ate. It's because most of the time, he drink them... Serious. No kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378196500516869970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SqMxOOmOl1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/faSLBeaxNwk/s320/14082009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture is not taken yesterday but the other day. Ah lian (white and brown shirt) and Ling &lt;em&gt;jie&lt;/em&gt; (didn't join us because her mum doesn't allow her to come out. Poor thing. She missed all the fun). Ah lian's photo was gone. I'm not sure how it happens but anyway, something funny happened. Ah lian was wearing a purple shirt and there's a baby kept looking at us. I think the baby was thinking, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ooo, they are friends with Barney. How I wished I could join them..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After finished our satay (each of us ate 10 sticks only), ah lian decided to bring us to a shop which is further along the road to try out their ice cream. So went there and in the car, Jarry and I were screaming like Banshees. Maybe just me screaming like a Banshee cause he can't reach that high. Haha~ The second stop, Sunday's. That's the name of the shop. I only took one picture from this shop because Jarry and I were too busy frolicking around. I was imitating dumb blondes and he's imitating Britons. We spoke as if we are tourist and we made silly jokes on the pronounciation of laksa and he even made this insulting joke when we overheard the next table, people are speaking in English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jarry: Oh, there are people speaking English in Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: (high pitch) OMG!!! I can't believe you said that. That's so insulting. Ahah! (nasal laughing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;And we laughed like nobody's bussiness. Haha XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378016169627641570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SqKNNlr2ZuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LxbctTaE9hs/s320/05092009(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was what we ordered. The shop's speciality, Ice cream dunno what treasure dunno wat. Haha~ can't remember the name. It was just okay. Nothing special about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The next destination is Satay Celup in Ong Kim Wee and before we reach there, suddenly I have the urge to eat Kutu Piring and along Tengkera road, there is a shop that sells the best Kutu Piring, so we decided to have one and I stop by the shop to ordered 3 Kutu Piring. Unfortunately, they were all sold out. And guess who I saw there??? Wee Sern. He was there too to buy Kutu Piring and I think he managed to get the last order. Sigh~ too bad for us....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378016175189180610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SqKNN6Z0wMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/M_TSFMVQsBI/s320/05092009(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the shop. I think the 80 cent sign shows that each Putu Piring cost 80 cent. I don't care. Tonight, I'm gonna buy Kutu Piring. Kutu Piring, here I come!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The final stop, Satay Celup in Ong Kim Wee. We enjoyed ourselves very much especially with &lt;em&gt;you char kueh&lt;/em&gt;. They are DELICIOUS. Haha~ I'm drooling already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378196485271953186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SqMxNVzjnyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BGtqy5uC04s/s320/05092009(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;I just love quil's eggs and meat balls. They are the best. Wooohooo!!!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378196489443804514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SqMxNlWNBWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/alTVUdfMpTs/s320/05092009(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At first, I decided to only take 10 but I guess I can't resist the temptation. Haha~ I only eat 17 satay celup and for the record, this is the first time of my life for eating the least satay celup at a time. Haha~ shocked??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I have a great time and I hope more of these to come. I'll never get tired of food. Haha~ Till next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-6230650522449088878?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/6230650522449088878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=6230650522449088878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6230650522449088878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6230650522449088878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/09/jalan-jalan-cari-makan.html' title='Jalan Jalan Cari Makan.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SqKNNA8kIiI/AAAAAAAAALw/74f7AwurKfM/s72-c/05092009(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-1586550700338734005</id><published>2009-09-04T21:38:00.034+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:35:17.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day Jie Yi!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well today is my friend, Jie Yi's B'day. So we celebrated with her in Dreambox. Singing is what we love to do most. So there were 6 of us, Jie Yi, Shu Min, Hwee Shan, Andy, Soon Tack (JY's BF) and I. After singing, we went to eat sushi on the 2nd floor in DP and it was just okay. I still prefer Sushi King. Their sushis are so much better. After having sushi for our dinner, Hwee Shan suggested watching a movie but Shu Min couldn't join us because she has plans already. So only five of us went for a movie and we chose, Orphan. And before I start writing about the movie. Here are a few pictures I've selected from thousands to be shown to on my blog: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377629931471033634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SqEt7kbW1SI/AAAAAAAAALI/goVx0J2upJ4/s320/Jie+Yi+B%27day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey B'day gal. U look gorgeous in this picture. U know y??? Because it's dark!!! HAHAHA XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377629936574781266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SqEt73cL11I/AAAAAAAAALQ/AvKB3gRT4-4/s320/Jie+Yi+B%27day+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back (from the left) : Hwee Shan, Shu Min, Andy&lt;br /&gt;Front (from the left) : Soon Tack, Jie Yi, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377632981896489954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SqEwtIJda-I/AAAAAAAAALY/cHYRlaKqynE/s320/Besties.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Besties Forever!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377608141470353490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SqEaHOWWyFI/AAAAAAAAALA/mqlYEl7M0qo/s320/Orphan_Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Orphan is an American horror film. The film centers on a couple who, after the death of their unborn child, adopt a young girl who is hiding a dark secret behind her sweet facade. To me, this movie is really great because it kept me sitting at the edge of my seat and made me feeling really angry while watching it. I got so into the movie that I cursed Esther (the fucking irritating horny psycho bitch). She is fucking irritating because she fooled everyone into believing that her adopted mother, Kate hates her and even hurt her. She's so psycho that she used a C-clamp to break her own arm and blamed Kate was the one who broke her arm. She is really a fucking bitch! She even manipulated, used and threaten Kate's children, Daniel (elder son) and Max (who is deaf-mute and communicates with sign language) to not say a single word about what she did such as pushing a girl from a slide which caused the poor girl's ankle to be broken and killing Sister Abigail, the head of her orphanage when she went to the Coleman's house to warn them about Esther's tendency to be around when things go wrong. And do you know why I say she's horny??? She drew intimacy pictures of man and woman on the wall of her bedroom but these pictures are only visible only in the dark and with certain of blue-coloured light. She even seduced John (husband of Kate) to have sex with her. And did I mention that she's 9 year-old??? Actually, she's 33 years old because she got some kinda hormones disorder that affected her growth. She's really insane and she will kill the whole family if she can't get the man from that family. She's a slut! I was like telling my friend, &lt;em&gt;"She's a whore. Why can't she just use a cucumber or something?"&lt;/em&gt; Okay, that was a joke. She is just sick. I was like cursing her throughout the movie. I was wondering how is she gonna die at the end of the movie. And thank God, she did die at the end. I was so worried she's not gonna die because normally horror films can escape from having a happy ending. I'm not gonna tell you how she died because it will just spoilt your mood to watch such a spectacular movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This movie is a MUST-WATCH but it is rated 18PL which stands for only people above 18 can watch due to several creepy scenes and a few obscene scenes. One of the scene was cut which really drove me crazy. It's okay for me that the sex scene was cut but the scene where Esther used the F word when Kate (her foster mother) was trying to have the "talk" with her after Esther saw her foster parents having sex in the kitchen was cut and it was really confusing me as it jumped to the next scene. But as I continue to watch, then only I know she used the F word. I just don't like things to happen or stop abruptly. It's annoying. I really hate that psychopath and I feel like slapping her fat and chunky cheeks. ISH!!! Overall, I'll give a 9 outta 10. It brought my mood to a roller coaster ride because the story is good and the actors are pretty great. Conclusion, it's a great movie. So if you have not watch it and you have the time, please watch it. It is worth every penny. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ywOPNNii9w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ywOPNNii9w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here is something I've learnt from the movie. It's useful and crucial so please take note &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never adopt children&lt;/span&gt;. if you feel like adopting children, please adopt dogs and cats from the SPCA. They need love too you know... At least dogs and cats won't killed you or seduce your spouse...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Never ever lose faith on your husband/wife&lt;/span&gt;. It's really hurting and hard to accept the fact that the people you love don't trust you and still doubt you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Beware of children&lt;/span&gt;. They might be like Esther, where they don't grow physically and maybe they are crazy and might kill you. Anywhere, anytime. HAHA XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;P.S. If the language I used is offensive to you, I here would like to apologise especially on the cucumber joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-1586550700338734005?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/1586550700338734005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=1586550700338734005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1586550700338734005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1586550700338734005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-bday-jie-yi.html' title='Happy B&apos;day Jie Yi!!!'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SqEt7kbW1SI/AAAAAAAAALI/goVx0J2upJ4/s72-c/Jie+Yi+B%27day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-3223666569863532373</id><published>2009-09-04T00:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:39:31.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Sp_qdsVQ8iI/AAAAAAAAAK4/noPLCyHIIvw/s1600-h/Just_friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377274275941118498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Sp_qdsVQ8iI/AAAAAAAAAK4/noPLCyHIIvw/s320/Just_friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A great comedy film I enjoy. Nothing is better than to have a good laugh and feel the "awww..." moment from the romance part of a movie. This movie is really funny and cute (especially the romance part). Anna Faris is also in it. I just love her ever since the first time I watched The House Bunny. Yeah, she's the bunny called Shelly. The House Bunny is also a must watch movie. Damn funny. That day I just re-watched it with Wen Chiang until 6 in the morning. And now, everyone of us (well maybe not everyone...) starting to use the line I love the most from that movie, "So nice talking to you. So nice." in the class. We'll be using it whenever we got the chance. It was a total bunny madness. Haha XD. Back to Just Friends, I only watch half way through because there are tons of things waiting for me to complete. How I wish I can just finish watching it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today something very odd happened in my class. Kok Boon, Samson, Ivan and I were discussing bout me-about my fatness. Haha~ Weird rite??? They were giving examples of people who they had met who were fat and got slimmer and how strong their determination is. I dunno how this topic started but they were encouraging me and telling me there is still hope. Haha XD. Samson was like asking me to join him to gym and kb was like asking me to jog and he'll join me. They really want me to get fitter I guess. Now, only I realised how supportive they are. Haha~ I guess I'll give it another try though I've failed for the past 8 years... =.=”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;P.S. kb recommended me to watch this movie after discussing bout me. Haha~ I guess he's trying to show me that what they've said is true that it's even in the story line of a movie.&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/3887602709022181951-3223666569863532373?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/3223666569863532373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=3223666569863532373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3223666569863532373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3223666569863532373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-friends.html' title='Just Friends.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/Sp_qdsVQ8iI/AAAAAAAAAK4/noPLCyHIIvw/s72-c/Just_friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-7799474239659642174</id><published>2009-09-03T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:53:58.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey! Sorry for not posting anything for the past few days. Too busy reorganising my life. Didn't know my life was a mess. FYI, it's still a mess but just a little tidied up. Haha~ Recently downloaded a few movies but didn't really have the time to watch it. I was too busy slacking. Yeah, nothing is wrong with your eyes. I just written &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;TOO BUSY SLACKING&lt;/span&gt; XD. Oh God, can you send me a guardian angel to guide me just like the book P.S. I Love You, where the dead husband prepared a few letters to help his wife get back her life, guide her through everything and organised everything for her but of course, I don't want anyone to die so that I got the letters? Haha~ Speaking of that book, Vince just lent it to me and currently I'm reading Marley and Me so I think I have to borrow his book for a little while. Just so you know, I only read 30 pages out of 308. 278 pages to go before I can start reading P.S. I Love You. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I just downloaded The Sims 3 but unfortunately, I don't really have the mood to play because whenever I'm playing the game, there's a voice inside of me, telling me that I should start studying because final exams are getting nearer. I don't want to get the same shitty shit result just like my first monthly test. Haiz~ I need more determination, more motivation in order to push me to that limit. I believe I can do it and I'll prove to that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"HOW AR?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fella that I can do Maths. Haha~ don't get me wrong. I'm not angry of him or anything. I just wanna show him that I can be good at Maths too. And FYI, $$$ just asked me to do some research on corruption so that we can prepare a speech for me to join the public speaking sort of competition. And whenever I think bout that, I feel like quitting. I'm just too afraid I'll make a fool out of myself on stage and did I mention that last year, my school got first and represented the state??? I'm so gonna faint... &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pressure man!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to stop here because I'm not feeling well. I feel very cold right now and my body is aching. I hope it's not H1N1, if yes, I'm so gonna curse him back for cursing me about getting infected with H1N1 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(him = $$$).&lt;/span&gt; Hopefully it's just an ordinary cold and not dengue cause my whole body is aching. Really gotta go to bed and rest. Cannot take it any longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Paiseh, this post is kinda rubbish and kinda messy. Couldn't really concentrate because of my cold =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-7799474239659642174?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/7799474239659642174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=7799474239659642174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7799474239659642174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7799474239659642174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/09/quick-post.html' title='A Quick Post.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-1971345635206193871</id><published>2009-08-31T18:45:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T02:36:01.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L6Sc2 First Ever BBQ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SqQA40KkJfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KbmzzEl2FPg/s1600-h/6414_125695893859_727803859_2465055_518243_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378424831062844914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SqQA40KkJfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KbmzzEl2FPg/s320/6414_125695893859_727803859_2465055_518243_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night was extremely awesome and fun of course. You know why? It's because it was held in moi (It is pronouns as muar. It's French) house. Haha XD. Luckily it turned out well although we started starting fire kinda late because I was bitchy. Not was, I am always bitchy XD. I wanted everyone to arrive first and we must do some chit-chatting then only we start the fire. Haha~ I'm weird rite? I know. A lot of things happened. There were a surprise birthday cake for Amy Jie and a cake fight that I'll never forget, burned food because of the photography session, and sleepover. But there is one thing that is very important, the time we had together last night. It's gonna be carved in our memory for the rest of our life if we didn't have Alzheimer disease of course XD. There were a lot of photos and videos taken but unfortunately, they were not with me yet. But I manage to got 1 from Melody's facebook account. FYI, the blurred grey object is our Amy &lt;em&gt;Jie. &lt;/em&gt;She's really high already XD. Ah Bear is not in the picture because she went home already. Fortunately, she took some pictures with some of my friends before she went home. So, please be patient for our cool pictures and humorous videos to be uploaded on my blog. Here I would like to thank everyone who came and enjoyed themselves. Without your presence and cooperation, this amazing BBQ party would be a total disaster. Thanks to wc &amp;amp; st too for being the chauffer for this prestigious BBQ party XD and thanks to Ivan for being a wonderful Philippine maid because he’s really good at washing the dishes. Thanks to Yen Ten for helping me out with the tidying up and cleaning. Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;P.S. So sorry I didn't blog much because I have not finish any of my homework. I just got up from my nap. Damn tired man because last night, wc and I were watching The House Bunny till 6AM and got up at 11 something. FYI, finally I got to eat satay ad. I've been hunting for them for weeks but everytime I wanted to eat, there's countless of obstacles. Haha~ that's our brunch btw. Really enjoyed the meal ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-1971345635206193871?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/1971345635206193871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=1971345635206193871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1971345635206193871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1971345635206193871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/08/l6sc2-first-ever-bbq.html' title='L6Sc2 First Ever BBQ.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SqQA40KkJfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KbmzzEl2FPg/s72-c/6414_125695893859_727803859_2465055_518243_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-6381390580284879543</id><published>2009-08-28T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:41:54.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Crazy~!!! WOohOoO</title><content type='html'>Yes. I am indeed out of my mind. Is very easy to know whether I'm stress or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I keep quite for a long time, I'm stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I start to giggle and laughing as if I'm mad, I'm stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm jumping around and giggling at the same time, I'm stressed. (Yes! I have just done that...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm eating but not happy at the same time, I'm stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm officially saying, "I'M STRESSED OUT!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-6381390580284879543?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/6381390580284879543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=6381390580284879543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6381390580284879543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6381390580284879543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-crazy-woohooo.html' title='I&apos;m Crazy~!!! WOohOoO'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-3656529750263821145</id><published>2009-08-27T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:28:40.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Feel.</title><content type='html'>Heartbroken. Really sad. Didn't know it could cause so much trouble and pain. I hate myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QLNDzH4TZRM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QLNDzH4TZRM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;How I Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Looks like I made a mess again&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreak everywhere I step&lt;br /&gt;This fire is getting hot again&lt;br /&gt;But I touch the flame ‘cause I’m a curious cat&lt;br /&gt;Creeping where I don’t belong&lt;br /&gt;Finding out what I knew all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crying all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And it’s all my fault, all my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I did it again...again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh, I’m getting tired of believing&lt;br /&gt;Even sicker of pretending&lt;br /&gt;That it’s not so bad, just wait it out&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think you’re feeding me lies again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The only good man left wasn’t him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And that’s how I feel right now so just let me be&lt;br /&gt;Let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems every time I find a good man&lt;br /&gt;He’s got a good little wife&lt;br /&gt;I’m not jealous but I won’t lie&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to hear about your wonderful life&lt;br /&gt;And babies everywhere I look&lt;br /&gt;Trophy wives with their little black books&lt;br /&gt;At this rate I’m gonna end up alone&lt;br /&gt;It’s probably all my fault, all my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh, another dead end…again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I’m getting tired of believing&lt;br /&gt;Even sicker of pretending&lt;br /&gt;That it’s not so bad, just wait it out&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think you’re feeding me lies again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good man left wasn’t him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And that’s how I feel right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter pill that I’ve swallowed&lt;br /&gt;Just how low can my heart sink&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tales from so long ago&lt;br /&gt;Save them for someone that’s not smart enough to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;‘Cause I, I’m getting tired of believing&lt;br /&gt;I’m through pretending&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I’m broken and sad so I’ll sit this one out&lt;br /&gt;Oh I think you’re feeding me lies again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The only good man left wasn’t him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And that’s how I feel right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel right now&lt;br /&gt;How I feel right now&lt;br /&gt;How I feel right now&lt;br /&gt;Let me be&lt;br /&gt;How I feel right now&lt;br /&gt;How I feel right now&lt;br /&gt;How I feel right now&lt;br /&gt;Let me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;P.S. This is why I love Kelly so much. Not just because she's talented and her good personalities but her songs are easily related to me. She and I have the same kinda thing going on. She seems happy on the outside but deep down inside it's another world...&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/3887602709022181951-3656529750263821145?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/3656529750263821145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=3656529750263821145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3656529750263821145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3656529750263821145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-i-feel.html' title='How I Feel.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-3954917411655391367</id><published>2009-08-27T03:03:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T04:14:27.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch! Not Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wen Chiang and Kin Sum came and hanged out in my house today and the same thing happened. Sparky (my dog) bit him again. This time, it’s worse. There's blood coming out. He was trying to feed him but he just hates Wen Chiang. I told you not to touch him but you just don't listen. See now what happened... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm really sorry. Next time, I'll make sure I bite you first before you touch him. Haha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for supper with ah lian and the gang (ling jie, yong yong and shin yi. P.S. jie = sis). A lot of drama happenned between yong yong and her mum. At the end, she didn't join us. Actually she did join us, I fetched ah lian first then followed by her than ling jie. We were in the car for more than 1 and a half hour because I was driving here and there. Went to fetch my sis and ling jie's sis who apparently go to the same tuition. Since it was raining heavily and it's hard for ling jie's mum to fetch her sis so I decided to fetch her sis and my sis (before this I've asked my aunt to fetch my sis cuz I thought I would be eating by that time). After fetching my sis and ling jie's sis home, we went to Thong Shui House near yong yong's hse cuz she have to bring her sisters out to eat. I was like-why can't your sis just come out and buy their own dinner cuz this is not the first time your sis following us to our outing? So in the car, me and yong were in a lot of drama bout this topic. Poor lian and ling, have to sit at the back of the car, listening to both of us "discussing" bout it. But when yong went home and we waited her in Thong Shui House, I received a msg from her. She said that her mum got angry and she wasn't allowed to come out ad. Poor yong... Cannot join us. At first we wanted to eat satay but since yong have to eat with her sis, so we decided to eat at Thong Shui House cuz that's wat yong wanted. Since she can't come out, so we decided to eat satay but I have to order something cuz we were sitting there ad =.=”. Ordered coconut milk with sagu and taro. Quite nice actually. And I asked shin yi out cuz I felt that 3 ppl is imbalance, we need 4, just like playing mahjong. Haha~ And guess where's the place??? Taman Merdeka. So I drove there and the worst thing was the shop, was closed. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Argh!!!&lt;/span&gt; Then ah lian suggested eating at the hawker stall in front of Pasar Borong and we went there since we have no better choice and it's getting late and we have been in the car for almost two hours!!! It's like we were going to KL, just to take our supper =.=". &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ISH!!&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, we did have fun at the end :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lately, really making myself really busy so that I have no time to think so much. The drama is not over and it just getting started and I think I'm pretty good at it. This is the best way I guess maybe due to my ego. Haha~ Don't get what the heck I'm saying??? Good. That's my purpose. Hehe~ Till next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SamueL FonG signing off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-3954917411655391367?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/3954917411655391367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=3954917411655391367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3954917411655391367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3954917411655391367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/08/ouch-not-again.html' title='Ouch! Not Again...'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-3392814850385334285</id><published>2009-08-26T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:18:17.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Monday, 24/08/07.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the morning, I went to Li-za's hse to discuss about our English presentation. We should gather at her hse by 10AM and I went to bed late the night before because I was “working” as a DJ for my own radio station. Haha~ don't get it??? Well actually I was talking to Wen Chiang through Skype. We didn't really talk much cause we were busy doing our own stuff. St off Skype because he wanted to slp and yks off because I told him I was sick of the songs he's been playing for the past few days when we were talking in Skype. It's either Zero Gravity, I Got A Feeling or his favourite, Taking Back My Love. So I've decided to play my choice of songs and he off Skype when I started to play my songs. Each song played, I'll tell Wen Chiang the title of the song and the artiste. I just don't like people listening to a song but didn't know the two important info bout the song. After awhile Wen Chiang asked me to play Meetoto and without any delay, I agreed because I wanna SING!!! Haha~ So I performed Behind These Hazel Eyes by my idol, Kelly Clarkson and I went to bed after that. It was already 4AM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up at 10AM right after Ivan missed call me and sent me a message. I WAS FREAKIN' LATE!!! Got myself cleaned up and still manage to finish off my nasi lemak. So sorry Ivan, for making you waiting in the car for more than 20 minutes. Thanks for sending me to Li-za's house too. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love ya!&lt;/span&gt; Haha~ Reached Li-za's house around 11AM and have to face the sarcasm by Li-za and Mahn Ling. Elaine doesn't really involve in this kinda thing. Haha~ lucky for me! After hours of bullshitting and chit-chatting, we only used around an hour to discuss bout our presentation. Haha~ that's my group-nonsense first, serious stuffs second. It was so kind of Li-za's mum for buying us lunch. Really appreciate and love it. Thanks Li-za's mum! ^^ About two something, st came to fetch me to his house because tonight he's bringing out on a date. Woohoo~ just kidding! I'm straight! Actually we were going to the youth conference organised by Samson's church. FYI, Samson's dad is a YB and I LOVE teasing him bout that. There's one time I was assigned to collect money from those who have bought the Oxford's dictionary and he was the last one who haven't paid yet. So I told him, &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"You ingat you anak YB takyah bayar eh?"&lt;/span&gt; Haha~ his facial expression, priceless. Haha~ Where was I??? Oh yeah, youth conference. So I have to stay a night in st's house because after the event, it's gonna be really late and furthermore, my dad's car has been sent to workshop to get it fixed. It's being coming out noises for quite sometime. So after st sent Mahn Ling home, we went home. His home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first time his mum saw me, her first line was, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Hi! You're HUGE!"&lt;/span&gt; Haha~ it's true. That's the first thing that comes to ppl's mind when they first saw me and I've gotten used to it. But hopefully a change is gonna come… I went around his house for awhile and he played the piano for me. He played quite a few classics for me but the one that I remembered most was Fantaisie-Impromptu in C-sharp minor by Frédéric Chopin. Though he just a play a part of it but it's enough for me. The melody is really great. I can say that he sure can play the piano. Another piece that st played for me was River Flows in You. He played the whole song and I LOVE it. According to a few sources from the net, this piece is also known as Bella's lullaby (Bella from Twilight). The melody is damn nice and it gives the romantic kinda feel. LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he played a few songs, I suggested him to study because I felt that my presence is disturbing him from studying and while he's studying I was reading "Marley and Me" that I borrowed from my school library. After awhile, we ended up chatting instead =.=". And before his mum goes to her yoga class, I chatted with his mum. Really nice talking to her ^^. After his mum left the house, I went in to a room where his computer is placed and switched it on. We did the stupidest thing ever! We chatted using MSN. He's using my ipod touch and I was using his computer. Lame? I know. Haha~ After we had dinner in his house (thanks aunty, the food is good), we changed and we walked to the youth conference. It was quite near to his house, just a 20 minute walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth conference was conducted by a pastor known as Pastor Jay. He's from US based on his accent and there's a translator translating what Pastor Jay has said to Mandarin and it's irritating. The translator even translated the wrong stuff and st and I were giggling bout it. Haha~ When it was almost the end of the conference, they have a session called revival, where people confess their sins and where God cleanse them from their sins. They were down to their knees and crying. Nice and unforgettable event of the night. Before we went home, we have a little chat with Samson and he just loves introducing us to his friends from church. Honestly, I was quite shy. Haha~ not me right??? Sometimes I do think I have two type of personalities inside of me. Sometimes I'm friendly and sometimes I'm shy. I know, I'm weird... We went home around 12 o'clock and after I bathed, I have a little chat with his mum again but just awhile because it was getting late and his mum wanted to slp ad. So, st and I continue chatting till 2 o'clock I guess. Haha~ I know, I just can't stop yakking =.=".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tuesday, 25/08/09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have breakfast with st before he sent me home (thanks for the food dude). He has Maths tuition from 9.30 to 4.30. Insane rite??? Haha~ The first thing I do when I reached home is to bathe. Went to my grams' house to have lunch in the afternoon and began to watch You're Hired. In between the show, I went to the toilet to scrub my uniforms and t-shirts. It was pretty tiring and the stupid red stain just doesn't seem to come off. I got the stupid stain from the joss sticks I was holding with my wet hands when I went to clean my ancestors' grave months ago. Haha~ I'm good at procrastinating things, don't I?? Went home after the washing was done and by the minute I was going to doze off, I got a message from yks. He and Wen Chiang were planning to drop by my place after their tuition. So I called them to give them directions to my house and the most shocking thing happenned. Wen Chiang was touching my dog and suddenly, my dog jumped and bit him. Ouch! Luckily just a scratch and a little bleeding. I'm so sorry Wen Chiang... Without further delay, I invited them into my room. This is the best time for me to switch on my air-con because my mum doesn't allow me to switch on the air-con unless it's really late or my friends are in my room. Haha~ They left around 6.40 and I enjoyed their visit. I’m glad I have someone to talk to when I was super bored. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S. Sorry for long winded essay. It has been awhile where I've not written so freakin' long. It's either you have a lot of patience because you have just read something that long and you're still awake or you have a crush on me :) Just kidding... Haha~ anywhere, thanks for reading. Really appreciate your attention on me... Hehe~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sweet dreams...&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/3887602709022181951-3392814850385334285?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/3392814850385334285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=3392814850385334285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3392814850385334285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3392814850385334285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/08/monday-240807.html' title=':D'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-7743330636899623603</id><published>2009-08-23T19:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:44:18.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This weekend has been pretty boring but not today. I've watched 5 episodes of HK drama series, You're Hired in a row and followed by a romantic and yet funny movie called P.S. I Love You. This movie is really good and interesting. It shows how hard for people to be able to move on after losing someone you love deeply. There were a few moment which made my eyes wet (FYI, I didn't cry. Just my eyes got a little wet, literally.) Anyway, I just love movies like this where there's touching moments and funny moments. Love them all. This weekend has not been very productive. I didn't clean my room and I've been saying this for the past few weeks. “I am going to clean my room by today.” Well, I guess ‘today’ has been a few days. Let’s not mention bout it? It's stressing me out XD. Speaking bout stress, it reminds me of my test. Guess what??? I'm in the bottom 5 in my class. Yeah, you heard that. It's not an optical illusion or something. Haha XD. It's a joke. Get it?? Ah, nevermind. Here's something I saw from my friend's blog. Quite interesting. So I've decided to post it here. Hope you don't mind. Don't sue me due to copyright. Haha XD~ I'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What is love?.. well if it makes you(r):&lt;br /&gt;heart flutters when he/ she smiles at you..&lt;br /&gt;heart skip a beat when he/she gets close to you..&lt;br /&gt;Miss him/her terribly when you can't see him/her&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of him/her makes you feel happy&lt;br /&gt;Notice the way your own look / the way you talk when he/her is around..&lt;br /&gt;Heart and feelings gets bloated inside because your are elated when he /her just talked to you..&lt;br /&gt;Eyes always follow him/her whenever he/she goes..&lt;br /&gt;Notice his/her every movement&lt;br /&gt;You are happy when he/she is happy&lt;br /&gt;Sad ..When she/he is sad..&lt;br /&gt;Smile for no reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;then, conclusion= you are in love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If you see him/her :&lt;br /&gt;Talking happily with another guy/ girl .. you feel a knot in your chest&lt;br /&gt;Not talking to you .. and feel a knot in your chest&lt;br /&gt;Treats you like a friend and nothing more.. and you feel like suffocating..&lt;br /&gt;Smiling and you feel a pang of sadness.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then conclusion= you are in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So are you in love???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I'm in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&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/3887602709022181951-7743330636899623603?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/7743330636899623603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=7743330636899623603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7743330636899623603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7743330636899623603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/08/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S. I Love You'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-4619101834768911207</id><published>2009-08-21T00:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:34:50.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many Things, Too Little Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lately I've tons of things to blog about but I just feel so damn lazy to even move my fingers on the keyboard. Ok, maybe I'll just simplified stuff. Make things easier. Hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first ever telematch I participated, especially made for the entire Form 6 in my school. There were only 4 stations due to time restriction. And guess what??? There's something really embarrassing actually happenned to me (as usual =.=" I'm fat and clumsy. And did I mention stupid???). There were only two groups left and there’s only one champion. Everyone was excited and eager to know which team is going to grab the title, champion. The two groups were my group, Gemini and Scorpio. Wen Chiang (my friend a.k.a. yum lou XD) was in Scorpio. When Mr. Alex announced that my team won, I jumped of joy. I mean seriously, I jumped. The minute my feet touches the ground, I teased Wen Chiang for being the loser because my team has beaten his team. Right after I teased him, I found out that the teacher was actually trying to create suspend, the title champion actually belongs to Scorpio. I was so bloody embarrassed. First, I JUMPED (as u all know, I'm huge and when I jump, I look like a hippopotamus doing ballet) and second, I was cocky because of my victory and now I’m the loser. The moral of the story is always be humble no matter what happens. You'll never know what will happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually quite happy because I enjoyed myself very much during the telematch but happiness doesn't last long. My emotion was affected by something (it's not your fault, I'm glad you shared with me though it affects me. At least you feel better because this shows we are BFF. Haha~ ^^). Lately I've been indulging myself with Gossip Girl so that I wouldn't have time to think unnecessary stuff and being emo. Luckily God has sent me a bunch of clowns to cheer me up. Listening to them talking and joking in Skype does make me feel better and happy. Once again, thank you God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nothing really special happen but I went out with my primary school friends to Dreambox. My voice was not in a good condition due to lacking sleeping time. But anyway it was fun going out with you guys. I enjoyed myself very much. Love your whistle register Irfan. Wish I could do that. I think we should sing more. It was like we were not as good as we used to be. Haha~ XD Thanks guys! ^^ Well, I guess I have to stop here. I'm tired. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SamueL FonG signing off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-4619101834768911207?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/4619101834768911207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=4619101834768911207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/4619101834768911207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/4619101834768911207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-many-things-to-do-too-little-time.html' title='Too Many Things, Too Little Time.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-6588283970429114311</id><published>2009-08-18T23:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:13:03.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Fuck Is Wrong With You People???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the past few days my mood was like a roller coaster ride. I experienced different kinda mood in a day. For a moment I was happy, awhile I was annoyed, later I was sad. I am freakin' annoyed. First I couldn't do my Physics report. Followed by a string of Fs in my first monthly test. And now, there are some moronic idiots talking to me as if I'm the punching bag for them to release their stress and anger. I'm freakin' sick of this attitude. If you wanna make it this way, fine with me. I'll NEVER talk to you anymore since I'm such a pain in the ass. Tomorrow I am not going to talk to anyone unless is crucial. I'm sick of people don't appreciate conversation with me and treating me like dirt. Moreover I have two friends who their msn account has some problem and keep spamming those weird links, making my mood even worse and sorry to say this I have to block them. But I'll unblock them after asking them to change their passwords so that this irritating problem can be solved. Why must my life be so fuckin' annoying??? ISH!!! You wanna piece of me huh??? I'll give you what you asked for. There will be no mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin' Annoyed Bitch signing off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-6588283970429114311?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/6588283970429114311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=6588283970429114311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6588283970429114311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6588283970429114311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-fuck-is-wrong-with-you-people.html' title='What The Fuck Is Wrong With You People???'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-6746844789943860012</id><published>2009-08-17T17:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:20:42.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know I Can Be Bitchy Sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm really sorry. I know sometimes when I talk, my tone is a bit loud and a little bit annoying (OKOK, it's very loud and annoying. U're happy now??? =.="). I'm really sorry for being a bitch especially to Melody and Ivan. Poor Melody. Just wanna see how my English bulletin board was and I said to her "Can you please don't stay away from me? I think I'm going to kill someone." So guilty man after those words came out from my mouth. I'm sorry Melody. And for Ivan, it's my fault for using such a tone when it comes to discussing. I'm sorry. I know you have your problems ad and yet I'm being inconsiderate. I was really moody when my bulletin board looked like a pile of cow dung that I don't even know it's cow dung =.=". And I got angry of Ivan for saying "Since you love to win so much, how do you want to decorate the board?" I was really mad for those words. So I replied, "Since I don't feel like winning, you decorate it." Haha~ I know. Sometimes I'm a bitch (OKOK, I'm always a bitch. U're happy now??? =.="). And so he left and I stared at that piece of shit and I started to think what to do with it. I couldn't stand the imperfection of it. Suddenly, I thought of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. It's a story from the Bible and was adapted to a musical by Andrew Lloyd Webber. So I went around collect leftovers colour papers and start to make my own coat of many colours. And it's perfect. Hehe~ Thanks to my group member. Luckily Ivan didn't decorate, or else this masterpiece would not exist. Haha~ Anyway, I'm really sorry again. I'll try to control myself next time and never let the inner bitch taken over me again. Haha~ I wonder where do I hear that from???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Samson!!! We celebrated his birthday in class today and it was hilarious where he has to pull out a candle out of the cake using his mouth but at the same time worrying that we'll push his face to the cake XD. It took so long for him to pull that stupid candle from the cake. Haha~ it’s really fun and enjoying being in this class. If it was for them, I guessed I've filled in the form to transfer. You guys made me wanna struggle for this one and a half year. I will do my best and make sure my decision is right. Let us all struggle together and make sure no regrets in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-6746844789943860012?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/6746844789943860012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=6746844789943860012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6746844789943860012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6746844789943860012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-i-can-be-bitchy-sometimes.html' title='I Know I Can Be Bitchy Sometimes.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-8061161024576088315</id><published>2009-08-15T12:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:18:33.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh~ I'm really emo when I'm at home. I dunno why. I think I should make myself busy so that I won't think so much. I just can't take it anymore. I just can't take her off my mind. Every morning when I open my eyes, she's the first one that came to my mind. I know this sounds a little creepy. It's like I'm obsessed with her =.=". Why is she so addictive??? She's like a personal heroin for me. It's like a demon I can't face down. I want to let go. No. I'm letting go. I want my life back. Though your smile lighten my world, though your laughter made my day, I'm letting you go. It's time for me to move on. That's the best thing for me to do. Here's a song that is really showing how I feel. It's Addicted by my idol, Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9FszmtVT4o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9FszmtVT4o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Addicted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's like you're a drug&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're a demon&lt;br /&gt;I can't face down&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm stuck&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm running from you all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I let you have all the power&lt;br /&gt;It's like the only company I seek is misery all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're a leech&lt;br /&gt;Sucking the life from me&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I let you have all the power&lt;br /&gt;And I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't see anything&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but you I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't think&lt;br /&gt;Without you interrupting me&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts, in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;You've taken over me&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm not me&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm giving up slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're a ghost that's haunting me&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;And I know these voices in my head are mine alone&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll never change my ways&lt;br /&gt;If I don't give you up now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't see anything&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but you I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't think&lt;br /&gt;Without you interrupting me&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts, in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;You've taken over me&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm not me&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked on you&lt;br /&gt;I need a fix&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;Just one more hit&lt;br /&gt;I promise I can deal with it&lt;br /&gt;I'll handle it, quit it&lt;br /&gt;Just one more time, then that's it&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit more to get me through this&lt;br /&gt;[2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't see anything&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but you I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't think&lt;br /&gt;Without you interrupting me&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts, in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;You've taken over me&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm not me&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm not me&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/3887602709022181951-8061161024576088315?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/8061161024576088315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=8061161024576088315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/8061161024576088315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/8061161024576088315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/08/addicted_15.html' title='Addicted.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-4410091701685717674</id><published>2009-08-12T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:21:02.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Ain't My Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was not really my day. I've just found out that I failed my Chemistry though I've already predicted that I'm gonna do really really bad in this test but it's just kinda hard to face the reality sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really tired of pretending and I'm sick of wearing a mask when it comes to her. I know it's 99.99% that it's not gonna happen but it's just the 0.01% that keep me holding on to it. Maybe I should listened to what yks said. I should just feel what I want to feel and don't try to pretend I don't feel that way. Who knows by doing this I'll feel much better and it's easier to let go. "Love you enough to let you go", a line from Already Gone which is easy to be said than to be done. From now onwards, I'm gonna wear my heart on my sleeves. No more pretending, no more hiding. Just being the real me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's gonna be a meteor shower tonight (early Thursday morning to be exact). The meteor shower is best viewed from 1.30am to 4am on Thursday (13/08/09) according to The Star online. Never seen a meteor shower before. I'll watch and make a wish. A little wish wouldn't hurt. Hehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-4410091701685717674?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/4410091701685717674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=4410091701685717674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/4410091701685717674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/4410091701685717674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-maze-love-is-riddle_12.html' title='Today Ain&apos;t My Day.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-8205518982007092369</id><published>2009-08-11T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:22:30.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forced To Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah. You’re right. There’s nothing wrong with your eyes. I was forced to post this post. Weird huh??? Anyway, I was BLACKMAILED to record a short part of a song. I was tricked, conned and used. I was talking to Sang Tuan thru msn and he requested me to sing a song. As usual, I'll reject but he insisted and begged so I agreed. Poor me, just like a young little lamb being lured to the lion's mouth without sensing the danger that is going to come. It was a trap! Then he requested Lucky by Jason Mraz and I sang the verse and a lil bit of the chorus cuz I don't really know the song well. A few minutes later, he sent sumthing to me. It was a sound clip named "Long Choy". My first reaction was, "&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;WTF!?!! I was tricked!!!&lt;/span&gt;" I open the sound clip and totally hated myself and that horrible voice. I demanded him to delete it but he said he wanna upload it on Youtube. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARGHHHH!!! I HATE HIM!!! ISH!!!&lt;/span&gt; Why am I so easily being tricked??? I guess I'm just too naive and innocent (Haha~ very funny….). Here's the video he made and the short part of the song re-record by me because I don't want him to upload the disgusting, low quality sound clip he recorded without my notice and intention. If you were wondering who the female voice belongs to, she's a singer-songwriter from Australia who recorded Colbie part into the karaoke and uploaded it on Youtube. So, I just record the song with her karaoke. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sorry to Jason and Colbie's fans because I totally butchered the song&lt;/span&gt;... XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;PS: Be prepared before you wanna listen to this recording because according to the whole family of yks, this recording is making them puke and it's a form of sound pollution. Any damage done after listening, it's all under your own responsibility. Listen at your own risk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/68YaKGeo5os&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/68YaKGeo5os&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-8205518982007092369?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/8205518982007092369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=8205518982007092369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/8205518982007092369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/8205518982007092369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/08/forced-to-post.html' title='Forced To Post.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-2566989659108614718</id><published>2009-08-09T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:11:19.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Before My First Test in Form 6.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess what I did today??? It's easy-nothing. Didn't really study and wasted a lot of time on facebook. I'm ADDICTED to it. Haha~ I was so stressed today that I went to a nearby mini mart and bought a big bar of chocolate. At first I wanted to buy Big Apple doughnuts but unfortunately the road in DP was jam like hell so I didn't go. Don't like to get caught in the traffic jam. It feels like in hell especially u wanna go home and study (that's wat u always think when exams r coming though it will never happen). Anyway, I think I'll continue studying PA or I'll sleep if I can't take it any longer. Have a nice day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-2566989659108614718?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/2566989659108614718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=2566989659108614718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2566989659108614718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/2566989659108614718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-before-my-first-test-in-form-6.html' title='A Day Before My First Test in Form 6.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-6296456386294001752</id><published>2009-08-07T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:06:08.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' Much Better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wanna noe why I feelin much better??? It's because finally I blurted out to 3 people. It's not longer private and confidential. It's leaked. Haha~ Anyway, today I was chosen to represent GBS for public speaking kinda competition just meant for the lower sixes. At first I wasn't nominated, Rachel and Karen were the ones selected but when they were doing their thing on the stage today, Mr Mani called me to try out by using Rachel's speech because he said he wanna listen to my voice. Haha~ u heard dat??? LISTEN TO MY VOICE. Haha~ so I went up the stage and started to read out the speech as if I'm givin' a speech. I was damn bloody nervous. My hands were trembling and I couldn't breathe properly. Useless bugger!!! I couldn't even pronoun some words properly. It's like I got my tongue tight or I have lisp =.=". And the competition is like next week!!! Saturday, 15 of August and my first monthly test is also next week. Free periods will be used to practice the speech and for sure I'll flunk my test because I usually do last minute revision and now I don't think I have time to revise. SHiT!! FYI, today I just found out that GBS Music Club is organising an inter-clubs singing competition which will be held on 19/08/09 if I'm not mistaken. For more info, please refer to the Music Club board. I'm so joining. The winner of this competition will be given the title "GBS Idol". I just can't wait to join and even though if I didn't win, I'll still learn something. "Experience is a good teacher" they say so no harm to participate. Till next time. Peace out ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-6296456386294001752?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/6296456386294001752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=6296456386294001752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6296456386294001752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6296456386294001752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/08/feelin-much-better.html' title='Feelin&apos; Much Better.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-1654244428458586757</id><published>2009-08-05T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:58:51.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Help! My neck is still very painful. It's like it's gonna break and my head will just fall off from my neck. I was supposed to be alright by yesterday but after I took my afternoon nap yesterday, my neck began to hurt again. I think it's really my sleeping posture dat caused this annoying pain. When I was taking my afternoon nap yesterday, I was listening to my ipod and I don't want to spoil my ear piece so I sort of lifted my head a bit and I fell asleep. So I guess because of that posture, I hurt my neck. STUPID ME =.=" ARGHHHH!!! I can't take it any longer, it's drivin' me nuts. This pain is really making me exhausted. When I was waitin' for the red lights to turn to green today, I FELL ASLEEP!!! Then suddenly when I woke up, I was in the middle of the road and the traffic light was already gone green. Haha~ thank God I just fell asleep for a few minutes or else people will be stopping by and start knocking my window to wake me up in the middle of the road. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is Liza's B'day and we planned to celebrate with her in school where we will order McD by delivery. Unfortunately, Mcvalue meals are not available through delivery and when I was taking my order, I was in the teachers' toilet. I couldn't make the decision whether to buy or not to buy what the whole class have ordered because they thought that we are buying under Mcvalue meals. So, the plan was cancelled. Too bad. No Fillet o Fish for me... sob sob but we manage to do sumthing for Liza. We sang B'day song to her loudly in the canteen, ignoring what other people might think of us. Haha~ That was really fun ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I had a little chit chat with Rachel today when we were playing the neediest game in the world, scrabble. Haha~ we were talking bout aspirations in life and actually I don't really know what I want in life but 1 thing for sure, it is money. It's not because I'm materialistic or sumthing. It’s juz that I need money to be the breadwinner of my family and be able to do what I LOVE to do without worrying about my financial. But one thing Rachel said is also true; we should go for what we want in life and not just for the money because there is no point earning a lot of money but you HATE your job. That's so true. Usually, the question of "Money" or "Passion" will pop out whenever teenagers are thinking bout their ambitions or dreams. This question is actually very subjective. It doesn't mean that when you have chosen "Passion" then you will be poor or something. No, it's not like that. You'll still be able to earn a living, maybe it's not much. The "enough" to describe the amount you earned is depends on you yourself. If you think it's enough then it's enough. If you think it's not enough then it's not enough. And of course if you ask me this question, I'll choose "Passion" but maybe with a little influence of "Money". Ok, I know it's confusing. What I was trying to say is I'll choose a job that I can still manage to like it and at the same time it's able to have a more secure financial support but at the same time doing what I love to do most. It's just like killing two birds with one stone. Though it's not easy but at least you're able to do what you love the most in life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-1654244428458586757?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/1654244428458586757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=1654244428458586757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1654244428458586757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/1654244428458586757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/08/help-me.html' title='Help Me!!!'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-6765550158691765513</id><published>2009-08-04T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T02:08:00.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day Another Drama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was another day where I do nothing but sleeping and eating. I HATE myself!!! Can someone hit me at the face and wake me up??? Sigh~ I guess I need a miracle to wake me up from my deep sleep which will cause me to fall into the abyss of shame and humiliation. Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have colloquium this morning. It was my class turn to present and today was all about a subject I don't quite like, Maths. Melody's group was assigned to present their research about obesity and of course including Mathematics formulae. They did quite good but they made a few mistakes in their presentation which they had missed out during the process of making the power point and these mistakes were pointed out by other Form 6 classes Maths teachers. Guess what happen next??? Our Maths teacher came into our class and he was FURIOUS. He made us stand right after we greeted him and he started to nag and complain like an old man. What he was trying to tell us was he's angry because other people will think that he didn't know how to teach because the coding method used was wrong. All he cares was him but himself. He's not upset or worried that we still couldn't do coding method well but he's angry because we embarrassed him. WTF!!! So, I answered to all his questions that my friends couldn't or dare not answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The axis and the mistakes on the graph wasn't totally their fault. It's because they are not use to using computers to draw histogram and before this they wanted to draw the graph and the histogram in graph paper and scan them into the computer but one of the members had did it so they didn't do so. Speaking bout the coding method, it's not Sir's fault that they did wrong because it's we ourselves have not mastered the method. Not Sir didn't or don't know how to teach or something. So no point saying who's wrong and who's right now. We should treat this as a lesson well learnt."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha~ A little rude you might say but that's what I told him and he just doesn't feel like quitting so he continued his searching for the cause of this so called disgracing presentation. After yakking for almost half an hour, he stopped. He started his lesson and then Xin Hui got up from her seat and informed him that she's going home. After she left, I told him that she was sick since yesterday and yet she forced herself to come just to present her work and his expression began to change. He started feeling guilty because he scolded her for the wrong assume mean used in the coding method and what's so funny was he asked for her phone number so that he could some sort to apologise XD. Weird fella =.=" And he started to crack some jokes so that the scenario wasn't so stiff and continued his lesson. LAME rite??? Haha~ FYI, I did my first Physics experiments and it's strange that I begin to like Physics by a little. Yeah, a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm feeling tired by the minute. I'll stop here. Nitez everyone. Sweet dreams~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-6765550158691765513?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/6765550158691765513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=6765550158691765513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6765550158691765513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/6765550158691765513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-was-another-day-where-i-do.html' title='Another Day Another Drama.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-3158895608032560133</id><published>2009-08-04T01:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T07:03:05.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Monday Blues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, you heard that. No more Monday blues for me because I got plenty of free periods on Monday. Haha~ I didn't really study lately though my first monthly test is coming. It's next week and yet I did nothing but slacking!!! =.=" The history is repeating, just like when my SPM was coming, I did the exact same thing-eat, sing, sleep. Oh God!!! Please help me to change. I don't want to end up with bad results in STPM and suffer for the rest of my life. I really need your help. Bless me, protect me, watch over me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew~ Today I'm feeling so much better than yesterday. So much better. Maybe because I'm able to meet u noe who. It's just a maybe. I don't really know the reason why I'm happy today. Hopefully, it will go away like any typical crushes. Sigh~ how I wish it's already gone.... Anyway, the sad part of today was, I hurt my neck. When I woke up this morning, I could feel the pain on my neck. I kept repeating these lines in my class the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"I'm DYING!!! My neck is killin' me!!! And I think my head is gonna fall off!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I'm still alive. Haha~ I even went shopping with my siblings in Tesco. We were hunting for sandwiches ingredients such as tuna spread, salad, mayonnaise, eggs, cheese, sausages, tomatoes, and bread. I can't wait to taste them. They're in my fridge now and hopefully I can keep them till recess because I'm afraid I'll finish them off before I reach my school XD. I'm going off to bed now cuz my neck is gonna break =.=". C y'all next time. Ciao...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-3158895608032560133?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/3158895608032560133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=3158895608032560133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3158895608032560133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/3158895608032560133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-more-monday-blues.html' title='No More Monday Blues.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-479083527808787825</id><published>2009-08-02T19:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:31:41.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallin' For You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh~ I'm feeling very weird today. Maybe it's emo, I just dunno. I feel like crying but I can't. It's miserable. What is wrong with me??? Sometimes I do want to be a robot where I have no feelings or at least I can set my mood to and whenever I want. Sigh~ I wanted to talk to somebody but I just dunno wat to talk about. I'm getting weirder by each day. Hmmm~ Here's a song that kinda makes me a little happy but at the same time making me hysterically sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="322" width="512"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v217259106&amp;amp;vid=5608368&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;intl=us&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//d.yimg.com/ec/image/v1/video/217259106%3Bsize%3D385x231&amp;amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="322" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=v217259106&amp;vid=5608368&amp;lang=en-us&amp;intl=us&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//d.yimg.com/ec/image/v1/video/217259106%3Bsize%3D385x231&amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;But I think I may be fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;Dropping so quickly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should keep this to myself&lt;br /&gt;Waiting 'til I know you better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE:&lt;br /&gt;I am trying not to tell you&lt;br /&gt;But I want to&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of what you'll say&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm hiding what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tired of holding this inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending all my time&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about ya&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;And now I found ya&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm standing here&lt;br /&gt;And you hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Pull me towards you&lt;br /&gt;And we start to dance&lt;br /&gt;All around us&lt;br /&gt;I see nobody&lt;br /&gt;Here in silence&lt;br /&gt;It's just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just can't take it&lt;br /&gt;My heart is racing&lt;br /&gt;The emotions keep spinning out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;I want you all around me&lt;br /&gt;And now I just can't hide it&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;I want you all around me&lt;br /&gt;And now I just can't hide it&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh&lt;br /&gt;Oh no no&lt;br /&gt;Oooooohhh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm fallin' for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-479083527808787825?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/479083527808787825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=479083527808787825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/479083527808787825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/479083527808787825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/07/fallin-for-you.html' title='Fallin&apos; For You.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-5660229303613279240</id><published>2009-08-02T04:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:57:24.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Exhilarating Night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to GBS PBSM campfire and manage to ask Melody go. Haha~ she’s very weird; for awhile she wanted to go and the next second she dun feel like going. So I told her that Rachel and Kok Boon are going and I listed those from our class who are going and finally she decided to go. Speaking bout Rachel, I asked her to go on Friday but she doesn't want to. At last she went because Kok Boon dragged her out of the house. So I "merajuk" and din talk to her XD. It was fun!!! But after a few minutes, I gave up =.=". The campfire wasn't fun at all. All we do most of the time there was sitting and listening to the emcees’ lame jokes and their yakking. We barely dance, unlike those campfire I went where we danced till our feet hurt. Luckily the performances were quite interesting. They had invited CHS Band to perform and the most interesting performance was MJ dance done by two dancers from my school; I think so because I think I've seen them before in my school. Anyway, last night I've just found out that Kok Boon can really dance. His moves are really nice and I'm so envy of him because I dance like a log =.=". Honestly, I suck in dancing and whenever I danced, I'll imagine myself as a hippopotamus dancing and making a fool out of myself. Haha~ before the campfire ended, we sneaked out of the school and went to have satay celup. Guess how many sticks I ate??? I ate 38 sticks of satay celup!!! It's freakin' scary, I know. Sigh~ this is how I have such a "healthy" and "perfect" body. Anyway, I really enjoyed myself but not because of the campfire but the time we have fun together. Thank you so much! Haha~ cheesy??? I know right??? Haha~ Have to sleep now or else I’ll faint. Till next time….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3887602709022181951-5660229303613279240?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/5660229303613279240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=5660229303613279240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/5660229303613279240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/5660229303613279240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/08/exhilarating-night.html' title='An Exhilarating Night.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-4076230231243819279</id><published>2009-07-31T22:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:54:52.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^ Happy ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah! You're right. I'm really happy right now. No emo stuff today. Haha~ Today time passes very quickly even for Physics class, all thanks to me. You see, we were supposed to use the lab during English class and I was supposed to make sure we are able to use the lab without any obstacles. At first I thought everything was under my control but the fact was, it was all just an illusion. We have to shift from lab to class and to lab again because there were other classes wanted to use the lab for their Science class. So sorry guys, have to cause you guys to move up and down and wasted a lot of ur precious time. My bad. I'm really sorry especially to Kin Sum and Li-Za for going north, south, east and west just to look for and inform our Physics teacher about the changing of location. So sorry... Anyway, just came back from MP with Joachim. We went to buy present for James. His birthday is on this coming Tuesday. I hope he'll love it. We bought a white SODA shirt for him. It's really nice but too bad, they don't have my size T.T which is why I don't really like shopping for clothes; clothes that I like is either they don't look good on me or there's no size. It's a very tragic thing. What to do, I'm here to "balance" the world if you know what I mean. Haha~ Before that, we were having our dinner in Wok &amp;amp; Pan, a restaurant where they serve eastern dishes and western dishes. I've ordered a marinated pork chop with mushroom cream and a glass of chocolate ice blended. I just LOVE chocolate!!! ^^ No wonder its so hard to buy clothes =.=" Now lets take a look at some pictures I took in MP which caught my attention:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364644040111337634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SnMLVNVAsKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Htxm_dgUtZU/s320/31072009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Typical Malaysian. Last minute shopping when the shopping complex was going to close in a bout 10 minutes =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364643069037293442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SnMKcry6r4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/U1qtbqx89ew/s320/31072009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Why does the clothes only look nice on them but not me??? Hmmm, I wonder why.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364643077011322354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SnMKdJgEtfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qriZ8uXb5Sg/s320/31072009(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Guess why was the queue so freakin' long though it was already 10PM???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364643081093758098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SnMKdYtZvJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zl8xon6QHsU/s320/31072009(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Answer: Baskin Robbins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every 31st of the month, there will be a 31% off for any purchase of ice-cream from BR. So most of them will buy BR ice-cream and enjoy them slowly for the next two months before the next 31st comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364643080760102818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SnMKdXd2j6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ON--8QUdh-A/s320/31072009(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just couldn't stand this vacancy notice. It's so racist!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've noticed that a lot of my classmates are stressed out because of the coming first monthly test. Chill out guys. Don't think too much. Just study as much as you can. It's just the beginning. So what if you fail this time? (CHOI!!!) It doesn't mean that you'll fail your STPM. Remember, success is not a destination but a process. Never give up if you've fail this time. Try harder next time. Try to reach for the stars and even though you couldn't; at least you've touch the clouds. Remember my words...Good luck to all of you out there who are going to have your examinations soon! All the best from me!!! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SamueL FonG, signing off....&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/3887602709022181951-4076230231243819279?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/4076230231243819279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=4076230231243819279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/4076230231243819279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/4076230231243819279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy.html' title='^^ Happy ^^'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/SnMLVNVAsKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Htxm_dgUtZU/s72-c/31072009(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887602709022181951.post-7366065076656111859</id><published>2009-07-31T17:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T17:23:14.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Already Gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lately I'm in love. In love with this song and its music video. I must at least watch the music video more than 10 times a day XD!!! The message potrayed is very deep and meaningful. By watching it once or twice, it is hard to get the video because the version that the director wanted wasn't like that. Here's what I read from the website about Already Gone video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fjIZq3lvxHk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fjIZq3lvxHk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The director, Joseph Kahn, posted on his Twitter that this version wasn't the way he liked. The music video was "censored" by RCA, because it was a little more "dark". As we've seen in My December, the record company doesn't post the results of dark version, only the light scenes, which made the video kind of boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Now let's talk about some details that made us think about Joseph's original version:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;- At 1:12 and 1:30 of the video, Kelly is looking in the mirror, but her reflection is only a flower, that means that the truth isn't in there, like she's a ghost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;- So she's dead in the video? We think so...at 0:37 there are shoes and a necklace and at 1:02, the same necklace appears again. Our theory is: the necklace, which represent the rope. Kelly committed suicide and her shoes are in the place she dropped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;- After that, on the stairs, the flower she is holding is a Calla lily, often used in funerals and represents the innocent and pure, and is associated with the sacred and peace;&lt;br /&gt;- Another thing is the instruments playing by themselves. As Kelly is dead, the video shows things that don't have life, all living things don't appear. That means that there are people playing these instruments, but as they are alive, they don't show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Before the video came out, Kelly said that she hurt her neck during the recording sessions, but as we saw, nothing could have caused this accident, so those scenes must has been cut. The longer, director's cut was originally on YouTube, but was removed due to a copyright claim by RCA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;We're sending messages on Twitter to Joseph Kahn and RCA asking them to post the original version of the video. Please help us ! Joseph is not satisfied that RCA "didn't like it" and didn't show the public the director's cut video.Let's remember that these are only theories about the history of the music video, we don't know if it's really like this...&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/3887602709022181951-7366065076656111859?l=my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/feeds/7366065076656111859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3887602709022181951&amp;postID=7366065076656111859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7366065076656111859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887602709022181951/posts/default/7366065076656111859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-life-my-musical.blogspot.com/2009/07/already-gone_31.html' title='Already Gone.'/><author><name>SamueL FonG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322178209601906073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VdCR2wYiDs/TQJMaX2sG4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DRVf43h0iGM/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
