<?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-6696286</id><updated>2012-01-24T21:56:09.199+07:00</updated><title type='text'>.. but the road calls my name to survive ..</title><subtitle type='html'>hi, call me Jean. i'm nineteen by april 2005. currently i reside in KL to further my study on Graphic Design. I lead a very hectic life, but I'm also trying to enjoy every little bits of excitement of it at the same time. I love all kinds of art-related activities. Currently I'm listening to John Lennon, The Beatles and Saybia. ^^</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111958700917410248</id><published>2005-06-24T11:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:23:29.193+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just randomly dropping by ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July is coming soon. :O half of the year have passed just like dat? geez. &lt;br /&gt;Guess I won't talk too much here, just checking in. Kekekek. Neway if u notice it, i've already closed down my Friendster, no more Friendster-related question (how did u take those pictures? where did u take those pics? who are those ppl? where did u d/l the fonts? *not dat i don't want to share though, but i just hate those intimidating look while they're asking moi* what? u're single? hahahaha.. married? in a relationship? like why the fuck u should care about my status?), no more friendster whore pics sight ==&gt; yayness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess real life is getting better ;) virtual life is getting lonelier and lonelier with each passing day~ don't care though. bahahaahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i came back here, i've:&lt;br /&gt;- seen mr. n mrs smith&lt;br /&gt;- madagascar&lt;br /&gt;- in-laws, out-laws&lt;br /&gt;- we're not the worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- finished Jemima J&lt;br /&gt;- almost finished the five ppl u meet in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- been taking classical guitar lesson from a virtuoso~ am i spelling it right? kakakaka... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's all.. nyeh ;p bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111958700917410248?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111958700917410248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111958700917410248' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111958700917410248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111958700917410248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-randomly-dropping-by-p-july-is.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111600564450487110</id><published>2005-05-14T00:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T00:34:04.510+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; over. What is done, is done.&lt;br /&gt;You come to flirt now, no use, I tell you, i'm becoming numb already. Too late.&lt;br /&gt;Not that i've offered my heart to someone else, though.&lt;br /&gt;It takes time for me to start over.&lt;br /&gt;And this time, I really mean my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, &lt;br /&gt;come to see my life slowly ruining down?&lt;br /&gt;Again, too late.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd regained all my things back earlier than u expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been rethinking over this and that&lt;br /&gt;And finally came to a conclusion, &lt;br /&gt;that everything once went on, needs to stop now.&lt;br /&gt;Start afresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, well this is what someone told me previous years ago:&lt;br /&gt;Ur cellphone cannot hold too many messages at once. U will always need to clear up your inbox space in order to receive new ones.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeap. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing down my Friendster will take a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this is the farthest thing i can do up to this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the avid readers of this blog, those that I know and those that I don't know. Hopefully u did get something from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111600564450487110?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111600564450487110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111600564450487110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111600564450487110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111600564450487110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/it-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111555733693498698</id><published>2005-05-08T19:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T20:02:16.940+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I almost forgot that today's mother's day!!!!!!! hahahaah.. i got reminded after seeing lemot's nickname... thanks, mot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so envy my lil sis! she got the chance to get enrolled to &lt;a href="http://www.sekolah-djuwita.com/Campuses/CampusesfinalversionMedanJune.html"&gt;one of the most elite schools in medan&lt;/a&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waktu zaman gua dulu semuanya serba minimalis.. masuk sekolah biasa... *elit juga sih di masa itu, tapi ga seelit ini lah ;p gunanya elit kan buat ntar kalo uda gede naro di resume kan keren tuh hauakakak. maksa..*, trus minta maenan juga jarang dikasihhhhh.. hik hik... cici iri ama kamu, lyn!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111555733693498698?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111555733693498698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111555733693498698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111555733693498698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111555733693498698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-almost-forgot-that-todays-mothers.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111555702771055563</id><published>2005-05-08T19:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T19:57:07.716+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In My Life - John Lennon &amp; Paul McCartney&lt;br /&gt;- The Second You Sleep - Saybia&lt;br /&gt;- Here, There and Everywhere - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;- The Day After Tomorrow - Saybia&lt;br /&gt;- The Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice&lt;br /&gt;- You And Me - Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;- Hollaback Girl - Gwen Stefanni&lt;br /&gt;- Tentang Dia - Melly Goeslaw feat. Evan &gt;&gt; MY FAVE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111555702771055563?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111555702771055563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111555702771055563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111555702771055563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111555702771055563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/current-playlist-in-my-life-john.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111554569473670136</id><published>2005-05-08T16:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T16:48:14.740+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>current fave song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo men zhi jian chuang jin le zei&lt;br /&gt;tou zou xiang ai de yi qie&lt;br /&gt;bi de wo men shang hen lei lei&lt;br /&gt;fen shou zhi liu liang hang lei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni shuo jue ding cuo le wu suo wei&lt;br /&gt;jiu suan hou hui ye bu yao wo pei&lt;br /&gt;ai de ping dan ai de nong lie dou rang ni qiao cui&lt;br /&gt;wo zen me zuo&lt;br /&gt;ni dou ju jue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo lai dao ji mo bian jie ai yi shi qie xin zai tang zhe xie&lt;br /&gt;nan ren de wu jing shang tong dou suo jin hei ye&lt;br /&gt;mian dui bei pan yong liao jie hai shi liang jie&lt;br /&gt;ji mo bian jie shang xin ren hai you shui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo men zhi jian chuang jin le zei&lt;br /&gt;tou zou xiang ai de yi qie&lt;br /&gt;ai rang wo men shang hen lei lei&lt;br /&gt;jie ju zhi liu liang hang lei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni shuo jue ding cuo le wu suo wei&lt;br /&gt;jiu suan hou hui ye bu yao wo pei&lt;br /&gt;ai de ping dan ai de nong lie dou rang ni qiao cui&lt;br /&gt;wo zen me zuo&lt;br /&gt;ni dou ju jue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo lai dao ji mo bian jie ai yi shi qie xin zai tang zhe xie&lt;br /&gt;nan ren de wu jing shang tong dou suo jin hei ye&lt;br /&gt;mian dui bei pan yong liao jie hai shi liang jie&lt;br /&gt;ji mo bian jie shang xin ren hai you shui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo lai dao ji mo bian jie ai yi shi qie xin zai tang zhe xie&lt;br /&gt;guo qu de wu jing shang tong dou suo jin hei ye&lt;br /&gt;mian dui ai qing yong shi jian shou shi po sui&lt;br /&gt;ji mo bian jie shang xin ren yi xue hui an wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ji Mo Bian Jie (Loneliness) - Nicholas Zhang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111554569473670136?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111554569473670136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111554569473670136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111554569473670136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111554569473670136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/current-fave-song-wo-men-zhi-jian.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111554530877456967</id><published>2005-05-08T16:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T16:41:48.780+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was very determined today ;p i managed myself to finish my front + side view sketches.. submission is on this coming thursday. still lots to do though. *ganbatte ne!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what-to-do:&lt;br /&gt;monday: &lt;strike&gt;research for comm studies&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        film processing&lt;br /&gt;        HoA tutorial &gt;&gt; make a visual mindmap.. try to finish everything by this week! don't delay!! (okay i'm going to do this one tonight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: pass up malaysian studies review *actually i planned on finishing this by today, but i don't think if i'll have enough time liao*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: ionno what's on for that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday: pass up the 3 sketchbooks&lt;br /&gt;          watch the acrylic demonstration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday: layout approval...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much to do and yet so little time. eek!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, the good news is, i'm not as stressed as what i used to be anymore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly remember abt yesterday. there were 2 ppl who said 2 different things abt me. won't mention who they are though. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A said i was very dynamic. I had the 'cycle' hahaha.. for now okay, i might be very sweet to everyone but then at the next minute, i'll have changed drastically&lt;br /&gt;B said i was someone with a very strong principle in my life. i know what i want. and that's what that makes me stands out from the crowd, he means, stands out from the other girls outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm confused. hehe. btw just finished reading The Little Prince.. too old to read that book but who cares ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111554530877456967?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111554530877456967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111554530877456967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111554530877456967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111554530877456967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-was-very-determined-today-p-i.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111554022719091207</id><published>2005-05-08T15:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T15:17:07.370+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kalo mau jujur sih gua juga kangen ama &lt;em&gt;itu semua&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but as i said,&lt;br /&gt;memori itu cukup untuk dikenang.&lt;br /&gt;it ended because there's a reason.&lt;br /&gt;dan reason itu, terlebih2, elo yg set up.&lt;br /&gt;so, live with it.&lt;br /&gt;okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111554022719091207?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111554022719091207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111554022719091207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111554022719091207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111554022719091207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/kalo-mau-jujur-sih-gua-juga-kangen-ama.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111552771070303640</id><published>2005-05-08T11:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T11:48:30.706+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. Good afternoon. Bye =p~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111552771070303640?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111552771070303640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111552771070303640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111552771070303640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111552771070303640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111548764614321848</id><published>2005-05-08T00:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T00:40:46.146+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as i promised you, mr. bawel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;albert tjendekia: kalo orang put bet on you...on what you're gonna do or how you will be behaving...&lt;br /&gt;albert tjendekia: ngga bakal ada yang menang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tjendekia, Albert 2005. Retrieved: May 8th, 2005 from: y!m)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah, harvard referencing system gua juga ga jelek2 amet kan ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111548764614321848?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111548764614321848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111548764614321848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111548764614321848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111548764614321848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/as-i-promised-you-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111548078550625750</id><published>2005-05-07T22:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:46:25.510+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*pas nonton pilem tadi.. pas si Gadis ngomong Gua benci ama elo ke Randu... kan sedih tuh...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemot: hahhh sedih banget digituin.. &lt;br /&gt;purp: whuat.. sedihnya..&lt;br /&gt;me *di tengah*: BUAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHHAA!!!!!! liat de mukanya tu mirip banget ama kucing...&lt;br /&gt;lemot: aish...&lt;br /&gt;purp: diem.. pegi ih sono.. ganggu2 suasana aje... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ga ngerti de.. cowo kok bisa sentimentil gituh... aneeeehh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111548078550625750?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111548078550625750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111548078550625750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111548078550625750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111548078550625750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/pas-nonton-pilem-tadi.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111548058764177723</id><published>2005-05-07T22:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:43:07.646+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: laperrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr makan lagi yukssss *padahal abis bertengger dari secret recipe hehehehe*&lt;br /&gt;lemot: uda de... plis deeeeeeee... tu perut apa perut seee...&lt;br /&gt;purp: aduh ampun.. elu tuh cewe gitu loh.. &lt;br /&gt;me: hehehehe.. peace bouw.. ayuk yuk itu kenny rogers di depen ayuk yukk...&lt;br /&gt;lemot: jeanetteeee.. pelis!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;purp: cewe tu perlu yg namanya diet yu noe! &lt;br /&gt;me: shut .. up .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the word "diet"... GAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111548058764177723?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111548058764177723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111548058764177723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111548058764177723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111548058764177723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-laperrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-makan-lagi.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111547990871804334</id><published>2005-05-07T22:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:31:48.886+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>abt an hour ago i just came back from the mall.. hehehhehehe.. we went to pyramid again. and for movies again... weeheee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched TENTANG DIA.. what a gloomy and sad movie.. ='( there's a girl who sat behind me cried non-stoply, it made me want to cry as well ;'( i can relate the story to my life, and i can feel exactly what the main character feels, that's why.. :P i so love the soundtrack. anyone has it? here are a lil bit quotes that i get from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sekolah yang paling bae itu ya di dalem idup loe sendiri" (the best school ever in the world is your own life) &gt;&gt; bad translation... ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kalo loe uda siap nerima yg namanya cinta ama kematian, loe pasti uda siap nerima apa aja dalem idup loe" (if u're ready to accept love and death in your life, you must be ready to accept anything in your life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bla bla bla.. suddenly can't seem to remember anything ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shopped a lot today.. HELP!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111547990871804334?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111547990871804334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111547990871804334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111547990871804334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111547990871804334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/abt-hour-ago-i-just-came-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111536726889754584</id><published>2005-05-06T15:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T15:14:28.903+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiyeeeeeeeee........ aiyeeeeeeeeeeeee romantis yeeeeeeeeeeeeee............&lt;br /&gt;buakakakakkaaka..&lt;br /&gt;pegi sonoooooo&lt;br /&gt;pegi jauh2 dari siniiiiiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111536726889754584?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111536565436587144</id><published>2005-05-06T14:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T14:47:34.926+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i received a very surprising news from my old friend back in indo, that my ex-crush is getting married soon. he's quite mature already to get married, 31 by tis year ;) so can't help feeling happy :))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short brief between me and that guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to be quite closed to each other back in 2002. on weekends we're always up to 3 am in the morning on MSN :P he helped me a lot with my stuffs back then. always sweet to me but suddenly somehow something happened. and starting from thereon we didn't speak to each other anymore. hehe. :P he's mature alright but in relationship, i can say that he's pretty much childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh craving for chocolate.. helpie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111536565436587144?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111536565436587144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111536565436587144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111536565436587144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111536565436587144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-received-very-surprising-news-from.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111536056981095238</id><published>2005-05-06T13:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T13:24:42.783+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cicil: "at last.. i can feel &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; accomplished" *super-smiley face which i've not been seing since the semester started*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhh baby.. right one month away we're all flying back to indo.. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;===&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is weekend. do i still need to say that i'm so happy? but bad news is that i still have a morning class tomorrow, but fear not that's just a demonstration class. after seeing the lecturer demonstrating the whole thing then home will be the next destination :P dodol is flying back to indo to take care of her US visa by this sunday, while purp is flying back to spore to take care of some things, he told me he'd go by this sunday as well but i demanded him to change it to monday. because we're planning on to go to the movies with jay this sunday. heeheehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many of my friends are in the state of falling in love this week. i wonder why. it's like, torturing me y'know. they tend to draw heart-shaped things on the sketches we're told to do in a group, listen to superloveydoveyihateit ballad songs... blablablabla.. arck. *singlish accent on* LOVE SHUCKS YU NOE! *singlish accent off* but arck anyway, i don't care. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i'm going out groceryshopping with the girls. have not done it since godknowswhen. weeheehee... life issssss SUPERBBBBB.. ciaoooo!!!&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111530072905114062</id><published>2005-05-05T20:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T20:45:29.056+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;No one ever saw me like you do&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I could add up too&lt;br /&gt;I never knew just what a smile was worth&lt;br /&gt;But your eyes see everything without a single word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's somethin' in the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe that there's nothing in this world I can't be&lt;br /&gt;I never know what you see&lt;br /&gt;But there's somethin' in the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could freeze a moment in my mind&lt;br /&gt;It'll be the second that you touch your lips to mine&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to stop the clock, make time stands still&lt;br /&gt;'Cause, baby, this is just the way I always wanna feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagu cinta sih. gua suka. punya memori ama 'dia' dulu. tapi oh well, gua sukanya skrg bukan gara2 itu lagi. uda lewat mah kalo yg itu ;p the whole lyric is good. buat dulu itu sih good. buat skrg... i think it's all bull-sheet. ew. jangan2 saya sudah menjadi musuh dari pecinta lagi huakakaka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinta itu nyeremin. iiiiiiiiiiiiiii *shuddersssssssssssssssssssss*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111530072905114062?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111529896943836267</id><published>2005-05-05T20:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T20:16:09.443+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the aircon in my room has been making the unstoppably-super-annoying-icky sound... ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sir liu just moved out to the new apt. and he dropped a msg to me which he usually never did b4. flattered ;p it's sir liu for chrissake!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111529896943836267?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111529896943836267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111529896943836267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111529896943836267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111529896943836267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/aircon-in-my-room-has-been-making.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111528862449816772</id><published>2005-05-05T17:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T17:23:44.570+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've not been able to upload any files to Photobucket. Perhaps my account has gone overlimit. Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to cancel my account on FS. But then, think again, if I clicked the cancel button, then my whole connections with all my old friends would be deleted as well. ~ FS is a very troublesome thing to me. Perhaps the problem is on me myself, I don't like my profile to be checked on. But often I heard "Hey ahahah i checked on ur profile yesterday.. what status? single? hahahaha" and the such. nyeeeeehhh... and ppl nowadays are just plain too hooked up on it, when they do the projects, they open it, when they are doing nothing, they open it as well, to check on others' profiles, read their testimonials and everything. I often play around the bulletin board on FS too, but just that, and only if I'm really bored or stressed out. :/ Hate it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree with Louis now.. "no acc on friendster.. hate it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love hating eh. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111528862449816772?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111528862449816772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111528862449816772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111528862449816772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111528862449816772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/ive-not-been-able-to-upload-any-files.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111528533701754189</id><published>2005-05-05T16:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T16:28:57.093+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kalo emang eneg ngebaca ini ya udah. Pencet button 'X', gampang toh? &lt;br /&gt;Nulis blog itu sama dengan nulis novel. &lt;br /&gt;Dan readernya juga bisa milih dari sekian banyak blog yg betebaran di seantero dunia mana yg paling cocok dibaca ama mereka.&lt;br /&gt;I have many friends yg juga hobi blogging, tapi jujur juga ga semuanya gua suka baca.&lt;br /&gt;What is it with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==/==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "napa????? seneng gara2 ketemu Yvonneeeee? ehehehe"&lt;br /&gt;he: "yeeeeee yvonne muluuuu.. capek gua ah.. &lt;strong&gt;kemaren abis nemenin dia seharian&lt;/strong&gt;, makan ga abis lagi2 gua yg dijadiin tong sampah..."&lt;br /&gt;me: :) dot dot dot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pait, euy! :P tp cuman crush ding! dan yg berarti, cuman dateng 1 detik pergi 1 detik. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==/==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "seneng lagih ni anak.. nape sih loe.. gile banget ari ini? hyper..."&lt;br /&gt;he: "hehehe ya ga tau seneng ajeh..."&lt;br /&gt;me: "heuaehauheauea pasti gara2 ketemu yvonne di jalan de tadi"&lt;br /&gt;he: "kagaaaa.. weeeekk.. lagian gua ketemu yvonne ngapain juga cerita2 ama elo?"&lt;br /&gt;me: *bingung.. maksudnya apa ya?* auk ah lappp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cuman dateng 1 detik pergi 1 detik hehehehehe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==/==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, totally unrelated to those convos above~ &lt;br /&gt;seseorang ngaku tentang sesuatu kemarin. pas pertama denger di telepon, gua sih biasa aja. eh tapi semakin lama gua makin mikir.. "loh kok?" how come! dalem kurun waktu setaon doang dia bisa berubah total. yg dulunya asli sumpah orang yg paling gua banggain tiba2 berubah jadi brengsek yg gua ga kenal lagi. ;( u disappoint me A LOT! tapi ya berhubung gua ama dia juga uda ga deket bbrp minggu belakangan ini, yah uda gua ngambil sikap biasa aja.. cuek2 aje. ga gua benci ato apa2. itu hak dia lah mo ngapain. dan resiko kenapa dulu gua deket. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laper neeee... kriuk kriukkk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111528533701754189?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111528533701754189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111528533701754189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111528533701754189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111528533701754189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/kalo-emang-eneg-ngebaca-ini-ya-udah.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111528467017720326</id><published>2005-05-05T16:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T16:17:50.183+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't switch off my laptop last night. And as I woke up this morning, I opened up the lid.. and found a very sweet picture message on my MSN screen... from Sir Liu... teehee. ^^ He drew the Forever Friends image himself with GUD MORNING text on it ^^ that made my day a loottt.. and then bit later after that, purple called me telling me to open the door for him -.-" soooo disturbing ah you!! @%^@!!!!!! =p~ hehehe kidding la. he came to return my silver marker and my fancy thread and borrowed my printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the latest bus to school and took the early bus home today teehee. I had my final drawing test today, not bad lah :P and lablabalbalablabla.. many stuffs on campus but lazy to tell liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go shopping!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111528467017720326?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111528467017720326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111528467017720326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111528467017720326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111528467017720326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-didnt-switch-off-my-laptop-last.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111521976005753747</id><published>2005-05-04T22:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:16:00.063+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a lot of lessons have been learnt recently. semua yg terjadi, well, absurd pertamanya.. always succesfully made me break down at the first place, tapi yah in the end it was always worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ga tau deh. mulai dari gua break-upan ampe skrg.. rasanya segala aspek idup gua tuh uda berubah total. no, not that the heartbroken things that got me into this shit. ngga.. gua kalo heartbroken juga cuek ajeh paling sedih untuk bbrp saat then will move on again. hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sori kalo ga bisa cerita terlalu banyak. karena sebenernya masi ada orang yg ga seharusnya ngebuka page ini tapi masi aja tetep buka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kejujuran kadang nyakitin, tapi lebi bagus nyakitin skrg daripada ntar2.&lt;br /&gt;uda immuned kalo misal loe ngaku loe uda pernah ngedeketin sapaaaa gituh. &lt;br /&gt;it's my right to love.&lt;br /&gt;tapi tenang, gua tau bates.&lt;br /&gt;i won't get u into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;for that is not what love is supposed to be functioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kebal ama yg namanya jatuh cinta?&lt;br /&gt;ga juga.&lt;br /&gt;gua percaya true love will come someday. &lt;br /&gt;apa yg uda pernah dilakuin di masa lalu, ya udah, diambil pelajaran aja n cukup buat dikenang aja.&lt;br /&gt;masi banyak yg bakal terjadi di depan mata.&lt;br /&gt;just be well-prepared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"time waits for no man" &gt;&gt; thanks ara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111521976005753747?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111521976005753747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111521976005753747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111521976005753747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111521976005753747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/lot-of-lessons-have-been-learnt.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111512226853994333</id><published>2005-05-03T19:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T19:11:08.540+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's never late to move on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;katanya cinta itu buta. masa iya sih buta? erm iya juga kali ya.. well well.. cinta yah.. males euy! hihi erm ada sih... ehm2.. but well oh well.. hahaha. apa siiiii.. auk ah lapp.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belon waktunya. itu keputusan mereka. jarak jauh itu mah syusyeee.. gua ngerti kok  coz uda ngalemin bbrp kali. eh 2x doang ding! hihi. butuh faith yg kuat banget buat ngjalanin. nah ini jaraknya si dye ama si dye jauh pisan atuhhhhh... jadi belon saatnyaaaaa.. ato emang bukan jodoh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betemen doang itu sih katanya... tp some ppl close to them can tell they're actually more than that. tapi mereka cuek2 aja siiii karena ya emang pada dasarnya keduanya masih pengin kek skrg dulu.. yg 1 konsen ke sekolah, yg 1 lagi konsen ke kerjaan ama degree nyah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bisa ga sih mereka bareng? ketemuan kapan aja ga ada waktu yg pasti.. di mana aja ga ada yg bakalan tau.. bisa jadi di hometown mereka bedua ato di tempat si ce skrg berada ato si co skrg berada.. kaga ada yg tau man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucu yah. blur abis! tapi interesting kannnnnn?? well kalo mo dibilang HTSan sih kaga. soalnya keputusan buat apa2 jelas banget g ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getaran itu ada di sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuman belum saatnya untuk bener2 menggetarkan apa yg seharusnya digetarkan. Loh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dadaaaaaa!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111512226853994333?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111512226853994333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111512226853994333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111512226853994333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111512226853994333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-never-late-to-move-on.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111512163008825755</id><published>2005-05-03T18:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T19:00:30.090+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dya: "eh kok make copyright gua seh!!!"&lt;br /&gt;gw: "yeeeee biarin itu mah valid cuman during hippo relationship weeeee"&lt;br /&gt;dya: "ihhh ga gitu dong.. mana bole gitttuu seeeehh.."&lt;br /&gt;gw: "we biarin.. tuh punya loe tuh kan "L" punya gw kan "R".. valid dong.."&lt;br /&gt;dya: "ga mau ah pokoknya.. kan sama... sama2 **L******"&lt;br /&gt;gw: "biarin weee.."&lt;br /&gt;dya: "ihhhhh"&lt;br /&gt;gw: *tuker nick*&lt;br /&gt;dya: "eh ngga lagi becanda gua.. ;p heheehehhe"&lt;br /&gt;gw: "dasar!"&lt;br /&gt;dya :"tapi beneren.. kalo misalnya orang laen yg pake nickname itu gua bakal marah!"&lt;br /&gt;gw: *jadi ge er kannn..* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat menebak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111512163008825755?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111512163008825755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111512163008825755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111512163008825755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111512163008825755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/dya-eh-kok-make-copyright-gua-seh-gw.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111512130938389725</id><published>2005-05-03T18:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T18:55:09.383+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;yesterday on skype&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence: "dulu mah loe tuh sombong. loe ada foto bareng mereka semua. mereka semua but me!"&lt;br /&gt;me: *kaget* "lah masa sih ga ada! eh tapi emang gua nolak foto2an lagi dulu tuh.. males euy!"&lt;br /&gt;hence: "Loe ada poto2an kan ama si mr.cheung, ama si deni.."&lt;br /&gt;me: "ama si cheung ama si deni tuh kan di 1 poto.. loe nya jg kaga ngajak2 gua poto sih."&lt;br /&gt;hence: "tau ga sih pas waktu itu gua duduk sendirian tuh di tangga ngeliatin loe berseneng2 foto2an ama mereka.."&lt;br /&gt;me: *?????????* bingung deh.. hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.. masa2 smp yg ga pernah bakal gua lupain semua iduuuppp ;))))))) lucu2 syi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111512130938389725?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111512130938389725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111512130938389725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111512130938389725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111512130938389725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/yesterday-on-skype-hence-dulu-mah-loe.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111512075378395520</id><published>2005-05-03T18:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T18:45:53.786+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes i changed the layout again, but this time i chose the ready template on Blogger itself. Pardon me, since i really don't have the time to sit down and play around with Photoshop to create a new one. I'm hectic with capital H. But at the same time I'm also getting bored of it. Hehe. I'm trying to be more mature in my life, and I want my weblog design to support me as well ;p *bull-shitting!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see. It's still, another day I was left by the schoolbus in the morning! Argh i've been a real pig lately... :( this surely can't keep on being like this. Another 4 or 5 weeks of studying till my semester break. Ahhhh ;) how i miss indo! how i miss my familyyyyyyy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have anything to mumble about today so just let me end this post with my to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight: go for group discussion for tomorrow presentation. I'm the leader again this year. Hate it. and then prolly we'll be finished at 12 am something? If by that time my mood is still okay *argh.. sign of immaturity. ;p* i will continue my design studies project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: study a bit for my life drawing test. it's more like practising actually and continue my design studies asswork if i'm still not finished by then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: wish me luck on my final life drawing test! I'm going to laminate my DS asswork by that day. And practise a bit for the presentation the next day. And start making my individual mindmap on History of Art + Life Drawing project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: presentation and then.. sign up for another tutorial on Monday...at night i should try to do some sketches for HoA + LD project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: photography class on how to process negative. try to shoot all the photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. life is very busy. To tell u the truth, coupla days ago the thought of giving up and the such had ever splashed into my mind. But then, what's is for eh? i got this quote from the internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There have been situations in your life that you thought you would never get through. And yet, you did.&lt;br /&gt;There have been challenges you faced that you thought you would never overcome. And yet, you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been losses you've suffered that you thought you would never be able to get beyond. And yet, you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you are here today, stronger, wiser, more experienced and more knowledgeable as a result of it all. Though the road has had its rough spots, you've successfully made your way along it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will certainly be more rough spots ahead, and there may even be some particularly difficult ones right now. So it pays, every now and then, to look back and remember that even though you thought you wouldn't get through, you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps, if you think about it, you'll see that there's really never any reason to doubt yourself. For when life challenged you to make your way through, you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, even more importantly, you will.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to ebee! I really love it when u say "SEMANGAT!" :D he eh he eh musti semangat.. perjuangan tinggal sebulan doang abis gitu uda boleh seneng2 balik ke indo.. cihuyyyyyyyyyyyyy.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111512075378395520?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111512075378395520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111512075378395520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111512075378395520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111512075378395520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/yes-i-changed-layout-again-but-this.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111503726263393143</id><published>2005-05-02T19:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T19:34:22.633+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lets have a recap on what I've eaten since i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got up at almost 12 *^^* cicil cooked me instant noodle. yums~ and then back at my place i pigged out on choco... hoho.. and some thai snacks. and then erm.. what? no main course liao? :O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've just ordered Pizza.. we discussed everything on MSN group~ whee so complicated.. almost can't read anything.. :/ sense of togetherness what. hehehehe.. yep yep.. i order so many food.. thai seafood pizza.. bolognaise spaghetti.. chicken wing.. breadstix.. whoa.. a pig!~~~~~~~~ OI LAPERRRR...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111503726263393143?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111503726263393143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111503726263393143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111503726263393143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111503726263393143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/lets-have-recap-on-what-ive-eaten.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111502636698287601</id><published>2005-05-02T16:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T16:32:46.983+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mr. cheung: "kok bisa ya.. waktu kelas 2 tuh kan kita ga deket.."&lt;br /&gt;me: "iye seh.. gua paling suka tuh kelas 1 ama kelas 3 soale banyak yg berkesan" *context of all the friends around, guru2nyah, makanan2nyah semua2nyah BUT CRUSH THINGS!*&lt;br /&gt;mr. cheung: "jaka sembung bawa golok.. kaga nyambung mbok.."&lt;br /&gt;me: "hehehe biarin ;p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr. cheung: "inget kaga itu poto elo ama kita2 semua dulu?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "he eh iyah! minta!"&lt;br /&gt;mr. cheung: "masi gua simpen tak berdebu.. loe masi imut dulu"&lt;br /&gt;me: "lah emang sekarang..?"&lt;br /&gt;mr. cheung: "skrg mah uda.. 'ehem2'.."&lt;br /&gt;me: "apaan?"&lt;br /&gt;mr. cheung: "kaga.. uda mo ujan neh.."&lt;br /&gt;me: "kampret loe.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belakangan banyak disiapin surprise.. oh nooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111502636698287601?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111502636698287601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111502636698287601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111502636698287601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111502636698287601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111502592640075519</id><published>2005-05-02T16:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T16:25:26.400+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another plan by mr. cheung as i get back to indo:&lt;br /&gt;- replace mike's position in the advertising office&lt;br /&gt;- join the band mr. cheung has just created recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr. cheung is my junior high friend. rumor went like this: i liked somebody back then, then mr. cheung also liked me. i just knew it today and i was like :O whoa! har har har har har.. now i get it why mr. cheung was 'an enemy' to that somebody i once had a crush on. both of them are back friends though now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr. cheung: "damn isn't it funny? the junior things?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "yeah it is"&lt;br /&gt;mr. cheung: "i miss them all now. would love to go back"&lt;br /&gt;me: ":) me too..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really miss them all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111502592640075519?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111502592640075519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111502592640075519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111502592640075519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111502592640075519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-plan-by-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111501629063120940</id><published>2005-05-02T13:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T13:44:50.633+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what present surprise i got from my mates? pink t-shirt and mini panties from HUSH PUPPIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MINI... PANTIES!!!!!!!!!!! DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see? everytime i get back to my place, i will always get this kind of feeling called STRESS. argh. &gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111501629063120940?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111501629063120940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111501629063120940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111501629063120940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111501629063120940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/guess-what-present-surprise-i-got-from.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111495382866731108</id><published>2005-05-01T20:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T20:23:48.666+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so remember about the pool thing i did mention before? yeah i went there with syl after the presentation yesterday. nice lor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were only 2 gals inside and that's us ;p to make things worse, first-timers! haha luckily everyone cared to teach us. sil was assisted by a malaysian guy and i was by an african hunk! hunk?! yeah!! seriously a hunk!! hahahaha.. he always gave me the right decision to shoot, and everytime i did a mistake he would always say "not bad.. " :D i love supportive people! sil kept on teasing me that he'd fallen for me blablabla!!!!!! YEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with pool now. yeap. . . and sil is too. yesterday when we accidentally met a pool table at the mall, we were both like, standing still and :O~ "go in?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeheeheeeeeeeee.... caaaaaooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111495382866731108?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111495382866731108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111495382866731108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111495382866731108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111495382866731108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-remember-about-pool-thing-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111495303618957675</id><published>2005-05-01T19:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T20:10:36.190+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie. back to normal posting. today was spent in doing everything non-productive :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 8 something, that was still at syl's place and since she's going to the church by that time, i tot had to go back to my place first. she insisted me to stay at her place though, or another opinion was she would take me with her to church. but, tsk. it's frikkin 8 am on a frikkin Sun-day! haha! she pulled me back to her bed and insisted me to continue my sleep, but i didn't want to be alone in her apt!!!!!!!!!!!! bad rumors are going around... the ghost thing, the raping thing.. blaargghh.. so i went back to my own apt and continued my hibernation till 11 am. heh heh. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got up then did my laundry took my bath everything then i tot i would start my room-tidying up things by that time but that suddenly ve asked me whether or not i would love to go out for photography outing. :/ confused. since it's very very damn hot outside, and photography outing under the sun? ahhh! but i didn't say a gross no tho. i demanded her to ask others first. if they agreed than i would to. but no news until the other 1 or 2 hours.. during waiting for her response i browsed around the net, LJ, Friendster, blogger, blabl blabla.. *so yyou see, 1-2 hours were already gone!* and then got a response saying quite unsure - no. argh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally after many many procrastinating around, i started the tidying things at 3 and finished at 7. don't ask why it took me so long haha. i skype-d with my relatives and hence while doing that so yeah. i might go out again tomorrow... cao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;plans as i get back to indo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence's plans:&lt;br /&gt;- pick me up at the airport. but i kinda refuse it tho. nah, not that he likes me whatever whatever. he's just very friendly and we haven't met each other since the junior high graduation, and that's 4 years so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;- join him jogging around our neighborhood every sunday. we live quite near to each other. ^^&lt;br /&gt;- eat eat eat~ &lt;br /&gt;- reunion with other kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syl2's plans:&lt;br /&gt;- go through the test for her modelling agency. sounds ridiculous hor? but well, just give it a try anyway!!&lt;br /&gt;- join her fresbee group&lt;br /&gt;- join her hiphop dance group&lt;br /&gt;- join her int's dance group&lt;br /&gt;- go hash with her buncha friends&lt;br /&gt;- have fun go mad woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my own plans:&lt;br /&gt;- i don't know, ~~ har har!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111495303618957675?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111495303618957675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111495303618957675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111495303618957675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111495303618957675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/okie.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111492522396055134</id><published>2005-05-01T12:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T12:27:03.960+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was my birthday. right at 00.00 am i was surprised by my flat mates and class mates... thank you u guys... ~ then after the presentation in the morning, we went back home and then went out again for movie, dinner and supper ;p very tiring... but yeah sorta fun though. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny if i rethink the whole things now. last year? i spent my birthday party with a bunch of people who are totally different with the bunch of people whom i spent my birthday with yesterday. and i can say those ppl that were there last year, wouldn't even still remember my birthday anymore if there's no birthday reminder on friendster. but ah anyway. who cares eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially nineteen now. definitely my last year of being something-teen. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been spending a lot of nights at syl's. i might move in to her place. i think i no longer suit the place where i live now anymore. each day i'm getting more and more stressed. maybe it;s the environment, the surrounding and the ppl around me. i got the chemistry with syl *no, but it's true*. we're both very dynamic and loud people, whereas the ppl back at my place? very quiet.. closed to outside.. very stressful on school stuffs... blerghhhhh... &gt;.&gt; i might kill myself one day if i keep staying here for another year. no offense though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so want to clean up my room. but tsk. ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111492522396055134?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111492522396055134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111492522396055134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111492522396055134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111492522396055134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/05/yesterday-was-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111468726390610652</id><published>2005-04-28T18:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T18:21:03.906+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mind, my life and everything have become a mess.&lt;br /&gt;i abandoned my project group people for the sake of my selfishness. how stupid is that. but it's just, i really couldn't help it anymore last night. &lt;br /&gt;i'd tried to call up someone but truthfully saying it's so not helping me. before that i thought s/he is the only person i could call up since s/he's the only one who'd been helping me out from troubles all these whiles. but i guess that person has changed tremendously to someone i don't know anymore.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't put myself to sleep peacefully. as if there's something is on the way to haunt me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thank god. an angel was sent to me this morning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very sweet person. and s/he's so helping me just by those few supporting words :) thank you, friend. and also so thank god, my project group ppl are not mad at me at all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to put it but.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111468726390610652?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111468726390610652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111468726390610652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111468726390610652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111468726390610652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-mind-my-life-and-everything-have.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111464998451723786</id><published>2005-04-28T07:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T07:59:44.516+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe i should take a break, so that everything will go back to the right place again.&lt;br /&gt;a few steps back and a hundred steps forward.&lt;br /&gt;you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111464998451723786?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111464998451723786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111464998451723786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111464998451723786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111464998451723786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/maybe-i-should-take-break-so-that.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111461492651183257</id><published>2005-04-27T22:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T22:15:26.513+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>again.. my granddad is going back to malaysia since his condition is getting poorer. i hate his characteristic for being so stubborn! he's not yet ready to go back home last time, but he forced to. ARGHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need a shoulder to cry on. though i know that everything will be just fine in the end. but still. arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..... what i live for is NOW..................................... ..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111461492651183257?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111461492651183257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111461492651183257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111461492651183257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111461492651183257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/again.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111461238968224651</id><published>2005-04-27T21:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:33:09.683+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somebody else is trying to get me trapped into the ghost-thing website.. YOU WISH! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might join a dance club as i get back to indo this june :P it's either a hiphop group or an international dance group... hasn't decided yet though. i'm afraid i don't meet any of the requirements though. LOL. i might also join a modelling agency! yeah.. no kidding. i know i'm short, fat and all that, but tell me where's really the harm to try? ;p cicil got the connection to all those stuffs.. yay! new people to hang out with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sometime so scary thinking about the fact that we all live for only once. as the second i'm typing this, and as the second i'm typing this, i can't repeat it anymore in the next few miliseconds. sorry i'm again so bad at explaining :P i don't want to live my life being limited on somebody's armpit anymore :P i don't want to live my life depending on not fun people... fun! that's all i want for my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my school got a club in which people can play the pool and enjoying loud music. it IS really cool mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i might go there this sat with the girls.. yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111461238968224651?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111461238968224651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111461238968224651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111461238968224651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111461238968224651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/somebody-else-is-trying-to-get-me.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111461132228417725</id><published>2005-04-27T21:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:15:22.286+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another surprise bday party for cicillllll ^^ initially we went for pizza.. then dodol and me made an excuse to go away for secretly buying her cake from secret recipe. she was so surprised...! ;D we ordered cappuccino cheese cake.. man we ate like.. bkergh... no one could finish the cake! &gt;.&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting so nauseous *sp?* now... T_T man... projects . . . arghhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so envy dodol.................... her new bf is so frucking niceeeeeeeeee *whoa whoa whoaaaaaaaaa* not that i'm already ready (?) for the new sparks thoughh... to cure my 'loneliness' i just bought myself a new huge cushion.. :P :P enough to keep me warm and everything... :P pity me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er yea! i saw a cockroach lying upside down at my desk drawer this morning.. ssssshhhhiittt.... &gt;.&lt; luckily i got a cockroach heroine in my apt.. who's none other than my beloved sar :P :P :P :P :P... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate cockroach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111461132228417725?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111461132228417725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111461132228417725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111461132228417725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111461132228417725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-surprise-bday-party-for.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111453424380647339</id><published>2005-04-26T23:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:50:43.806+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and also! &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY OLD FRIEND, IDAAAAAAA!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;~~~ :PPPPPPPPPP... all the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111453424380647339?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111453424380647339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111453424380647339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111453424380647339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111453424380647339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-also-happy-birthday-to-my-old.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111453402042315122</id><published>2005-04-26T23:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:47:00.423+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MAH DEAREST CILPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/b&gt; ehaoheaoheaoheaoheoea i just came back from the little surprise party at her place. initially we didn't plan on having party whatsoever, we went there for sole purpose of "finishing our group project".. but thennnnn.. i dont know why i guess i just love counting down things, i actually did count down her birthday till the last 7 minutes.. we started to do our mission! :P it was truly fun.. truly truly fun.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the only thing that i'm worrying about now is.. for my birthday, the girls had already planned on throwing me into to the swimming pool... arkh HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111453402042315122?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111453402042315122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111453402042315122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111453402042315122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111453402042315122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-birthday-to-mah-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111450369048931383</id><published>2005-04-26T15:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:21:30.490+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just finished the cheesecake that we bought last week.. :9~~ yumzzzzzz... *burps* whoops sorry... didn't have the chance to take the picture because just as i went out from my room, the cake was already finished like 1/3... sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class finished the earliest today! i mean since the second semester, i came home the earliest TODAY! because today's meant to be the make-up test only, and the class was subbed though. the sub teacher was such an asshole. one indian student was told to go out of the class for he's caught looking at other's paper. what the hey. i mean, this is only a simple test. "THIS IS A TEST. FOR GOD'S SAKE!" and for fuck's sake you are not even our lecturer whatsoever you're the one who's supposed to go out from the class. sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand.. i can smell that stress is on the way~ heaiehiaheiaheia... no one's birthday today i suppose? yeaps... ciao...~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111450369048931383?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111450369048931383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111450369048931383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111450369048931383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111450369048931383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-finished-cheesecake-that-we.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111442989834430664</id><published>2005-04-25T18:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T18:51:38.346+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me rant in indo ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hua gila dikerjain selama 2 hari ama anak2... sssssyyyyaaaaall &gt;.&gt;!!! cebeeeeeeelll.. dikerjain kalo si cicil bakal transfer ke penang! whoah nah loh!! &gt;.&gt; gua nya uda ampe serius gitu nanggepinnya selama dua hari, trus, yah terus terang gua juga sedddihh kalo misalnya dia tuh beneren mo pindahan. EEEEhhh ternyataaa.. di belakang gua mereka lagi serius nyusun2 strategi.. untung gua ga bego2 amat, akhirnya tau ukh keseeeeellll... &gt;.&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cicil: "masi mending tuh kalo yg dikerjain si sar ato si ve.. tapi ini si jeanette gitu loh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penipu ketipu! hehehe... i hate partings. that's why. apalagi di sini tuh semua uda kek sodara gituh.. rasanya ilang satu aja uda gimanaaaa gitu.. bener kata si ve "berlima tuh paling pas rasanya.. ilang satu rasanya uda ilang satu jenis chemistry.." yep yep! *ngangguk2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ari ini seperti biasa hectic lah. hehe. tapi tetep juga have funnnnn ^^ tadi nolongin 1 cewe korea di darkroom, rasanya seneng banget bisa bikin dia ngomong "THHHANK YOU SOOOOWW MUCH!!" trus juga seneng tadi pas mau nae ke bus, ada 1 temen yg sejak semester 2 tiba2 ga ngomong lagi ke gua *tanpa faktor yg jelas.. i mean, previous semester tuh ga ada apa2.. masi hepi2 becanda2..*  "nah ini yg uda mo ultah nae dulu deh ke bis!" :D seneng... trus yah pokoknya seneng2 gitu deeehh ehaoheoaehoa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh iya kemaren birthdaynya si karel. met ultah ya rel! trus ari ini ultahnya si lisa.. epi birthday ya sa! hihi... ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) tapi aku masi kangen dia.. HUAAAAAAA.. *tabok daku tabok daku!!* (syapa dia.. tebaklah sendiri.. ;p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111442989834430664?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111442989834430664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111442989834430664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111442989834430664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111442989834430664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/let-me-rant-in-indo-p-hua-gila.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111442939739757885</id><published>2005-04-25T18:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T18:43:17.403+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's see if I'm Malaysian enough ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain about the quality of the pirated DVD you just purchased. "What, RM10 for DVD5?! Aiyah, boss ... sound no good, cheaperlah ..." &lt;i&gt;-- RM 10 for DVD5 is already good lah.. aiye -.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're willing to consume sambal petai and durian and gladly suffer the bloating and wind-breaking incidents. &lt;i&gt;-- eh? kagak!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're exceedingly polite to the Mat Sallehs but you slag your own kind. "Hello, sir. Why don't you sit here, it’s got the best view of the city skyline." But, "Aunty-ah, your table is over there next to the kitchen." &lt;i&gt;whoahaha.. i don't think so.. :p Mat Sallehs = Westerners..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You order Maggi goreng and fried chicken, complain about how oily the food is, and then proceed to finish it anyway. &lt;i&gt;-- always! ;p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to talk about food. You're already thinking about what to have for dinner while eating lunch. "I'm stuffed. What shall we have for dinner?" &lt;i&gt;-- haha sometimes! :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dive into a communal-style meal the moment the dish lands on the table only to hesitate at the last morsel of food on the serving dish. There are two possible explanations for this: the first is the pai seh (embarrassed) factor, while the other is the myth that the person who eats the last piece will be a spinster. &lt;i&gt;???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hit the accelerator the moment the first drop of rain hits your windshield. "Alamak, it's going to rain. Sure traffic jam one. I'd better drive faster." &lt;i&gt;yesh.. but not me who drives though&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seize the opportunity to make a U-turn anywhere ... especially where there is a sign telling you not to. Well, so long as the cops aren't in sight. &lt;i&gt;but i think Malaysians are very obeying to the rules right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel a burning desire to send text messages and even have the gall to give your friend a blow-by-blow account of the movie to your friend on the handphone — during the screening of the movie. "Okay, now that girl Lizzie is impersonating an Italian singer; she so doesn’t look Italian ..." &lt;i&gt;???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forsake your loved ones for the all-important four letter-word: S-A-L-E. "Sorry, mum, I can't take you to Aunt Mary’s because I have to go to MidValley before the crowd." You’re also more than happy to be part of the insane traffic jam that forms around malls during weekends and sale periods. &lt;i&gt;haha!! yeah.. but not so bad to my own parents what!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Reality shows Akademi Fantasia and Malaysian Idol dictate your social life. "What, no TV at the mamak? Count me out — I'm staying home. Rinie needs my support." &lt;i&gt;i don't mind if there's no TV at the mamak. but it'll be better if there is one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pepper every sentence with lah. "No-lah, I can't see you today-lah. I have to study-lah. You know-lah, the prison warden aka mak is watching me like a hawk" &lt;i&gt;YESH.. hahaahah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fail to function normally without your daily dose of teh tarik and nasi lemak. &lt;i&gt;no lah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have owned at least one Proton in your lifetime. Cheap, cheap. That is until you start to make enough dough to buy that Honda you've been salivating over. &lt;i&gt;no.. not planning on having a car here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You slow down at an accident site to take down the car number plate, but won't step out of your car to help — the victim could be a robber! &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd rather park your car along the main road outside the mall, where there's a yellow line, rather than pay RM1 to park inside where there are adequate bays. &lt;i&gt;i don't have car&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You plead, bat your eyelids and relate a sob story to the officer at the town council office to let you off the hook (or reduce the amount considerably) for the fine you incurred when you parked your car on the double line. &lt;i&gt;n/a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make an appointment for 10am and conveniently show up a half hour late — Malaysian time, what ... &lt;i&gt;yes.. and very normal what!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pop open the wet tissue packet at the Chinese restaurant by squeezing the trapped air to the top of the packet before proceeding to smash your fist into it. The louder the pop the better. &lt;i&gt;rotfl!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You greet your friend / neighbor / acquaintance on the street with "How are things?" or "Have you eaten?" or better yet, by stating the obvious: "Went to market ah?" &lt;i&gt;hahaha.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramlee burger is the "piece de resistance" of your growing-up-years cuisine. &lt;i&gt;haven't tried any&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You catch all major televised events at the mamak. &lt;i&gt;no..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have roughly six meals a day (breakfast, mid-morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner and supper). Then there's the snacking — keropok ikan, pisang goreng, muruku, jam tarts and the like. &lt;i&gt;haha shut up!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the whole family dressed to the nines, jump into the car and head for the minister's open house — and ask for styrofoam boxes and plastic bags to tar pau food. &lt;i&gt;so bo phai seh a!! LOL!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your accent and language style vary according to the race of the person you are conversing with. &lt;i&gt;really?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friendly disposition. Smiles are abundant and your "Apa khabar?" is warm and sincere. &lt;i&gt;sure! :p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You exclaim loudly how expensive everything is, even though the items may in fact be going for a steal. "Wah! So expensive, ah? Hak sei ngor (Scare me to death)!" &lt;i&gt;LOL!! hak sei ngor! bahahaha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dig deep into your pockets to contribute to the latest appeal for donations in the newspapers. &lt;i&gt;nah..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You "dis" our country all the time, but as soon as something good happens (like winning the Thomas Cup), you morph into a proud Malaysian. &lt;i&gt;i think they are! ;p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never travel abroad without a bottle of chilli sauce, or sachets which you can sneak into restaurants. &lt;i&gt;indonesians also!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're proud to be Malaysian - and you pass these jokes on to all your Malaysian friends! &lt;i&gt;but I'm not Malaysian ;p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; so finally, the result is: i'm not that malaysian enough.. but i think i soon will be ;p i've been here for almost a year and still counting.. Malaysia is not bad afterall huh!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111442939739757885?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111442939739757885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111442939739757885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111442939739757885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111442939739757885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/lets-see-if-im-malaysian-enough-p-you.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111431760724791255</id><published>2005-04-24T11:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T11:40:07.246+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i do i do i do i do... MISS YOUUUUUUUU~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ :OOOOOOO~~ har har har har har...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plain morning.. mundane life... sour thoughts... well whaddya expect nowwwww~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iiiiiii mmmmmiiissssssss   yyyy oooo uuuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE HERE LAH! ukh. ukh. ukh. ukh. ukhhhhhhh :P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone guess whom i'm actually talking about? nah lohhhhhh.. heiaheaiheiahiheia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111431760724791255?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111431760724791255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111431760724791255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111431760724791255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111431760724791255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-do-i-do-i-do-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111425546998306511</id><published>2005-04-23T18:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T18:24:29.983+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er.. oh yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do.. wat's supposed to be done and such...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photography - handing in my MC&lt;br /&gt;comm - bvg0e398r4!!!&lt;br /&gt;history of art - makeup test&lt;br /&gt;mstudies - start on my project.. harrr...&lt;br /&gt;cstudies - mindmaps..&lt;br /&gt;lifedrawing - finish the whole shits&lt;br /&gt;design studies - start on the layout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend.. missing u...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111425546998306511?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111425546998306511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111425546998306511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111425546998306511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111425546998306511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111391882132145096</id><published>2005-04-19T20:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T20:53:41.323+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stuffs to do before i depart. yes peeps, i've decided to skip my friday class and depart for penang on thursday morning. nothing major, but just, i miss my family so much :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- print out my b&amp;w photos tomorrow. and that includes: my 30-sec contact print, a pictogram and the 3 enlargement sheets with 5-30 sec contact print as well. 23459673108!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- packing that's for sure.. and then ermm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bring along my HoA papers with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bring along sketchbook *ah the journal thang!* for my design studies sketches..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bring along my prev notebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then erm.. hopefully i don't leave out anything... ... ... ... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111391882132145096?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111391882132145096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111391882132145096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111391882132145096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111391882132145096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/stuffs-to-do-before-i-depart.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111390985195042290</id><published>2005-04-19T18:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T18:33:50.233+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These past few days, I've been so excited about &lt;a href="http://www.aut.ac.nz"&gt;AUT&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know where I get the idea from though. I mean no one that I know very closely lives in New Zealand.. :/ weird isn't it. It just feels like an 'urge' to go there. WHOAH. I even had gone to ask for some information at the uni transferring office at my school today. They were like "Wow u're just in semester two and already think of moving away huh.." hahaha.. :P I don't think of anything but just AUT at the moment. HOW COME oh man... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed i really like the living there in New Zealand. I had been there when I was 11? It's a very peaceful and clean country. But, &lt;a href="http://angelbitch.pitas.com"&gt;na&lt;/a&gt;, this is what that rather turns me off, the person that I consulted with, who's also an AUT recent graduate, told me that there were quite a number of Indonesians who went there... :/ Hopefully she's just bluffing though. Keeke.. maksa bnget ya hehe! Anyway I went there with Syl, she's actually more keen on moving away to Singapore.. Well this is just a vague idea though.. I want to go back to Indo more!! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my mom, my aunt, my uncle and my granddad have arrived in Penang today. The result of my granddad's health checkup will come out tomorrow. Hopefully everything will turn out just alright. *prays hard!* I don't want my granddad loses the chance of carrying my children later.. *why am i thinking so far away!* ah but anyway.. everyone.. will u pray also? :) thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday will be the day off from school. planning on to go to the city... ^^ but let's just see later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. AUT.. hahahahahaha......... LOL LOL LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my HoA result is out, I am one of those few that passed ;p but i'm still going to take the makeup test next week! wish me luck peeps! ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111390985195042290?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111390985195042290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111390985195042290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111390985195042290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111390985195042290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/these-past-few-days-ive-been-so.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111382632096318499</id><published>2005-04-18T19:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T19:12:00.963+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=13574114"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; guy was so disturbing me today. A spoiled guy!! HAHHH!! He kept asking me to assist him during dark room session, accompanied him to hand in his proposal and such. !@#$%^#$@!!! he's cute alright, but then.. haha.. remember the shopaholic guy post i told u previously?... hahaha.. get what i mean now don't u... ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111382632096318499?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111382632096318499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111382632096318499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111382632096318499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111382632096318499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-guy-was-so-disturbing-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111382579521626732</id><published>2005-04-18T18:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T19:03:15.216+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>purp: hey teach me how to write my free-writing journal!&lt;br /&gt;me: okay.. so.. just write anything u want..&lt;br /&gt;purp: man it's a diary! how come she told me to write a diary?? $%^!!&lt;br /&gt;me: okay.. write anything.. as in ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;purp: okay, like i met a &lt;em&gt;baka&lt;/em&gt; today? and she's sooooo &lt;em&gt;baka&lt;/em&gt;! Heeheehee.. BaKa! jeanette Bakaaa!! BAaKkKkKkaaaAAa!&lt;br /&gt;me: -.-" whatever. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i posted it though, i mean it's not funny or anything. =p anyway that's just my last chat session with purp, my junior ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is the real funny one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sar: hey.. give me the pervert!&lt;br /&gt;me: ... ?????what?! what??&lt;br /&gt;sar: pervert babe.. PERVERT!&lt;br /&gt;me: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;sar: PERVERT!!!!! the glass thing!!&lt;br /&gt;me: SHEESSSSHH HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! PERSPECTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ve: WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;syl: HUA??HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: per..vert... per...vert...&lt;br /&gt;sar: shuttup!&lt;br /&gt;me: pe..rvert... pervert.. pervert...&lt;br /&gt;sar: JUST. SHUT. UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we really had fun in the photography dark room. anyway guess wat? my lect said my photographs were interesting!! hahaha.. so hippppeee~ :D i suck at the printing session though. ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what again! thursday will be a public holiday isn't it! THURSDAY = LIFE DRAWING... hahahhaha.. how perfect life is!!!!!!!!!!!!! *smooches!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111382579521626732?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111382579521626732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111382579521626732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111382579521626732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111382579521626732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/purp-hey-teach-me-how-to-write-my-free.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111375115964754774</id><published>2005-04-17T22:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T22:19:19.646+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u make me stronger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it's just strong though, not &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;numb&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111375115964754774?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111375115964754774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111375115964754774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111375115964754774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111375115964754774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/u-make-me-stronger-than-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111375102710504260</id><published>2005-04-17T21:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T22:17:07.106+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You might be Medan Lang if: &lt;br /&gt;-You carry handphone to pasar and call your neighbour "kha me lai ar, kia&lt;br /&gt;jit e kangkung ane phi lo" *buat aie-aie a.k.a ibu2 sih iya ^^*&lt;br /&gt;-You manage to buy expensive stuff to show you are rich. *hahaha.. think so..*&lt;br /&gt;-You think durian is your life. *i despise durian!!*&lt;br /&gt;-You think paret as a place to piss and shit. *huaaa?? masa se!*&lt;br /&gt;-You fly becak just go to nia ang pau. *yesh!! haha*&lt;br /&gt;-You send your kids to US just for gengsi.. *some people sih iye*&lt;br /&gt;-You go to a park and drink 'liang teh' instead of kue ci seng. *ho oh!*&lt;br /&gt;-You travel Medan-Penang more than 3 times a month. *bo lui lee!!*&lt;br /&gt;-You mix pisang and buan cu at the same time and you call it kolak. *yoi* &lt;br /&gt;-You smell like shit when you smoke. *apa si ahahah*&lt;br /&gt;-You have more credit cards than your name card. *not that rich laa*&lt;br /&gt;-You wish to have a car with "ang BK" forever. *LOL.. sounding like all medanlang are rich eh!*&lt;br /&gt;-You work for Kang Ho to get poor quick. *who the hell is kang ho?*&lt;br /&gt;-Your friends in jakarta call you "Medan Kui" *i think so haha*&lt;br /&gt;-You call your friends in jakarta "pa sia khiau seng" *yoi!* hehe&lt;br /&gt;-You call the girl next door "Siau Po" *only if i'm closed to her lah*&lt;br /&gt;-You have been to a motel in "Pua Sua" *yoi hehe*&lt;br /&gt;-You ever been in "Te kut keng" *ngga lah siau mo!*&lt;br /&gt;-Your stomach growls when you don't eat "Kalimantan Asek e toktok" for a &lt;br /&gt;day. *no lah.. kalimantan is so far away from my home!*&lt;br /&gt;-You talk even your neighbour were sleep. *what's wrong eh!*&lt;br /&gt;-You use a sand paper instead of toilet paper in the bathroom. *no lah!*&lt;br /&gt;-You eat kue tiau goreng in the morning. *yoi*&lt;br /&gt;-You prefer Christian Dior or YSL than red A or Mirabella. *i bet everyone does*&lt;br /&gt;-You don't think Pak Anwar is funny. *who is pak anwar*&lt;br /&gt;-You know Pak Tungtung more than Anton medan. *iye!! haha*&lt;br /&gt;-You carry a 10 Kilos of kue Bika Ambon whenever you travel to jakarta. *not that much* &lt;br /&gt;-Driving a motor cycle with helmet will embarrasses you. *why so?*&lt;br /&gt;-You listen to "Wang Cing Nien" song even you prefer "Teng Lie Cin". *for my grandparents 'class' lor* &lt;br /&gt;-You are willing to travel 25 miles to buy a thing that you think will Rp. &lt;br /&gt;25 Cheaper. *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;-You are "Dreaming of a winter and snowing chinese new year" *yupe yupe how lame eh!* &lt;br /&gt;-You are very good at avoiding police officer. *yoi ;p *&lt;br /&gt;-You have ever step on shit when you get in to the public phone beside the &lt;br /&gt;street. *nope*&lt;br /&gt;-You have ever successfully put Rp.10.000 in your pasport to pass the &lt;br /&gt;immigration officer. *YES* hehe&lt;br /&gt;-You have ever successfully put envelope in your suitcase to pass a customs &lt;br /&gt;officer. *YEP!* haha&lt;br /&gt;-You have extra pocket to put USD and pin it with peniti when you go abroad. *LOL hahaha*&lt;br /&gt;-You tight a pita to your kopor as a sign. *yeahhhh :P*&lt;br /&gt;-You have ever wear a sandal jepit to shopping center. *yeps ;p*&lt;br /&gt;-You have ever compare naik taxi or naik becak mesin lebih murah. *yesh* &lt;br /&gt;-You do your shopping in Pasar Ramai. *not me.. my mommm*&lt;br /&gt;-You bring your whole family or even neighbour to a wedding party. *no lah LOL*&lt;br /&gt;-You know exactly how many people living in the same street with you. *hell no..*&lt;br /&gt;-You have ever eaten sate padang in Jln. Kalimantan. *SURE LAHHHHHHH DROOLING LIAO ERR!!*&lt;br /&gt;-You realized how to puak kiau before you were born. *how come!*&lt;br /&gt;-The first thing that comes to mind when hearing the word "Jakarta" is &lt;br /&gt;"Juak" *YESSSSS*&lt;br /&gt;-You use the terms "An cua Abi, lu ciak sai liau boi?", "Ai khi ta lok? Ai &lt;br /&gt;khi ciak hong", "Ciak pa bo kang co", "ce kai anna bo ka si, bo tua bo se", &lt;br /&gt;"bak ci ho sai ko", "ca me cap tiam tok tiok thang", "Lam tua chiu", as a &lt;br /&gt;basis term. *LOL no.. hahaha that's so trashy*&lt;br /&gt;-Your daily conversation may include your neighbours. *yeah.. gossiping hihi*&lt;br /&gt;-If your neighbour buy a new car, you will say "pasti ho be lap tiok" *why leh!*&lt;br /&gt;-If the lady next door coming home late, you will say "pasti co phai e" *hahaha some sort of that lah*&lt;br /&gt;-If you meet somebody you hate, you will say "phui chau nua" *(yes hahaha)*&lt;br /&gt;-If your neighbour buy one, you will buy two. *lol.. ane bokangco meh!*&lt;br /&gt;-If you see somebody like Awen, you will say "pasti sukarame e kha" *i think awen is so classy what!*&lt;br /&gt;-Your whole class has ever eating in the class. *yyyyoiiiiii*&lt;br /&gt;-You have ever spent the night at Kuan Te Kong and Thiu chiam Khui Yen in &lt;br /&gt;the chinese new year eve. *never at all.. i wonder why my parents never bought me there though haha*&lt;br /&gt;-You like the smell of your toe. *hah! how come!*&lt;br /&gt;-You have ever ridden in a motor vehicle with 3 peoples or more. *yes hihi* &lt;br /&gt;-You use bang hio more than baygon in your house. *no.. equal la *&lt;br /&gt;-You have at least 1 pair of Bakiak in your house. *noooo*&lt;br /&gt;-You always compare your kids class ranking with another: "Lu e kia gia te &lt;br /&gt;kui mia? Wa e kia gia te it mia lo". [ciak pa sio eng] *what ibu2 will do e lor!*&lt;br /&gt;-You always ask your friend: "how much is your child?" *why how much? i don't get it!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha medanlang means people from Medan. medan is one of the cities in indonesia. i'm a medanlang ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111375102710504260?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111375102710504260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111375102710504260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111375102710504260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111375102710504260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-might-be-medan-lang-if-you-carry.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111373242311866098</id><published>2005-04-17T17:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T17:07:03.120+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current playlist:&lt;br /&gt;- Kenny G &amp; Yanni - Miracle&lt;br /&gt;- Kenny G - Amazing Grace&lt;br /&gt;- Lifehouse - You and Me&lt;br /&gt;- Guang Liang - Tong Hua&lt;br /&gt;- Kenny G &amp; David Foster - After The Love Has Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny G is sooooo soothingggg :))))) neway i just come back from tesco. just the weekly groceryshopping stuffs and getting my b&amp;w negative processed. next thing to do, what else? assignment. argh. there will be another presentation for communication class tomorrow. hairgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my granddad is seriously sick. i'm devastated. i want to go home. and take care of him like how he used to take care of me when i was little. i lived with him more than with my parents so yeah. :( i'm sad, but i really don't know how to express it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much shit happened lately. :/ wind, plz blow these all away, or just plz, blow me back to my family. :(((((((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111373242311866098?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111373242311866098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111373242311866098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111373242311866098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111373242311866098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/current-playlist-kenny-g-yanni-miracle.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111365479047680688</id><published>2005-04-16T19:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T19:33:10.476+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today.. ahahaha.. hari2 penuh kesia2an. how to call it in english? day of no avail? :?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a long story.. and i'm so lazy to tell. man i'm so exhausted today!! we went to cyber without any plans. WHOAH DARNNNNN... i love the penthouse so much!!! !@$#%^#$!!!! three of us are planning on to move there but then, it actually requires 6 persons. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday liaoz. &gt;.&lt; that means midterm break is OVER. and monday will be another superboringtiringfuckedupstressfulihateitaggghhiwanttogohomeihateschool day of school. wait did u actually read the 4 previous word? teeheeeee... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going home in june. :) early june :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111365479047680688?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111365479047680688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111365479047680688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111365479047680688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111365479047680688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/today.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111358871063313794</id><published>2005-04-16T01:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T01:11:50.633+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah some people just won't realize it. They think they're cute, they're smart, they're all that, but bleh, teehee! I tend to let those ppl do what they want. You can't teach smart people, can u ? ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate debating while talking. It's like u ask me for something, but then u go on and on talking abt something that u think u're right. What the hey... ? If u think u're right then don't come and ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh what is it with me? I can't tolerate anyone anymore. I might lose everyone in my life one day. Geez..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111358871063313794?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111358871063313794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111358871063313794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111358871063313794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111358871063313794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/yeah-some-people-just-wont-realize-it.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111358844969767148</id><published>2005-04-16T01:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T01:07:29.696+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So how? enjoying the new look? Hehhehe... try to click on &lt;a href="http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com" onMouseOver="msover('#FFEEEE')" onMouseOut="msout()"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; link.. hahaha... ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hungry.. i'm hungry... &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111358844969767148?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111358844969767148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111358844969767148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111358844969767148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111358844969767148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-how-enjoying-new-look-hehhehe.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111355794354100542</id><published>2005-04-15T16:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T16:39:03.540+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaah just come back from photography outing at the lake with syl. not really a lake.. but, yeah a lake still. ;p we drove around rit's car because the person isn't here and she did ask an assistance from syl to warm up the machine everyday so yeah. :P~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might move again next month.~ till later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111355794354100542?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111355794354100542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111355794354100542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111355794354100542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111355794354100542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/hahaah-just-come-back-from-photography.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111349324784370949</id><published>2005-04-14T22:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T22:40:47.843+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GRRRRRRRRRRR.......... it feels like i've just been from a rollercoaster ride! so i, being so mischievous, sent a link to my friend in which there's a quiz of 'find the difference' inside then ended up with a ghost character suddenly appears on the monitor screen and shout.. i didn't have any idea that his hostel is a haunted one. so right after he opened it he said 'F*CK UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU* i was shocked of course, but later on after knowing what his hostel condition is like, i kinda accepted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then few minutes later, he sent me a file. he said that file would be able to be viewed for only once, it's an arabian song and has been translated and that there would be an angel somewhere in the middle during the clip. i'd been suspicious~ so suspicious on him but then i was 'deceived'!!!!!! he's just an evilevilevil guy trapped in a babyface guy!!!!!!!! when i opened the file, it said turned up the volume.. such things.. i was curious of the song.. because he said it's good *UGH!*, then suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE 'ANGEL' APPEARED ON MY SCREEN. WTFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#%$@#!!!!!!! i was so mad at himmmmmmmm...~~!!! but then he said he would treat me twice as he flies back from melb xD~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's good though. i mean, the clip things. i am energetic back now. and ready to 'rock on' for my LIFE DRAWING ASSIGNMENT again... gahhhhhhh.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a rollercoaster ride... really. (thanks hen!!!!!!!! 2p38r2317efudhslkhjbd!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111349324784370949?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111349324784370949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111349324784370949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111349324784370949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111349324784370949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/grrrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111341045975466304</id><published>2005-04-13T23:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T23:40:59.756+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been sleeping over at syl's place for 3 days. I don't know it just feels so comfy to be around her. :/ Maybe it's true that she's my other twin in the past. HUAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. last night went 'mild' shopping at the mall nearby. and today went shopping again to ikea, ikano, the curve and tesco. yes peeps i was at damansara for the whole day!! i spent hundred bucks. feeling so bad. :( i bought a small table for my bedroom because i can't keep on doing my assg on the floor i'll soon get arthritis!! and then i bought the artist dummy for my Life Drawing assg. and then the bambu roll-up thing for my window because i'm very sensitive to light, no matter at what time i go to sleep at night i will always wake up early in the morning :/ and then at the curve i bought a mini swimming pool for my lovely sistah. it's really cute i tell u! with the roof thingie and the signboard things.. whoah! i so can't wait to show her already :) for the swimming pool thing itself has ripped off a hundred something bucks from my pocket :/ but i don't regret anything from my shopping today :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the curve so much because most of the stores inside are my fave ones. but still debbenhams at time square is still my most fave place *for window shopping!! haha* tomorrow onwards, seriously, will be the days for doing assignments, having groupdiscussion, all in all, for school purpose only! no more shoppingggggg!!!!!! :OOOOOOOO!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life:&lt;br /&gt;school: 30%&lt;br /&gt;shopping/having fun: 5%&lt;br /&gt;stress: 65%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeee?? no prob no prob. plain stressed. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111341045975466304?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111341045975466304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111341045975466304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111341045975466304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111341045975466304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/ive-been-sleeping-over-at-syls-place.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111324399658989095</id><published>2005-04-12T01:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T01:26:36.590+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at the time, I'm still awake. A lil bit of sleepiness, though, but, it's just, i can't go to sleep. I just can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished typing my report which are to be submitted still next week *yeah!*, and am at syl's place because her roommie is going back to her hometown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like, argh i don't know. Words simply can't describe my feeling now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I need my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111324399658989095?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111324399658989095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111324399658989095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111324399658989095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111324399658989095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/look-at-time-im-still-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111313018668394815</id><published>2005-04-10T17:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T17:49:46.683+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Malacca was fun :D syl and i would really like to extend our stay if only we could. Shopping and eating are xDDDD~~ while we were there,the thing that we're supposed to do, which is research was only conducted like, 30% .. while the rest.. hoohohohho... xD~ it's a nice city to visit for tourists. for living? i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay. midterm break is starting tomorrow, for one week. i think i MUST use those time effectively for free-ing myself from the damned cursed thing called as 'assignments and projects'. YEAPS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111313018668394815?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111313018668394815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111313018668394815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111313018668394815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111313018668394815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/malacca-was-fun-d-syl-and-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111287101569072198</id><published>2005-04-07T17:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T17:50:15.690+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are people from 62 countries who come to my uni to study. And there are   people from around 7 different countries (indo, malay, china, mauritius, yemen, botswana, uk) who are in my class. Sometime it's really funny when we discuss about things. of course the language part i'm talking abt! Some talk with chinese dialect, SEAsian dialect, African dialect, British accent, and indo dialect but we're still all together there discussing and laughing at each other. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like today, when all of us went to meet a lecturer:&lt;br /&gt;the lecturer explained something in malay to an indo student :"Jadi, tak boleh ada touch-up"&lt;br /&gt;indo student: "ohhh.. tancapp... ga bole ada tancap yahh..."&lt;br /&gt;mauritius student: "hey i don't know your language!"&lt;br /&gt;the lecturer: "touch up, not tancap! TOUCH UP!"&lt;br /&gt;indo student: "apaan sih touch up?"&lt;br /&gt;mauritius student: "hey hey!! use english please!"&lt;br /&gt;indo student: "touch up itu ngerapihin gitu loh..."&lt;br /&gt;lecturer: "yeah touch up! not tancap yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;uk student just smiled&lt;br /&gt;china students putting on their funny and confused faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D i really love my class *teddy hugs all!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111287101569072198?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111287101569072198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111287101569072198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111287101569072198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111287101569072198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/there-are-people-from-62-countries-who.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111287039792642102</id><published>2005-04-07T17:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T17:39:57.926+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is true. Cut out the junks, start something new :) Bulletin Board on Friendster isn't always junk huh. ^^ *anyway just in case u wonder what things that are so disturbing my mind right now, i believe it's something that you don't wanna know ^^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be my scary presentation. This one is even scarier than the previous one, bcus heard from my friends who'd done theirs today, many got rejected, even worse, failed. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was finishing my project, I suddenly missed my family back in Indonesia :((((((((((( miss them sooooooooooo bad. I really wish to go home next week, but i really can't, i got too many things to do here. Holiday my ass! &gt;.&lt; *grumbles grumbles* Back at home, i can always feel secured and cheerful. I won't have to worry who's going to do my laundry, prepare my meals from morning till night (or even midnight!), wash my dishes, clean up my room, drive me anywhere i like, and the likes. Back at home i can also have my parents who watch over me 24/7 *now i MISS it!*, my sister who always creates a smile to everyone's faces, my brother who can gossip with me sometime, my grandpa who's very superduper generous hehhe and all my cousins with whom i often go breakfast with during weekends. AKH MANNNNNNNN~ i WANT TO GO HOME! sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My semester is going to end in another 2 months. So it means, i'm going back in the next two months. 2 MONTHS ?! HELL! i tell u!!!!! &gt;.&lt; &gt;.&lt; &gt;.&lt; &gt;.&lt; &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;kangen banget ama kamu, sayang... iya tapi tenang, kan uda ada spongebob, although just an imaginary one. haha! LOL :D KANGENNNNNNNNNNNNNN&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111287039792642102?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111287039792642102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111287039792642102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111287039792642102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111287039792642102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-is-true.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111260675357964018</id><published>2005-04-04T16:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T16:25:53.580+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whooh! :) I call it a day again. It's quite, unbelievable, if i might say that it's april again :) 26 days away will be my birthday and i will turn 19 by this year 0.0~ my last year of enjoying something-teen age. Time surely flies, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 19 years will soon past, but what have i done in this world? ~ Have my parents regretted about my existence in the world? hehe Did I hurt all my old friends before? Did people know I hated them? Did they know how much rebellious I was at my early teenagehood that I secretly would just like to chop their heads off when I got too angry with them? Did they know that I swore behind them? and such. Hehehehhee.. I was never good. I always tend to hurt people. Although okay i may sound sweet or act sweetly sometime, but trust me, in the end you'll hate me :P I'm not the so-called adorable, lovable that type of creatures. Ask people who'd ever been closed with me. Out of 100%, I dare to say that only 30% who're still intact with me up to now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too much of a leader sometime, I tend to think that i'm right and all that, so i guess that's one of all the reasons why people hate me. But i think i can't be blamed though, I was born that way. I mean, look at my family, I was born as the first child so automatically I would lead and teach my bro and my sis about what to do or what to say. Among all of my cousins, although I'm not the eldest, but still my grandparents would always call me to 'lead' them. Among my friends, it's still me, also, who're so-very-often pointed as the leader, legally or illegally. They would always have to ask for my question first before conducting anything. I never want it that way before though. *sighs* so yeah because of that i tend to have a perception that 'i am the rightest, and thou shalt follow moi' ;P i would like to change my perception starting from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to have a refresh button on my life daily starting from now on. wish me luck? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111260675357964018?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111260675357964018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111260675357964018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111260675357964018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111260675357964018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/whooh-i-call-it-day-again.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111254454177304376</id><published>2005-04-03T23:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:09:01.773+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was still earthquake in my hometown this morning, but most of the people didn't feel it. Quite weird eh. Hehehe. Indeed it's just 5 magnitude. Hopefully no more such things happening. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm yeah. today onwards for the whole week will be the last week of studying before the midterm break :D sooo hipeeee..... yayness. i'm not used to be sleeping before 12 now :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111254454177304376?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111254454177304376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111254454177304376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111254454177304376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111254454177304376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/there-was-still-earthquake-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111249675875020181</id><published>2005-04-03T09:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T09:52:38.750+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Although neither am i a christian nor a catholic, but, still... &gt;.&gt; : &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/europe/04/02/pope.dies/index.html"&gt;the pope has ended his journey&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah anyway. good morning y'all. =) after a long long sleep and a decent one, OF COURSE, hehe, i'm here to conduct a research again for my upcoming projects. haha! i'm feeling so hungry.. craving for indo food SO MUCH. grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111249675875020181?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111249675875020181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111249675875020181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111249675875020181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111249675875020181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/although-neither-am-i-christian-nor.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111245955973394437</id><published>2005-04-02T23:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T23:32:39.733+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>breakfast: mamee&lt;br /&gt;lunch: super noodle (?)&lt;br /&gt;dinner: nippon tei&lt;br /&gt;supper: ... ... ... ... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry. although i'd just had my dinner at 9.30 pm~~~~~~~~ yeah i had the weirdest time of meal today. breakie at 10, lunch at 4, and dinner at 930 hahahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111245955973394437?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111245955973394437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111245955973394437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111245955973394437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111245955973394437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/breakfast-mamee-lunch-super-noodle.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111245920096890031</id><published>2005-04-02T23:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T23:26:40.970+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was really sucha BLAST :D i went out with ve and syl to lowyat, sungei wang and times square. bought many stuffs, mostly Mickey Mouse! ARGGGGGHHHHH curse that fetish. neway randomly, i think starting from now on i'll just put all my photography things in flickr.com~ yeah if u happen to be there, add me, i'm clicks , ok? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah we took a lot of crazy photos in front of so many people. so shameless~ kekekeke. but it was really fun ^^ neway, i seriously fall in love with debenhams~ all of the stuffs! NOT with the prices!!!!!!! hehehe.. i bought a small travelling bag from ELLE... &lt;3 it so much. plus the color is RED, whoah~ fave color &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a guitar so badly. my day is so 'plain' without playing out any music. really. i mean, i'm just really not used to that. i'd been playing music for 15 years, i feel so 'crippled' now. HOHO. sounds like i'm bragging isn't it. well uh, whatever, really. haha. so i saw this white guitar at the 'kedai muzik', and it costs RM 160, it's looking really cool~ but then, i'm still not quite sure. i want a cheap one. not a really good quality of sound is okay, as long as it doesn't sound like me singing. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuffs to do for nextweek, aka one week before the midterm break week xDDDDDD~ &lt;br /&gt;- monday class: &lt;br /&gt;* print out my b&amp;w project *this one is able to be conducted only at the school studio, DON'T FORGET TO WEAR THE LOUSIEST SHIRT!!*&lt;br /&gt;* type down the report *WORK TOGETHER TOMORROW!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- tuesday class:&lt;br /&gt;* STUDY FOR HISTORY OF ART TEST! arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~! it's been sucha longa longa time since the very last time i hold a book and literally study. GAHHHH~~~~&lt;br /&gt;* call up the lecturer of m'studies, IS THERE REALLY A TEST ON THIS COMING TUESDAY? hopefully not~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- wednesday class:&lt;br /&gt;* have fun yoohoooo.. it'll be just about the briefing of the final project as well as the research trip to Malacca next week xD~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- thursday class:&lt;br /&gt;* study the muscles ;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- friday class:&lt;br /&gt;* presentation ToT&lt;br /&gt;* work on the illustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, all in all, for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;- conduct a research on color~ *grr*&lt;br /&gt;- start studying for HoA *damn*&lt;br /&gt;- type the report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, thank you :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111245920096890031?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111245920096890031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111245920096890031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111245920096890031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111245920096890031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/today-was-really-sucha-blast-d-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111235633155998338</id><published>2005-04-01T18:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T18:52:11.560+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feel free to click:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48508805@N00/8078089/"&gt;the lonely tree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48508805@N00/8078088/"&gt;the washroom's door&lt;/a&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48508805@N00/8078086/"&gt;me... silly morning pose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48508805@N00/8077551/"&gt;my housemate, sar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48508805@N00/8077550/"&gt;another housemate, ve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48508805@N00/8077550/"&gt;my new nightlamp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48508805@N00/8077546/"&gt;my fave one...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48508805@N00/8077073/"&gt;my glasses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48508805@N00/8077072/"&gt;the swimmingpool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48508805@N00/8077070/"&gt;i like this view very much.. taken from syl's room&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48508805@N00/8077069/"&gt;sky...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeap. they're all taken with my brand new nikon f75 :P don't.u.ever.dare.to.steal anything. if u want one, contact me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111235633155998338?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111235633155998338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111235633155998338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111235633155998338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111235633155998338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/feel-free-to-click-lonely-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111235273672423138</id><published>2005-04-01T17:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T17:52:16.726+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Asks For A Love Lot &gt;&gt; never watch it. seriously. you'll end up feeling so regretful. whatever the term is. x| it's such a boh-ring movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't get it, about the movie tastes between my mates and moi. they always love those kinds of lovey-dovey types of movies, those mandarin ones which they say funny but i say 'omg~ so wasteful!'... :/ this has always happened between my old friends and moi. is it me or is it them who just gets the weird taste? hehe. i also never like chick-lits, *like shopaholic? damn boring!!* but most of the females out there love it.~ weird. i feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other note, while the movie reached halfway, i felt so bored so i browsed around Xanga. i used to own an account there too, that's erm, SO LONG LONG TIME AGO! like, 4 years ago hahaha.. yeah. my good ol' times :P if u ask for my addy now, sorry, i've deleted it since a year ago. :P it's kinda embarassing even when i read it myself :P my grammar was so so broken. my vocabs were so limited. but my story was LONG~ lol. i always typed down every single details abt my daily life. so lame eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so can't wait for tomorrow. chuchuchcuhchcuhcuhcu :3~~~~~ ssshhooppinnggg baybeh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111235273672423138?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111235273672423138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111235273672423138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111235273672423138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111235273672423138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/asks-for-love-lot-never-watch-it.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111234490411495104</id><published>2005-04-01T15:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T15:41:44.116+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HUAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!! IT'S FRIDAY AGAINNNNNNNNNNNNN ahahahahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week will be much much less stressing. why because i got only 4 things to do *FOUR? ONLY FOUR? yes i did just say ONLY FOUR :D*:&lt;br /&gt;- illustration for my dearest mickey mouse and minnie mouse&lt;br /&gt;- submission of assignment 1 typefaces&lt;br /&gt;- history of art exam&lt;br /&gt;- m'studies midterm test *for this one, i'm not quite sure though*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDD tomorrow i'm accompanying syl2 going to city to buy a laptop. ~~~~ yoohooooooo.............. it's been more than one month *i think* that i haven't step my feet in the city FOR RELAXING. for projects, don't ask. :D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i'm so exhilarated. HAHA! alrightie. i'm off to watch Asks For A Love Lot :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111234490411495104?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111234490411495104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111234490411495104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111234490411495104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111234490411495104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/huaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111225587682489230</id><published>2005-03-31T14:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T14:57:56.826+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah u can smell that. I know it.. ah don't lie :P *apaan!* yes peeps, &lt;b&gt;STRESS IS OVER :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of so many hours of sleep, but compared to my friends', i'm still much much better! they didn't even have a minute to sleep whatsoever. i don't know what they're doing though. the ones that didn't sleep have not yet even submitted their works today. and not even finished YET! i've submitted and presentated my work yesterday... not that i'm bragging, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been noticing that singlish has got into me SO MUCH! :O~ this is certainly not good if i keep on talking with that &lt;i&gt;-lah! , what!, -meh!, -mah!, etc&lt;/i&gt;. i need to change that, but HELP, the caucasians at my school SUCK BIG TIME!! ~ there's one eurasian in my class and she talks really good english, but she talks waaaaayyy too fast! &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;.&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but singlish is sexy too sometime, right? *entertaining myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111225587682489230?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111225587682489230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111225587682489230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111225587682489230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111225587682489230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/yeah-u-can-smell-that.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111206659770797556</id><published>2005-03-29T10:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T10:23:17.706+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>earthquake last night. big one. my hometown was so 'creepy' last night. the electricity and all the cellular phone service were blocked! i felt it too here. and big one too if i may say. it's such a traumatic thing for me still. :( i slept at 5 this morning and woke up at 10. that's why i skipped the morning class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm now going to the next class. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111206659770797556?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111206659770797556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111206659770797556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111206659770797556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111206659770797556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/earthquake-last-night_29.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111189303574415214</id><published>2005-03-27T10:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T10:10:35.746+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recaps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday night i had a sleepover at syl2's place. man it's really sucha boring night.. we're both so stressed of assignments and projects that's why we couldn't go mad like we usually do. =/ this week is certainly a full-off-stress week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd made my sculpture yesterday, it took around 6 hours :/ but it kinda cracked when i checked this morning =/ UGH. i stayed up late till 2 am in order to do my projects and my paperworks.. aaarrggghh &gt;.&gt; i think i might stay up late again tonight. GRRRRRRRR....... frrrrrrrrr............ for me it's not really the assignments or the projects that drive me so insane, it's the PRESENTATION. fuck presentation.. hate youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rumors say that my lecturer is nice during classes but a tiger on presentation. MAN I'M SO SCARED! &gt;O~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me pass this wednesday and next friday peacefully... and i'll thank heavennnnn..~~ whooh talking shit liao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111189303574415214?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111189303574415214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111189303574415214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111189303574415214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111189303574415214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/recaps.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111175118110718171</id><published>2005-03-25T18:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T18:46:21.110+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love you babeee..~~ hehehehe &gt;&gt; apa sih yah! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's weekendddddd... finalllyyyy :DDDDDDDDDD but i have so many stuffs to do for next week deadline/submission. aza aza aza fighting~~~! ganbatte neeeee~~~~~~~!! *so energetic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know what, my typography lecturer said that i was such a sweet girl during the class ;p "whoah this girl ah.. always laugh.. what a sweet girl.. :)" teeheehee.. :D what a compliment. It's hard to find people who have smiley faces everyday now isn't it ;p i don't need u to say me pretty, beautiful, cute, whatsoever. just say me friendly, i will be very very happy to hear that ;D~ *whoah pity me now.*&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie then. enough of slacking around... time for shower and yoohoo.. projects *no, cannot die! semangattt!!* :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111175118110718171?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111175118110718171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111175118110718171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111175118110718171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111175118110718171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-you-babeee.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111168059471555401</id><published>2005-03-24T22:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:09:54.716+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>help i'm stuck with my coloring :[[[[[[[[[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime i think graphic design just isn't the right choice for me. but sometime i think it is. :/ changing major? hrrrmm.. if i'm taking Masters later, i think. bah it's still a long long way to go hahahahahahahahahahahaha... meanwhileeeee... concentrate on current things first. which are: sketch, proposal, layout, research, survey, design, generating ideas, presentation, and the such.~ sounds so easy right. but actually it is NOT let me tell u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to think that graphic design was the easiest course in the world too, but i was wrong~ totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeee... &gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111168059471555401?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111168059471555401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111168059471555401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111168059471555401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111168059471555401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/help-im-stuck-with-my-coloring.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111166374923605570</id><published>2005-03-24T18:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T18:29:09.236+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucking disaster. Geez. why thursday is never a good day?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm getting diarrhoea (Again). argh! *cursing the Malay mixed rice that i ate yesterday* ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in the mood to talk about my daily life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it rained this evening before i got into the bus to go back home. while i was running on the pathway to get to the busstop, the rain droplets bit by bit soaked my body.. i felt so cold... so lonely... so... useless. :[ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm no longer the perfect stuff that i used to be. i'm not even a mediocre now. i'm.. rubbish. :(((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111166374923605570?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111166374923605570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111166374923605570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111166374923605570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111166374923605570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/fucking-disaster.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111162607085048620</id><published>2005-03-24T07:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T08:01:10.850+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember about the website that i once 'accused' for stealing away my work? I'd had a talk with the designer and now everything's okay already. It's just a misunderstanding~ gomen ne TG! heehhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm leaving for school in several minutes. Tomorrow is Friday. At last. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111162607085048620?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111162607085048620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111162607085048620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111162607085048620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111162607085048620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/remember-about-website-that-i-once.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111156913684118729</id><published>2005-03-23T16:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T16:12:16.843+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8 more days for STRESS to be over. eight more days... SO CAN'T WAIT MANNNNN~~&lt;br /&gt;not that midterm break will be delivered as soon as that, but at least, i can get myself to have more decent sleeps. and, shopping bayyybeeh~ it's still megasale xDDDDDD~~ the megasale schedules are always not fair for us. march *when school reopens after summer break*, august *when school reopens after winter break* and december *when i'm flying back to my hometown* sniffies. that's why... kekekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other note, i often feel funny with myself when i sign in for my friendster account. so my e-mail is actually jeanette_hadi @ blablablablablabla but i often typed it wrong as jeanette_haid @ blablablablablabla... haid means menstruation in bahasa indonesia. haohaohaohaoaohaohao... :P :P :P i feel 'cursed' with that name. kekekeke lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i'm off to dodol &amp; syl2's place.. caooo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111156913684118729?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111156913684118729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111156913684118729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111156913684118729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111156913684118729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/8-more-days-for-stress-to-be-over.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111156859521395204</id><published>2005-03-23T15:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T16:03:15.213+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fooohhhh... TIRED LAH TIRED LAAAAHH!! need decent sleeps!! grrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be my CS class presentation. We should be dressed up and everything because it is a &lt;strong&gt;formal&lt;/strong&gt; presentation *dies* how i loathe those words. sheesh. anyway based on the random numbers, my turn will be the eighth out of twenty nine. not bad eh. ve got the lucky number one.. hoahaohaohaoha... but anyway, it's good to be number one you know, you won't have to feel all the nervous things and such...~~ my english is deteriorating isn't it. damn malaysia. why am i here? heheheheehheehheehhe lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urm syl2 got me introduced to some christian fellowship guys. mostly from jakarta, if i'm not wrong. verrrrrryyy funny. it went like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andy: hi, andy&lt;br /&gt;me: hi jeanette&lt;br /&gt;*and then suddenly a fly flied and landed right on the middle part of that guy's nose, and you know me, i'm very sensitive to that kind of thing, i held myself not to burst out laughing until syl finished introducing me to the other two guys*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to the lift, syl and me couldn't help ourselves laughing out loud. LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL. we're so hyper. we're so sensitive to such things. i wonder what nerves aren't working properly inside our brains. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday tomorrow, the day that i hate the most. dooonn't ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to socialize more with people. should i join the fellowship as well? i mean, i'm neither christian nor a catholic... hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111156859521395204?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111156859521395204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111156859521395204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111156859521395204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111156859521395204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/fooohhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111151092052700134</id><published>2005-03-22T23:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T00:02:00.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired. :(&lt;br /&gt;My comic project is almost done, only the coloring part. Argh.~ I think I'll just get settled with watercolour~ since it's the easiest and the fastest. Well except for some parts that require details then I'll go for colour pen or aquatic pencil colour. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, jane was the model for my school fashion show :D at first when she went around the cafeteria, i was half shouting to my other mates "hey that looks like jane!" and they all said "IT IS JANE!" whoah!!!!! she's sooooo dressed up and soooooo puurrfectlyyy good looking :DDDD Her eyes were so 'smokey', as how my mate called it. Hahaha... My other mates were all so surprised to see her also. hahahahaha... at the end of the day after the fashion show, which was held in ionno, times square i think? she said to doltan "i was a slut for a day". then when we all met up again at the bus stop, doltan said to me "hey jean, lemme introduce you to this new girl, introduce yourself jane!" jane : "Hi!" me : "Hi!" doltan "her name is 'SLUT FOR A DAY'" wuahahahahahahhahaa... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today got so many interesting stories :D later... zzZZZzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111151092052700134?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111151092052700134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111151092052700134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111151092052700134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111151092052700134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111142078836191883</id><published>2005-03-21T22:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T22:59:48.363+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I asked dodol to buy me the "Jew shoes" @ Vincci yesterday. BAHAHAHAHAHA... don't ask why Jew shoes.~ anyway it's the same shoes as syl2's but just different color. Not that i'm trying to copycate herrrr!!! rawr! heuehuehue it's not really good looking, but it's very comfy for my feet and beside, yeah, as always... it's so fucking CHEAPPPPPP~~~! only RM 14.95 abaahahahahahahaha... :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah anyway afternoon class for tomorrow. teeeeeheee....~~~ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111142078836191883?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111142078836191883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111142078836191883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111142078836191883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111142078836191883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-asked-dodol-to-buy-me-jew-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111140530561052502</id><published>2005-03-21T18:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T18:41:45.610+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mates told me that I looked so &lt;em&gt;Monalisa&lt;/em&gt; today, and Monalisa means sleepy, because notice that Monalisa painting? The eyes are so 'hanging' right. LOL. I couldn't sleep really well last night, and PLUS, that new housemate of mine was sooooooooo 'loud'. Today is her first orientation day so she had to go to the campus earlier than us. My bedroom is located near to the living room and the frontdoor that's why I could hear very clearly what she's doing and the stuffs. It's really distracting my sleep!!!!! $#%^&amp;@!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my mates were kind of keypoh they dared to ask her what her name was yesterday, that new member looks kinda hostile, so that's why and so she said "Call me Lee", one of my mate heard it as "Milly" so she said "Alright.. Milly... Milly..." xDD~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was okay today. First submission of assignment 1 for Photography subject. My work wasn't voted AT ALL. hahaha how sad eh. Winnie The Pooh's got voted the most so she got the 2 b&amp;w film bonus from our lecturer *envious* ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111140530561052502?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111140530561052502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111140530561052502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111140530561052502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111140530561052502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-mates-told-me-that-i-looked-so.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111133678600845972</id><published>2005-03-20T23:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T23:39:46.010+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>every story will always have to end. either in a good way or a bad one.&lt;br /&gt;and so is yours and mine. &lt;br /&gt;and so are yours all and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this evening one of my close friends told me that she cried while watching A Walk To Remember, suddenly my mind got directed to the memory of "him" watching this movie and cried too.&lt;br /&gt;i'd watched it for over million times, but never did once i cry.&lt;br /&gt;then this close friend of mine continued "i used to. i used to never cry on any sappy romantic movies. i thought they were all craps and stuffs. but that's before i actually knew what love was"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's true. because just now i rewatched My Sassy Girl, a comedy romantic Korean movie, i nearly broke down~ A Walk To Remember is ten times sadder than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I assume that I've known what love is by now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But problem is, I don't know who I do actually love. *rofl*~ ah gees whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't supposed to bother my mind right now. I got so many priorities above love... Love is a CRAP. nuff saiddd... goodnite y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111133678600845972?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111133678600845972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111133678600845972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111133678600845972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111133678600845972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/every-story-will-always-have-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111124327529510254</id><published>2005-03-19T21:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T21:41:15.296+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>go to school every morning&lt;br /&gt;get back home late in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;all tired, or exhausted is more proper i think&lt;br /&gt;chased by deadlines/submissions of the next days&lt;br /&gt;anxious about the next days before able to go peacefully into a sleep&lt;br /&gt;feel stupid&lt;br /&gt;feel useless&lt;br /&gt;feel pointless&lt;br /&gt;feel weak&lt;br /&gt;and no one who can be totally trusted is around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just still &lt;i&gt;new&lt;/i&gt; for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep on being awakened in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;mind wandered everywhere&lt;br /&gt;yearning for everything with the way they used to be&lt;br /&gt;ya know, the random calls, the routine SMSes, the .. eh okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just, can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy by morning-evening, all frustrated by night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111124327529510254?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111124327529510254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111124327529510254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111124327529510254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111124327529510254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/go-to-school-every-morning-get-back.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111119397320577439</id><published>2005-03-19T07:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T07:59:33.206+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dreamt of u last night. weird eh. LOL. anyway. I'm soooo loving this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Manusia Bodoh - Ada Band&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E F#&lt;br /&gt;Dahulu terasa indah&lt;br /&gt;B E B&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin lupakan&lt;br /&gt;C#m B F# &lt;br /&gt;Bermesraan s'lalu jadi satu &lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;Kenangan manis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A G#m&lt;br /&gt;Tiada yang salah&lt;br /&gt;F#m G# C#m B&lt;br /&gt;Hanya aku manusia bodoh&lt;br /&gt;A G#m F#m G#m&lt;br /&gt;Yang biarkan semua ini permainkanku&lt;br /&gt;Am B&lt;br /&gt;Berulang ulang ulang kali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff :&lt;br /&gt;E B C#m&lt;br /&gt;Mencoba bertahan sekuat hati&lt;br /&gt;B F#m&lt;br /&gt;Layaknya karang yang &lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;Dihempas sang ombak&lt;br /&gt;E B C#m&lt;br /&gt;Jalani hidup dalam buai belaka&lt;br /&gt;B F#m B&lt;br /&gt;Serahkan cinta tulus di dalam takdir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E F#m&lt;br /&gt;Tak ayal tingkah lakumu&lt;br /&gt;B E B&lt;br /&gt;Buatku putus asa&lt;br /&gt;C#m B F#&lt;br /&gt;Kadang akal sehat ini&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;Belum cukup membendungnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A G#m&lt;br /&gt;Hanya kepedihan&lt;br /&gt;F#m G# C#m B&lt;br /&gt;Yang s'lalu datang menertawakanku&lt;br /&gt;A G#m&lt;br /&gt;Engkau belahan jiwa&lt;br /&gt;F#m G#m Am B&lt;br /&gt;Tega menari indah di atas tangisanku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembali ke: Reff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G#m A G#m&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sampai kapankah ku harus&lt;br /&gt;A F#m B E&lt;br /&gt;Menanggungnya kutukan cinta ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;C G A&lt;br /&gt;Semua kisah pasti ada akhir&lt;br /&gt;B E&lt;br /&gt;Yang harus dilalui&lt;br /&gt;C G B&lt;br /&gt;Begitu juga akhir kisah ini yakinku indah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembali ke: Reff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G#m A G#m&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sampai kapankah ku harus&lt;br /&gt;A F#m B &lt;br /&gt;Menanggungnya kutukan cinta ini&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;Bersemayam dalam kalbu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;===========================&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad... yes... everything... all... mixed up into one... i don't know. gahhh... &lt;br /&gt;ah anyway class in one hour. got to prepare. i got to sleep for only 5 hours last night. couldn't put myself to sleep well. again, i don't knowww...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111119397320577439?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111119397320577439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111119397320577439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111119397320577439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111119397320577439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-dreamt-of-u-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111116130061776848</id><published>2005-03-18T22:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T22:55:00.620+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoah. what a very very tiring dayyyyy... eee &gt;.&gt; pardon my singlish, can? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i overslept this morning. hairgh. late for 20 minutes than usual ;p but still good actually since my housemates were always later than me :P then we're so lucky we still got the bus ^^ reached school at the usual time, went to Typography class. We had to do 20 sketches and stuffs, guess what, out of 30-something ppl in my class, only me and one of my gals who made it! good what ;p everyone said "whoah..!" kekeke.. but actually no. we designed shit. LOLx. the lecturer said good lah, we're not lazy and stuffs. kekekeke. class finished at erm... 5 pm something. yeah, very long hor... me also very bored. Winnie The Pooh was so funny, she kept walking around all the tables and said "Aiyo why so nice! Don't do so nice lah!! Hahahah.." very very chubby and funny that girl. I love to pinch her cheeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyy.. after the class we went for HoA tutorial. My analysis was good oredi now i have to regroup everything and start preparing for the final essay. Yeaps!! Ganbatte ne~~~ And then tutorial finished at 6.15 pm something, late for bus oredi so had to call for taxi. Jeeeehhhh... wait for almost 30 minutes.. While waiting, dodol bought French Fries for us. We ate like pigs!!!! No liee... 2 plates of French Fries finished in less than 30 mins ;p i had the pictures, but later, i got them saved in my cellphone and my cellphone is being charged at the moment. so yea ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we reached home at 7 pm something.. another taxi was oredi on the way because we wanted to go to mall. so you see it's very hurry for us ;( got no time to take a shower or anything, so sticky and sweaty... yeee &gt;.&gt; we didn't directly reach the mall though, the taxi driver got the wrong info about where we wanted to go. haiks, so had to go another way around again. so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached the mall quite late oredi, quickly went to KFC to fill up our tummies. Kekeke while they ordered for their meals, me and ve went up to the camera store to develop our photography things first. one of the guys there actually looked cute but awkwardly nerd sometime i think hehehe... after our meals @ KFC, we went around Tesco for groceryshopping. I didn't really do groceryshopping lah, I was just introducing my friend who's just moved here about this mall. Besides he's still in need of so many stuffs for his room. I bought another magazine rack... whoah it's so simple and so looking good and not to mention very very CHEAP! kekeke.. can't help it. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way back to home ah, aiyooo this bus guy quarreled with one black guy. GRRRRR... so tired already :((((((((((((((((( finally reached home at 10.15 something loh. before that we stopped by dodol &amp; syl's place first. i really love to stop by there. donno why. kekekeke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see i've been "on" since 8.20 am until now, 11.50 pm, but i can say no one second was wasted in boredom. my friends, they, are really powerful xD~ muach to you allllll.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i'm chatting with one of my friends residing in taiwan. he and i are about to start a new website project. but can't tell u anything first,.. but that's the rough idea. hehehe... wish us luck? thanks! nah... we've been mates since, erm almost 5 years i think ^^ so don't think anything out of friends context okay. he's got a gf, and he's my cousin's friend @ tw. ooohhkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrightie. t's very late already. if i can't sleep den i will go and continue my the sims uni ;DDDDD &lt;3 lovveeeee u all.. tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111116130061776848?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111116130061776848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111116130061776848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111116130061776848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111116130061776848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/whoah.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111102095350590716</id><published>2005-03-17T07:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T07:55:53.506+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is Thursday. But tomorrow isn't my weekend YET! i still have class on Saturday... *sobs sobs* ;'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111102095350590716?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111102095350590716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111102095350590716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111102095350590716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111102095350590716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111097468746588314</id><published>2005-03-16T19:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T19:04:47.466+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sad~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the hero, never comes to you &lt;br /&gt;If you need someone, you're feeling blue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you wait for love, and you're alone&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you call your friends, nobody's home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can run away, but you can't hide &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through a storm and through a lonely night &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll show you there's a destiny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best things in life, they are free &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna cry: cry on my shoulder &lt;br /&gt;If you need someone, who cares for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're feeling sad, your heart gets colder &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I show you what real love can do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your sky is grey oh let me know &lt;br /&gt;There's a place in heaven, where we'll go &lt;br /&gt;If heaven is, a million years away &lt;br /&gt;Oh just call me and I'll make your day &lt;br /&gt;When the nights are getting cold and blue &lt;br /&gt;When the days are getting hard for you &lt;br /&gt;I will always stay by your side &lt;br /&gt;I promise you, I'll never hide &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;escape door is miles away. dark and cold and empty is all i feel. but i don't need any fake attention from anyone. i don't need anything from anyone. i am FINE. with all my friends over here, i &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111097468746588314?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111097468746588314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111097468746588314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111097468746588314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111097468746588314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/sad-if-hero-never-comes-to-you-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111087691476701259</id><published>2005-03-15T15:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T15:55:14.766+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just very random. i checked my tracker and i got this list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malaysia &lt;br /&gt;indonesia -- *who could they be?*&lt;br /&gt;satellite provider -- *satellite... i only know nana who uses satellite*&lt;br /&gt;united states -- *i don't really care i mean i don't have anyone who's so close to me who lives in the us*&lt;br /&gt;singapore -- *idem*&lt;br /&gt;australia -- the number is increasing pretty slowly. curious yes i am since i check it's the same computer that person is using.&lt;br /&gt;united kingdom -- i don't know anyone from the uk&lt;br /&gt;taiwan -- just. don't. ever. be. my cousins. i don't like my real life ppl reading my private note.&lt;br /&gt;japan, france, malta, united arab emirates, netherlands, canada, spain, mexico, qatar, norway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where they got my URL...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111087691476701259?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111087691476701259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111087691476701259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111087691476701259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111087691476701259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-very-random.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111087641810022438</id><published>2005-03-15T15:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T15:49:29.603+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back home. History of art was pretty interesting for today. We discussed about Baroque and Rococo. Mannnn... I'm really in love w/ Rococo. Hahahaha. I really love the THE SWING painting ^o^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have loads of shitty assignments for this week so i guess i won't be able posting long-ass entry unless there's really something i'm going to talk about. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, i really have this thing so distracting in my mind currently. to anyone that feels that s/he is/are the one/s that i'm talking about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i can't get it why you liked to pretend. to pretend as if you're happy to be with me. to pretend as if you're happy. or to pretend as if you're better than me. while inside your mind, you knew it, you're jealous of that something little tiny thing that i have and you don't have. no. don't lie. and i'm not being pompous here. you thought i didn't notice? i did. but i always do the vice-versa thing, if u think u could pretend well, i could do it back to u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should admit, jealousy is a very natural thing, though. everybody gets jealous. but what that makes it different is the types. whether it's a supporting jealousy or a destructing jealousy. you get it, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i should admit this as well, i do, too, sometime, get jealous of you. because u have something that i don't have. but i guess i won't be really into it, since every human gets his own talents. right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why i'm writing this is because, i feel so uncomfy sometimes when u start showing that pointless attitude. grow up is all i can tell. =) or if u can't do it, stop bothering my life. i only have this sweet little tiny life. and it alone won't be long enough for me to live it. :) merci.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been playing with my SLR camera lots lately ;D i love taking photos of underconstruction building and all the ppl around. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should take my shower now. tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111087641810022438?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111087641810022438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111087641810022438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111087641810022438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111087641810022438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-got-back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111072890320635712</id><published>2005-03-13T22:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:48:23.210+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/trcmn/lemari.gif" alt="u like it? me likes it ;p" align="left"&gt; I bought this compartments at the mall while we went out for sushi dinner. Hehehe... how does it look uh? I like it very very much since it's quite unique. It's made of cloths.. yeaps. See my superfriggingthink Art book? Kekekek.. But it's pretty cheap that's why I bought it ;p Now my stuffs aren't so messy on my workspace anymore. And anyway this is how my workspace looks like now. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/trcmn/myworkspace.gif" alt="my new workspace" align="right"&gt; teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought The Sims University, but *sobs* Alyn *my sister* played around with my original the sims 2 when i went back to indo and now it's lost already :( so i can't install the expansion version now :( hopefully my friend has it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah okay.. i want to read some of my research before i hit my sack. tatayaall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111072890320635712?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111072890320635712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111072890320635712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111072890320635712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111072890320635712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-bought-this-compartments-at-mall.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111070353463776764</id><published>2005-03-13T15:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T15:45:34.636+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The rain falls down so prettily like snow.&lt;br /&gt;It's very cold here :(&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows so hard. &lt;br /&gt;Bogoshipoyo...&lt;br /&gt;Je'mennuie de vous...&lt;br /&gt;Hao xiang ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;===&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/trcmn/jenns.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" align="right"&gt;My Mickey and Minnie collection in my bedroom. I left several huge Mickey Minnie dolls back in Indo. Miss em. ^^ Rain always causes me missing so many things I love.. ;'( I hate rain. *Jots down reason #123,345 why I hate rain*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111070353463776764?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111070353463776764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111070353463776764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111070353463776764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111070353463776764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/rain-falls-down-so-prettily-like-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111069365283351070</id><published>2005-03-13T12:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T13:00:52.833+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back to the previous Sundays... Looking back to all the good ol' Sundays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Sun Plaza. &lt;br /&gt;I miss the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the air.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the comfy cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the good food.&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the joy you used to give me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the useless and pointless convo that we had in the car which led us laughing and cuddling with each other in the end.&lt;br /&gt;I miss e v e r y t h i n g ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything had to end in just several weird seconds. &lt;br /&gt;Which is still a question for me, "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... I'm never going to cry over it anymore. Shit happens, life goes on. Right? I must start closing that diary of the past. And start something new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memory was sweet. I learnt many things from it. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111069365283351070?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111069365283351070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111069365283351070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111069365283351070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111069365283351070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111064046021774386</id><published>2005-03-12T22:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T22:14:20.216+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A, B, C, D and E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A went abroad for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;B went to visit her boyfriend-to-be ;p&lt;br /&gt;C went to her grandma's place&lt;br /&gt;Left D and E...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss u guys.. be back tomorrow okay... promise be back tomorrow.. *bear hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111064046021774386?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111064046021774386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111064046021774386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111064046021774386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111064046021774386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/b-c-d-and-e.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111063555734369371</id><published>2005-03-12T20:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T20:52:37.343+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;But you will never know what it is like to be left alone outside.&lt;br /&gt;You will never know :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111063555734369371?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111063555734369371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111063555734369371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111063555734369371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111063555734369371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/but-you-will-never-know-what-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111063312719183717</id><published>2005-03-12T20:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T20:12:07.193+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many projects and assigments ahead arrrrggghhh... :(&lt;br /&gt;This evening I went out with ve to take some pictures outside. I got quite a lot actually. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignment talk aside.. i just ran AdAware and now my notebook isn't working so slowly anymore now. I miss the girlsssssss... Girlssss.. come backkkk..... LOL together againnnnnnn... Here we are so lonely without you threeeee... *sniffies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111063312719183717?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111063312719183717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111063312719183717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111063312719183717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111063312719183717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-many-projects-and-assigments-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111060813978715330</id><published>2005-03-12T13:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T13:15:39.790+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So.. whaddya think? Too much text? Hahahaha.. ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up pretty early. Took my breakie. Did laundry. Finished my sketches a lil bit. Lunch. Continued with this layout. Posted it. and yeap... now i want to take my shower =p =p =p =p =p =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111060813978715330?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111060813978715330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111060813978715330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111060813978715330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111060813978715330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/so.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111054037908989788</id><published>2005-03-11T18:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T18:26:29.496+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk a lonely road&lt;br /&gt;The only one that I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where it goes&lt;br /&gt;But it's home to me and I walk alone &gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt;yes I'm walking alone now.. let me think.. yes yes i am...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;and I'm the only one and I walk alone &gt;&gt; &lt;i&gt;at least the city isn't sleeping.. it's very busy... very hectic...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone &gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt;bah but i'm not wishing for someone out there to find me lol. i am FINE. lol. yeah i write like a stupid emo now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking down the line&lt;br /&gt;That divides me somewhere in my mind&lt;br /&gt;On the border line&lt;br /&gt;Of the edge and where I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;What's fucked up and everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;Check my vital signs&lt;br /&gt;To know I'm still alive and I walk alone &gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh yes baby.. at least i'm still alive :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111054037908989788?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111054037908989788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111054037908989788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111054037908989788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111054037908989788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/boulevard-of-broken-dreamsyes-im.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111053843889954416</id><published>2005-03-11T17:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T17:53:58.900+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since I can't make it into VM order *sorry, madam.. sorry, sir... ;p*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-photography: 1 roll film on great d.o.f &amp; shallow d.o.f&lt;br /&gt;-communication: friggin' questionnaires... ugh!&lt;br /&gt;-history of art: research... :(&lt;br /&gt;-creative studies: finish half of the comic&lt;br /&gt;-life drawing: 60 sketches on skulls ;(&lt;br /&gt;-design studies: 1 animal font, 20 sketches on assgn 1, 10 layout prints for assgn 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure so many to do yet so little time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, this is friday baby.. YOU MAKE ME WANNA LA LAAAAAA~~~ I WANT TO SCREAM BABYYYYYYYYYYY........ I'M ALWAYS SO EXHILARATED ON FRIDAYS...... BAHAHAHAHA... XD i &lt;3 friday *teddy hug Mr. Friday* :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111053843889954416?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111053843889954416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111053843889954416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111053843889954416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111053843889954416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/since-i-cant-make-it-into-vm-order.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111050045075469967</id><published>2005-03-11T07:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T07:20:50.756+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dreams last night:&lt;br /&gt;- I forgot to bring my camera to my Life Drawing class *weird eh. Life Drawing and camera... ;p*&lt;br /&gt;- something about my family.. i've been dreaming lots about my family lately.. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;- forget ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my layout was roughly done last night. ^o^ just a simple one. not the kind of blog of a designer that you would ever expect for. hopefully today will be a wonderful day... ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111050045075469967?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111050045075469967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111050045075469967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111050045075469967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111050045075469967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-dreams-last-night-i-forgot-to-bring.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696286.post-111046440531277446</id><published>2005-03-10T21:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T21:20:05.313+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just come back from the mall. =) Saw so many Greatest Love Songs / Tender Love Songs cds on sale. Mannn.. how ironic is that. Love? BAH. hahahaha... Have also been listening to so many sappy lovey-dovey songs lately... Esp. the mandarin ones.. and u know when it comes to mandarin songs they always serve the sappiest crap in this world. But ah nevermind. I guess I'm just plain right now. But I'm still normal. To prove that, I do have some little crushes on cute hunks at my school *the photography guy... WwAWWawwWawAWwAAAA so keey00t aaaa...~~ too bad that he's already got a gf lor :( but the guy that stays across from my aprtment is also ky000tt!! ;p so many still, but.. just crushes lar...* =p hhehehehe... relationship is a very risky thing, i won't bother to be into one anymore unless i've found someone who's really really perfect for my criteria. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now I would like to enjoy my single-hood to the max first. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't taken my shower eeee... ;p calm down lah.. going to take liaoo... tralaaaa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696286-111046440531277446?l=theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111046440531277446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696286&amp;postID=111046440531277446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111046440531277446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696286/posts/default/111046440531277446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadcallsmyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-come-back-from-mall.html' title=''/><author><name>fallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14672573825237902900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
