<?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-663947361702931547</id><updated>2011-12-23T09:10:57.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Change</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-2786723456693037912</id><published>2011-11-28T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T03:27:25.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love, Till The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;There was once this guy who was very much in love with his girl.&lt;br /&gt;This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his future doesn't seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the both of them, so they went their own ways there and then... Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company. You never fail until you stop trying. One rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://drenched.it/" target="_blank" style="cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:windowtext"&gt;drenched.It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;didn't take him long to realize they were his girl's parents.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same any more; he had his own company, car, condo, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and followed ... and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right beside her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They explained, she did not leave for France at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was ill with cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want to be his obstacle ... therefore she had chosen to leave him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; float: none; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; float: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;She had wanted her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again ... he can take some of those back with him... Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may escape but what's in your heart will remain forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none; "&gt;The guy just wept.....The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside her knowing you can't have her, see her or be with her ever again.........hope you understand. Find time to realise that there is one person who means so much to you, for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you thought meant nothing to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-2786723456693037912?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/2786723456693037912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=2786723456693037912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/2786723456693037912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/2786723456693037912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2011/11/true-love-till-end.html' title='True Love, Till The End'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-6102667750783440247</id><published>2011-11-28T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T03:23:02.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, From A Glass Of Milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, serif; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; "&gt;One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, serif; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; float: none; "&gt;He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; float: none; "&gt;However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; float: none; "&gt;She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?" "You don't owe me anything," she replied "Mother has taught us never to accept payment for a kindness." He said... "Then I thank you from my heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; float: none; "&gt;As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to giveup and quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; float: none; "&gt;Years later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; float: none; "&gt;When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; float: none; "&gt;He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case. After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; float: none; "&gt;He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally, she looked, and something caught her attention on the side as she read these words......"Paid in full with one glass of milk." (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; float: none; "&gt;Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You, GOD, that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-6102667750783440247?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/6102667750783440247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=6102667750783440247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/6102667750783440247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/6102667750783440247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-from-glass-of-milk_28.html' title='Love, From A Glass Of Milk'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-7713047948280791270</id><published>2011-10-21T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T04:13:16.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; background:black;mso-highlight:black;mso-shading:white;mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;Eventhough I'm selfish&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to tell you this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Being selfish on my own&lt;br /&gt;but I want to see you now&lt;br /&gt;because I'm in the middle of falling in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;background:black;mso-highlight:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-MY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt;text-align:center; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;background:black;mso-highlight:black; mso-shading:white;mso-fareast-language:EN-MY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of being hurt by your past love&lt;br /&gt;you couldn't trust other people&lt;br /&gt;and I feel the same way as you do&lt;br /&gt;but you are different&lt;br /&gt;you are glowing&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid by the feeling in my heart&lt;br /&gt;but I want to be by your side&lt;br /&gt;this soft feeling is flowing&lt;br /&gt;your heart that wavers at first is slowly opening up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you now&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;It is strange&lt;br /&gt;Gazing up at the open sky&lt;br /&gt;I am assured&lt;br /&gt;I am in the middle of falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teasing friends always said&lt;br /&gt;"the two of you look good together"&lt;br /&gt;but in the end we ended up as friend&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to feel relieved about it&lt;br /&gt;but since when&lt;br /&gt;both of us&lt;br /&gt;during all these time we spent together&lt;br /&gt;I felt the feelings I've never had before&lt;br /&gt;when we are together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; background:black;mso-highlight:black;mso-fareast-language:EN-MY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; background:black;mso-highlight:black;mso-shading:white;mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;I've always been looking for the one&lt;br /&gt;unknowingly you've been infront of me&lt;br /&gt;Feeling different for the first time&lt;br /&gt;my real feelings is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna keep on loving you always&lt;br /&gt;always all about you&lt;br /&gt;this clumsy feelings&lt;br /&gt;happiness alone is sad&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you this feeling&lt;br /&gt;warmth of this soft feeling&lt;br /&gt;I want to treasure it&lt;br /&gt;when I'm falling for the last love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you&lt;br /&gt;let me stay near by your side&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;when looking at the sky&lt;br /&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;the time you come to me&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever let go of this love&lt;br /&gt;baby girl I wanna see you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna keep on loving you always&lt;br /&gt;this feelings that I can't get through to you&lt;br /&gt;but deep inside words are overflowing&lt;br /&gt;feelings that I want to tell you&lt;br /&gt;tight hugs and kisses&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel it more&lt;br /&gt;the night when I fall for the last love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the middle of falling in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:EN-MY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-7713047948280791270?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/7713047948280791270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=7713047948280791270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/7713047948280791270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/7713047948280791270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2011/10/eventhough-im-selfish-now-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-1293889685662648747</id><published>2011-09-12T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T09:38:07.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(28, 28, 28); "&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; "   &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;•°¯`•• ι love тнe way yoυ мaĸe мe laυgн ι love тнe way yoυ мaĸe мe..••´¯°•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°¯`•• тearѕ oғ joy ѕтreaм ғroм мy eyeѕ aѕ ι нear yoυr voιce, a lovιng ѕυrprιѕe..••´¯°•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°¯`•• ι love yoυ wнen yoυ're angry ι love yoυ wнen yoυ're ѕad ••´¯°•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°¯`•• ι love yoυ wнen yoυ're glad wнen yoυ тell мe oғ тнe day yoυ нad ••´¯°•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°¯`•• ι love yoυ тrυly ι love yoυ deeply ••´¯°•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°¯`•• ever ѕιnce тнe day ι leт yoυ мeeт мe.. ••´¯°•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°¯`•• ι мιѕѕed yoυ wнen yoυ leғт ι мιѕѕ yoυ now мore тнan ever ••´¯°•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°¯`•• wιтнoυт yoυ, мy lιғe ιѕ ѕтrιғe ••´¯°•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°¯`•• ι waιт ғor yoυ aѕ тнe dayѕ go вy мy love ιѕ growιng ιncн вy ιncн.. ••´¯°•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°¯`•• ι cannoт waιт тo ѕee yoυ agaιn вυт ι waιт ғor yoυ, and yoυr warм smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;•°¯`••&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-1293889685662648747?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/1293889685662648747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=1293889685662648747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/1293889685662648747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/1293889685662648747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-3063128445956363065</id><published>2011-09-09T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T09:16:25.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliver This Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wind of beginnings, deliver this message&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Because I will always believe in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;That time I was standing in a world I saw in my dream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I won't look back, because I've decided to walk forward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking up at the seven-colored rainbow in the sky, do you see it too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wind of beginnings, deliver this message&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I will watch your back as you run towards your dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I will always believe in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fluttering towards the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;When a person thinks about the one important to them&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surely they have a kind look on their face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The road through time is endless, move forward and don't give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wind of beginnings, deliver this message&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of your faraway journey, I will wait for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I believe my wish will be delivered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I meet you again someday, show me your smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wind of beginnings, deliver this message&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;At the end of your faraway journey, I will wait for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Because I believe my wish will be delivered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;There is nothing to be afraid of, "because you exist"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-3063128445956363065?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/3063128445956363065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=3063128445956363065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/3063128445956363065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/3063128445956363065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2011/09/wind-of-beginnings-deliver-this-message.html' title='Deliver This Message'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-2102158230798552077</id><published>2011-08-31T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T04:56:29.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will you listen to my story ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It'll just be a minute&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can i explain ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whatever happened here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I never meant to hurt you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;When i say I'm sorry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will you believe me ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Listen to my story&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Say you won't leave me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;When i say I'm sorry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you forgive me ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;When i say I'll always be there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will you believe in me ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;All the words that i come up with&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's no excuse, no explanation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If  I could undo what I did wrong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd give away all that I own&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I say I'm sorry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will you believe me ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I say I'm sorry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you forgive me ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I told you I've been cleaning my soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I promise you I'll regain control&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will you open your door&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And let me in ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take me for who i am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And not for who I've been ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I say I'm sorry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will you believe me ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you forgive me ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I say I'll always be there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will you believe in me ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I say I'm sorry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm Sorry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm Sorry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm Sorry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm Sorry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm Sorry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will you believe me ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  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href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2011/08/sorry_5970.html' title='Sorry~'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-2951807345523931891</id><published>2011-07-05T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:54:27.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>University : Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hey there people~ well, the title does say 'University : Part 1''. Most of you may be thinking this is a post about my first experience in university life. Sorry to disappoint you guys. This post is about my preparation for my uni life. The reason for Part 1 is simply because, intentionally, i wanted to make this post together with pictures. Buuuuut, the pictures are going to be delayed. So yea, i'll get to the pictures in Part 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Alrite, getting to the story. Just like every other form 6 leavers, i too am waiting for my UPU result. but, here's the catch. my result... ain't good enough for the course my parents want me to apply, Medicine. So, my dad made his plans to send me to Indonesia for my medicine degree. Now, i applied for Universitas Padjajaran. In order to get selected into that uni, i had to go for an entrance exam and an oral interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On 11th June, the agent organised classes to prepare all applicant for their entrance exam. there were about 53 of us, broken into two classes, Class A and Class B. without the need to say, Class B obviously was the better class. Not to mention the fact that i was in Class B as well. :p Anyways, first &lt;i&gt;half-day &lt;/i&gt;was pretty boring. i was practically sitting all by myself. why ?? because i dont know anyone there. well, there was this one guy who knew me, but i wasn't really keen on sticking close to him. most of reader are now wondering why i mentioned ''half-day''. the reason, i made friends during lunch ! And not to mention this girl *ehem ehem* is pretty. don't think too much people. I'm not gona break me 20 year single streak just yet. maybe after i graduate. but that's a topic for another day~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, from day 2 onwards, i had 2 friends to study together with. its pretty ironic that the 2 of them have opposite personalities. one is super calm, and the other is a worries too much~ anyways, the 3 of us amazingly did click very well and yea, we're kinda like besties now. hahahaha~ oh yea, i guess i didn't mention. classes were held from 11th-17th June from 8am-6pm. i know, Killer Classes. Names of my besties, Karen Low and Allison. (Allison. if you're reading this, please note i DID NOT make a spelling error for your name). despite the looooong hours of class, it was really fun. the lecturers were great and extremely sporting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;time for a little fussing. the exam had PHYSICS, which i dropped 2 years ago. which meant, i was totally blurr during physics class. another fuss, they're electron arrangement is a little weird. third fuss, calculator is NOT allowed. fourth fuss, periodic table not provided during exam. fifth fuss, no formula sheet or data booklet. these were some of the "great'' rules which made me soooo excited for the entrance exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;entrance exam was on the 19th. which means one free day on 18th to rest. but considering the extra good rules set by the Indonesian exam board, i planned to study. Awesomely, Karen wanted to study as well. and we both ended up revising from 9am-5pm at McD, The Mall (sumwhr near PWTC).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;19th arrived, exam day~ 100 objective questions, 2.5 hours, no calculator. i prayed extra hard to god. there's was another ''good news''. out of the 200 applicants for medicine, only 80 will be selected. wat a bummer ! well, everything ended on 19th and all was done. all that was left was to wait for the results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on 25th June, i received a phone call from Karen saying she passed. for the first 2 minutes, i was happy for her. but aftr that, reality kicked and bit me in the ass. her exam number was waaaay later than mine. so, why the hell did she get the call while i did not. did i fail ?? now that was a living nightmare. i cudn't take it. i turned on my pc, logged into the exam system, key-ed in my exam number. waiting... waiting... and yes !! I PASSED AS WELL !! isnt that awesome news. i'm the top 80 out of 200. one hour later, the agent calls and says i passed. how ''efficient''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;well, that's all for now, this is by far my longest post. next up, GOTCHA CALL post !! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-2951807345523931891?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/2951807345523931891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=2951807345523931891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/2951807345523931891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/2951807345523931891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2011/07/university-part-1.html' title='University : Part 1'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-5739624191894495275</id><published>2011-06-22T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T01:18:55.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, as promised, here's the next post about my working experience at SMK Kepong. I was working there for about 3 months, and i had a really fun time. Especially thanks to my 4 makmur class for being the most sporting and most co-operative class !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hmm, STPM was over somewhr in December. and i needed a job while waiting for my result. so, there i sent one sms to Pn.Aiza, who's the school PK1, but alot like a mother to me at school. she has helped me HEAPS and i dont know how i can ever re-pay her. i told her i wanted a job at school, and ta-da~ i got accepted to teach a bunch of form 4 kids Sejarah and Moral AND i was given charge of the Debate team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Debate and I go waay back together. haha.. i was the team captain, then the team coach, and this year, the teacher in charge. its practically IMPOSSIBLE to separate debate and me. u want proof, well, dis post was supposed to b about my class students. but somehow, debate got dragged in xD.. i guess its the bond me and debate have~ LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Getting the job offer was great. wat i considered as the bonus was 2 things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1) i was working in the morning session. (peisha and srijesh said it was impossible to get the morning shift as the principal will not allow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2) getting and air-conditioned room and access to the school library !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, my 3 months in school made me see school life in the teacher's point of view. i understood why teacher's chase after each single period that belongs to them. finishing the syllabus is hard. as i student, i loved assembly b'coz dat means no 1st and 2nd period most of the time. as i teacher, i hated assembly for robbing me of those precious moments (i wudnt b complaining if assembly robbed me of 4 Cekap instead &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The most fun i had in my working experience was definitely debate, and my favourite 4 Makmur. if i had not been given 4 makmur, my school working life would have been a total bore~ really wished that i could have had more time with them. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyways, on my last day, they all had a small farewell party for me. it was touching. more touching than that was their parting gift to me.. and the most touching of all, was, one of my students actually cried. made my heart break to see her cry so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4 makmur, wish u all the best for your coming exams and SPM ! thank you for everything. my blessing is always with all of you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;AND NOW, ITS PICTURE TIME~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LHK74mEuF_E/TgGkPbW42YI/AAAAAAAAAnA/21GnmCFpqZ4/s1600/reach%2Bdoor.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LHK74mEuF_E/TgGkPbW42YI/AAAAAAAAAnA/21GnmCFpqZ4/s320/reach%2Bdoor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620954394883840386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reach the class door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9l5XxSpkSuU/TgGkMmkn-eI/AAAAAAAAAm4/yynopqWuZ_k/s1600/open%2Btie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9l5XxSpkSuU/TgGkMmkn-eI/AAAAAAAAAm4/yynopqWuZ_k/s320/open%2Btie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620954346354637282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;''cut the ribbon'' (with my hand )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oL1LI32NXtg/TgGkJi5SmbI/AAAAAAAAAmw/mluTjOxcV5g/s320/enter%2Bclass.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620954293827967410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enter the class *notice confetti on floor*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UdIH5HwcYB8/TgGkFg39YcI/AAAAAAAAAmo/69tEZqLiFyU/s1600/whiteboard.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UdIH5HwcYB8/TgGkFg39YcI/AAAAAAAAAmo/69tEZqLiFyU/s320/whiteboard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620954224566034882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;message on board&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2h7mxDHefvs/TgGj_4ELuXI/AAAAAAAAAmg/C7uKwSh6Lq8/s1600/7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2h7mxDHefvs/TgGj_4ELuXI/AAAAAAAAAmg/C7uKwSh6Lq8/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620954127712106866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whole class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UZ1dv3bOX4Y/TgGj5pWnqRI/AAAAAAAAAmY/p6oT48YoN4E/s1600/6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UZ1dv3bOX4Y/TgGj5pWnqRI/AAAAAAAAAmY/p6oT48YoN4E/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620954020683688210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;girls only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DrpQeLmgj1s/TgGj2farb2I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/HzSbtegPJVE/s1600/5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DrpQeLmgj1s/TgGj2farb2I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/HzSbtegPJVE/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620953966476750690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whole class again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iMKthx1Y3vI/TgGjyyvkulI/AAAAAAAAAmI/aq-Qq8FUBT0/s1600/4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iMKthx1Y3vI/TgGjyyvkulI/AAAAAAAAAmI/aq-Qq8FUBT0/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620953902945188434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another whole class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jEtSR24s6LY/TgGjvw78a5I/AAAAAAAAAmA/3EYuY3bWeF4/s1600/3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jEtSR24s6LY/TgGjvw78a5I/AAAAAAAAAmA/3EYuY3bWeF4/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620953850920594322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whole class~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-28lFaD4rtWk/TgGjsTxna6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/RkTmkoZcnbg/s1600/2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-28lFaD4rtWk/TgGjsTxna6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/RkTmkoZcnbg/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620953791553039266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;boys only~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kCdf5k0Ef5M/TgGjnH9UORI/AAAAAAAAAlw/vLgVJRIMR98/s1600/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kCdf5k0Ef5M/TgGjnH9UORI/AAAAAAAAAlw/vLgVJRIMR98/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620953702481541394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~the girls who love to go out~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfKQwm-p_qE/TgGjiHxRL1I/AAAAAAAAAlo/En1ghlIlyvU/s1600/215743_1964703724377_1446392074_32204724_5823200_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfKQwm-p_qE/TgGjiHxRL1I/AAAAAAAAAlo/En1ghlIlyvU/s320/215743_1964703724377_1446392074_32204724_5823200_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620953616531664722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;MY FAREWELL GIFT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-5739624191894495275?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/5739624191894495275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=5739624191894495275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-4846538520469039295</id><published>2011-06-21T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T07:21:32.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From The Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heyo my blog~ well, its been a looooong time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyways, i've been freaking lazy and busy lately, so, no time to blog. recently, i was reading another dead blog.. it made me want to revive my very own dead blog. therefore, i am officially raising it back from the dead. it is now in the process of living again. jus thought that i made the announcement before putting up any posts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 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style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I’m glad that you’re here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No matter the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can always smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No matter how many years pass while we’re away from each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nothing will have changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We’re Best Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love you, I really love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I’m sorry for waiting so long to say this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was driven into a corner alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When I hear your faint voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I felt like I could make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can tell you anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even things I can’t tell my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You understand better than anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When I’m happy you’re just as happy for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And you’re the one to scold me when I’m wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I’m glad that you’re here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No matter the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can always smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No matter how many years pass while we’re away from each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nothing will have changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We’re Best Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love you, I really love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You quickly see through my pretenses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When I’m feeling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You’re the first to send me caring emails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That have saved me so many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You said I should go ahead and cry when I feel like crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Because you’d be at my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My greatest ally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wonder if there’s anything I can do for someone like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When I figure it out I’ll race over to you, I promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I’m glad that you’re here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No matter the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can always smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No matter how many years pass while we’re away from each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nothing will have changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We’re Best Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love you, I really love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I’ll always be praying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I want you to be the happiest person in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I’m glad that you’re here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No matter the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can always smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No matter how many years pass while we’re away from each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nothing will have changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We’re Best Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love you, I really love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: 'Liberation Sans', FreeSans, 'Helvetica Neue LT Std', 'Helvetica LT Std', Helvetica, Arial, Tahoma, 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; 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href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2011/05/thank-you-im-glad-that-youre-here-no.html' title='~Best Friend~'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-8881938751112193669</id><published>2010-12-20T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T07:12:18.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lovely Sister, Carmen Lee</title><content type='html'>Hmm, how do i start this.. Debate of course. Another year, and again i helped out my school debate team, that is my juniors for the district level debate competition. The difference was, this was my final year in SMK Kepong, and, we managed to win state champions. Now, this post is not actually for debate, but debate is how it all started.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My teacher found a promising young girl who had a talent for public speaking and thought that she would make a good addition for the debate team next year. And therefore, Carmen Lee came to watch the debate quarter finals together with me and the rest of the team. At first look, i thought she was a quiet hard to approach girl. But sooner, i realised that she was quite the opposite. The debate quarter finals marked our first meeting and exchange of numbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Carmen's class was right below mine. Enthusiastic to learn more about debate, she came upstairs to see me almost everyday asking questions. Being the small cute little girl she is, i took good care of her and before i knew it she said to me, "you're like an elder brother to me" when i was shielding her head during the rain. That was when the both of us became really close like brothers and sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Her frequent visits the me never stopped. Only this time, it was just for empty talk. She soon became very friendly to my ring of friends as she regularly comes in my class and chats with them as well. The problem was, my friends and class teacher thought she was my girlfriend, even till this very second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Carmen is a really nice girl. Once, she baked a cake in KH class and came up to my class to let me taste it. No words could describe the look on her face when she asked, "how does it taste like ?". It was filled with hope that the cake tasted good. It did taste good, except that it was just a little burnt. A couple of weeks later, she came to me bringing me some homemade muffins. Now those were perfectly baked and tasted really good~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Despite the fact that she constantly 'bullies' and scolds me, i know she was just kidding. She occasionally would say, "hey, dont fell bad ah i bully you and scold you.. i play play oni". She's like a little child to me. Everytime she has a problem, she would call me and i would be there for her. We often spent long hours on the phone, with me calling her. Something i don't mind and look forward to. She's my little sister after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, there are too many things to say about her and us, but, so far this is how much my memory permits me. She is now waiting tensely for her PMR result which will be out on 23rd December. Carmen, if you are reading this, I'M DEFINITELY GONNA WIN THE BET !!!!!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I wish her all the best, and hope your have a wonderful christmas in Taiwan~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TQ9yD_sEINI/AAAAAAAAAk0/onLA4lP3Rus/s1600/carmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TQ9yD_sEINI/AAAAAAAAAk0/onLA4lP3Rus/s320/carmen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552782278532538578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~My Sweet Sister Carmen ^_^~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-8881938751112193669?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/8881938751112193669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=8881938751112193669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/8881938751112193669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/8881938751112193669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-lovely-sister-carmen-lee.html' title='My Lovely Sister, Carmen Lee'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TQ9yD_sEINI/AAAAAAAAAk0/onLA4lP3Rus/s72-c/carmen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-291257286677737256</id><published>2010-04-29T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:09:57.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 14px; "&gt;To those who are married, .. Not married .. and soon to be married, I hope you will be touched with this story... MARRIAGE When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning.. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage! If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-291257286677737256?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/291257286677737256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=291257286677737256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/291257286677737256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/291257286677737256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2010/04/sad-story.html' title='Sad Story'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-4784521712871697998</id><published>2010-04-09T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T07:39:49.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- RM10</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the night in my life that i suffered a loss of RM 10. Why ?? Here's the reason. After my tuition class, me, nian en and wen shin went for some ice at the shop behind our tuition. There, before i even ordered, an indian uncle came to my table and gestured to shake hands with me. All i did was stare at him. I didn't even know who he was and was trying to figure if i knew him. And then, he said.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Uncle : Boy, i have not eaten yet. Can you please spare me some cash ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Me : Umm, how much do you need ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Uncle : Just RM2 is enough. I can go to any mamak and have some roti canai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so, i opened my wallet wanting to give him RM5. Upon looking at the RM5 note, he quickly said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Uncle : Can you give me RM 5 ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But what happened after dat ?? When i took out the money, alog came Mr. RM 10 together with the green note. And what did the uncle do ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Uncle : Aiyah, just give me the RM10 la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*takes the red note from my hands*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During this time, wen shin was out and i was sitting with Nian En. She was totally blurr as the uncle was speaking to me in Tamil. After taking the money from me, he turned to her and..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Uncle : Who is this boy ? Your husband ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Nian En : Nola. Just friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Uncle : Friends ? Marry him la~ Very good boy *shows thumbs up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Nian En : Umm, ok ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so the man leaves the store with my RM10. I am not gonna curse him, but rather myself for my little "syndrome" whom my close friends know about. For those who are unaware of this "syndrome", i'm sure you guys have watched "Yes Man" starring Jim Carrey. Well, that's who i become when someone asks for my help. Friend or stranger. I just came seem to bring myself to say NO. Call me bragging or whatever you want~ Haiz... my RM10.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-4784521712871697998?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/4784521712871697998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=4784521712871697998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/4784521712871697998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/4784521712871697998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2010/04/rm10.html' title='- RM10'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-1683324073978931488</id><published>2010-04-04T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T08:23:38.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday night, i was listening to Weekly Top Forty on Hitz.fm. During the course of the show, a small girl called up the station. I would say she was barely 10 years old by her voice. Here's what happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Girl : I just got a new phone and texted my friend.. I know what OMG means !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Guy : Oh really, so what does it mean dear ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Girl : It means Oh my god ! Can you teach me other words like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Then the guy gives her a few examples like LOL and stuff and says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Guy : SO, are you happy now ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Girl : Yes, thank you soo much. But i have one last question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Guy : What is it dear ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Girl : My mum always uses WTF. What does that mean ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Guy : Umm..... It means Weekly Top Forty dear~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And with that, the girl hung up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-1683324073978931488?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/1683324073978931488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=1683324073978931488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/1683324073978931488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/1683324073978931488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2010/04/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-4452204335525451939</id><published>2010-04-04T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T08:15:52.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Parliament~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last wednesday, (yea, sorry for being late) the entire Form 6 from my school went for a visit to the Parliament.. On tuesday, the only thing we heard from the teacher's were. "So, we won't be having anything to do tomorrow then ??" Anyway, it was a fun trip. We learnt how STUPID our politicians are, acting like a bunch of baboons. Come on, if someone says something interesting, clap your hands people, not bang on the table !! And education kindergarden children is NOT gona solve the pollution problem. Sheesh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the pics,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7ipoQkG9ZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/sKtq4FthjOk/s1600/14th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7ipoQkG9ZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/sKtq4FthjOk/s320/14th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456297457665635730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entrance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7ipn551SZI/AAAAAAAAAjs/e8H0MtYD2WU/s1600/13th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7ipn551SZI/AAAAAAAAAjs/e8H0MtYD2WU/s320/13th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456297451582736786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our parliament&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7ipnkom9YI/AAAAAAAAAjk/UJ35WWFRV3M/s1600/12th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7ipnkom9YI/AAAAAAAAAjk/UJ35WWFRV3M/s320/12th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456297445873350018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before entering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7ipEyAgU5I/AAAAAAAAAjU/nWYt_FRoRuY/s1600/10th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7ipEyAgU5I/AAAAAAAAAjU/nWYt_FRoRuY/s320/10th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456296848167818130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After watch baboons  debate, we take pics..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7ipEm2j3xI/AAAAAAAAAjM/MEKhPP8zN1c/s1600/9th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7ipEm2j3xI/AAAAAAAAAjM/MEKhPP8zN1c/s320/9th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456296845173317394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photographers getting ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7ipEI5cNFI/AAAAAAAAAjE/cV4SpEt3R5Y/s1600/8th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7ipEI5cNFI/AAAAAAAAAjE/cV4SpEt3R5Y/s320/8th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456296837132334162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pic 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7iorPXw1-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/eSZ4Pzargns/s1600/7th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7iorPXw1-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/eSZ4Pzargns/s320/7th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456296409373399010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pic 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7ioh1nHlHI/AAAAAAAAAi0/mqrysgxnKCo/s1600/6th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7ioh1nHlHI/AAAAAAAAAi0/mqrysgxnKCo/s320/6th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456296247839659122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pic 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7ipm7EbOCI/AAAAAAAAAjc/j8i_h_AjkNs/s320/11th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456297434715732002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Upper Six Science 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7ioEHgq5iI/AAAAAAAAAis/epeuZMMNvhQ/s1600/5th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7ioEHgq5iI/AAAAAAAAAis/epeuZMMNvhQ/s320/5th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456295737248376354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aim High&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7inmKktVhI/AAAAAAAAAic/rvWc3DtF4mY/s1600/3rd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7inmKktVhI/AAAAAAAAAic/rvWc3DtF4mY/s320/3rd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456295222674544146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dis looks like what ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7inaiS3FgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/7H_FlPVLVZY/s1600/2nd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7inaiS3FgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/7H_FlPVLVZY/s320/2nd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456295022883706370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After eat, must wash hands..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7inSIt1LiI/AAAAAAAAAiM/5DHZ45Azunk/s1600/1st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7inSIt1LiI/AAAAAAAAAiM/5DHZ45Azunk/s320/1st.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456294878578552354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arrival back at school~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-4452204335525451939?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/4452204335525451939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=4452204335525451939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/4452204335525451939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/4452204335525451939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2010/04/parliament.html' title='~Parliament~'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S7ipoQkG9ZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/sKtq4FthjOk/s72-c/14th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-2029148662365849773</id><published>2010-03-20T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T07:47:08.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My19th Birthday</title><content type='html'>Hello people. This year, my birthday was really something very special to me as it was the first birthday that my friends planned as a surprise for me. So, thanks to u guys.My birthday is actually on the 14th of March.But since it fell during the sem break, me buddies had a short celebration on d last day of school,12th March, which happened to also be Way San's birthday~ It was a double celebration.I never expected a celebration for me at all and thank you once again to everyone. After school, d class sang "Happy Birthday" to me and Way San. Later, a few of us went for lunch at Pizza Hut.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6Tbog86ohI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Hx9bZC0UtAs/s1600-h/12th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6Tbog86ohI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Hx9bZC0UtAs/s320/12th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450722938111828498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me with my gift from the gang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6Tbk6Ev1UI/AAAAAAAAAhc/j9lmoRgtwDc/s1600-h/11th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6Tbk6Ev1UI/AAAAAAAAAhc/j9lmoRgtwDc/s320/11th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450722876136084802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opening the present..lets see wats inside..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaah, the dots represent several censored pics which i do not wish to share on my blog for personal reasons which may lead to me losing my dignity.Those who REALLY want to see d pics, msg me on my msn. ^_^v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6TbY77GCpI/AAAAAAAAAhU/0I_rJ15_x7U/s1600-h/10th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6TbY77GCpI/AAAAAAAAAhU/0I_rJ15_x7U/s320/10th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450722670474037906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Pizza Hut, Listening to advise from Philosophy King while waiting for food~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6TbSWyNacI/AAAAAAAAAhM/rlEWig-ckRc/s1600-h/9th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6TbSWyNacI/AAAAAAAAAhM/rlEWig-ckRc/s320/9th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450722557425445314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~The Gals~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6TbPQUijdI/AAAAAAAAAhE/njj3cQNGXQY/s1600-h/8th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6TbPQUijdI/AAAAAAAAAhE/njj3cQNGXQY/s320/8th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450722504150781394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haiz, add cheese as though never eaten cheese before..tsk tsk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6TbLJZ8QsI/AAAAAAAAAg8/yDKOhPWwTpI/s1600-h/7th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6TbLJZ8QsI/AAAAAAAAAg8/yDKOhPWwTpI/s320/7th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450722433574912706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me n brader Kar Hou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6TbFSrAc5I/AAAAAAAAAg0/Ykd58AIfD4s/s1600-h/6th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6TbFSrAc5I/AAAAAAAAAg0/Ykd58AIfD4s/s320/6th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450722332983194514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday girl with cake having a "BRILLIANT" idea at that moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6TbA47dghI/AAAAAAAAAgs/bUg0zvV5Yn4/s1600-h/5th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6TbA47dghI/AAAAAAAAAgs/bUg0zvV5Yn4/s320/5th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450722257353409042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pic 1 : Before praying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6Ta9R2fb-I/AAAAAAAAAgk/qzMO4bycCD0/s1600-h/4th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6Ta9R2fb-I/AAAAAAAAAgk/qzMO4bycCD0/s320/4th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450722195323973602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pic 2 : Praying.. wishing for boyfriend la tu~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6Ta5ytAtuI/AAAAAAAAAgc/rSIQFy8dSzg/s1600-h/3rd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6Ta5ytAtuI/AAAAAAAAAgc/rSIQFy8dSzg/s320/3rd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450722135423104738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6Ta2Z-g-uI/AAAAAAAAAgU/vXaaGR7lgKk/s1600-h/2nd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6Ta2Z-g-uI/AAAAAAAAAgU/vXaaGR7lgKk/s320/2nd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450722077246028514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The guys with the birthday girl after eating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A couple of censored pics, but does not involve me though.I'm just respecting privacy. Again, you can ask me on my msn on where u can have a look at these pictures~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6TasflME5I/AAAAAAAAAgM/yZKHZUxaIAc/s1600-h/1st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6TasflME5I/AAAAAAAAAgM/yZKHZUxaIAc/s320/1st.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450721906951721874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~The Entire Family~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is it for my 19th birthday. As for the late update on this, thats because i went to India on the 14th March and only came back today, 20th March. I'll b blogging about my trip some time soon when i'm free.. Sorry for the unavailability of certain photos, ask me on msn and i will let u noe the 'location' of these pictures~ Thank You guys once again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-2029148662365849773?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/2029148662365849773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=2029148662365849773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/2029148662365849773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/2029148662365849773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2010/03/my19th-birthday.html' title='My19th Birthday'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S6Tbog86ohI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Hx9bZC0UtAs/s72-c/12th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-8246552676065902159</id><published>2010-03-12T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T06:53:09.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Pn.Lim's only child passed away today. He's 20+ years old and drowned while swimming. He was having his holiday at Pulau Perhentian Island at Terengganu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;My condolences to Pn Lim on the demise of her only son. May God give her the strength to get through this tough time. Stay strong Pn Lim. And to her son, may he Rest In Peace together with HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S5pUGZ-6ucI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EV_bS7uBBNg/s1600-h/rip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S5pUGZ-6ucI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EV_bS7uBBNg/s400/rip2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447759168288766402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S5pUBCv0UmI/AAAAAAAAAfc/OLrqdIn23e8/s1600-h/rip1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S5pUBCv0UmI/AAAAAAAAAfc/OLrqdIn23e8/s400/rip1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447759076152070754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-8246552676065902159?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/8246552676065902159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=8246552676065902159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/8246552676065902159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/8246552676065902159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2010/03/condolence.html' title='Condolence'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S5pUGZ-6ucI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EV_bS7uBBNg/s72-c/rip2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-3267731003457974857</id><published>2010-02-09T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:09:00.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISSECTION~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey people~!! Here's d latest pic of my bio experiment.. Dissection of mammalian digestive system..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S3GGa463wJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zHieltvvQas/s1600-h/mouse9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S3GGa463wJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zHieltvvQas/s400/mouse9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436274021726929042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;First.. u  crucify d specimen&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S3GGLeoYhRI/AAAAAAAAAfE/CeSaAxF1MfU/s1600-h/mouse8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S3GGLeoYhRI/AAAAAAAAAfE/CeSaAxF1MfU/s400/mouse8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436273756972025106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Den... u start cutting d fur off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S3GFtVNaGEI/AAAAAAAAAek/mMPDqgklfPA/s1600-h/mouse4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S3GFtVNaGEI/AAAAAAAAAek/mMPDqgklfPA/s400/mouse4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436273239046887490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Use forceps to dig around inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S3GGDsLRklI/AAAAAAAAAe0/BEU2ZggcW1k/s400/mouse6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436273623169077842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tear d rib cage open..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S3GFw7VirDI/AAAAAAAAAes/vWbGF-0-phA/s400/mouse5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436273300821158962" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;  And thr u have it..a complete dissection~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S3GFjAJgvSI/AAAAAAAAAec/OEVterVA0Qo/s1600-h/mouse3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S3GFjAJgvSI/AAAAAAAAAec/OEVterVA0Qo/s400/mouse3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436273061594709282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;D "pickling" process&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S3GGenePs3I/AAAAAAAAAfU/7ZNtZvzTDy8/s400/mouse+final.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436274085762937714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mouse pickle anyone ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S3GFawrg4KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/CjAKl_bTjHs/s1600-h/mouse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S3GFawrg4KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/CjAKl_bTjHs/s400/mouse1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436272920003403938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;~Da Dissection Gang~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All mice were alive at time of dissection..D hearts were still beating even after d rib cage was ripped open and while we were digging around inside with out forceps..Yes ppl, d mice were well alive in dat group pic.. dey oni died in d "pickling" process..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-3267731003457974857?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/3267731003457974857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=3267731003457974857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/3267731003457974857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/3267731003457974857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2010/02/dissection.html' title='DISSECTION~'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/S3GGa463wJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zHieltvvQas/s72-c/mouse9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-8606063124314509241</id><published>2010-01-12T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T08:08:30.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Like We're Dying~</title><content type='html'>HEYO~ Jus tought that I'd share an awesome song with really meaningful lyrics.. Song by Kris Allen, winner of 2009 American Idol~ Enjoy peeps !! XD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V3N5CsXYlCk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V3N5CsXYlCk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes we fall down and can't get back up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we're hiding behind skin that's too tough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how come we don't say I love you enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till it's to late, it's not too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our hearts are hungry for a food that won't come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we could make a feast from these crumbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we're all staring down the barrel of a gun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so if your life flashed before you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what would you wish you would've done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah... gotta start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lookin at the hand of the time we've been given here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is all we got and we gotta start pickin it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;every second counts on a clock that's tickin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gotta live like we're dying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We only got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;86 400 seconds in a day to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;turn it all around or throw it all away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while we got the chance to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gotta live like we're dying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if your plane fell out of the skies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who would you call with your last goodbyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;should be so careful who we live out our lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so when we long for absolution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there'll no one on the line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah... gotta start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lookin at the hand of the time we've been given here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is all we got and we gotta start pickin it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;every second counts on a clock that's tickin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gotta live like we're dying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We only got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;86 400 seconds in a day to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;turn it all around or throw it all away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while we got the chance to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gotta live like we're dying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like we're dying oh-- like we're dying [x2]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We only got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;86 400 seconds in a day to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;turn it all around or throw it all away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while we got the chance to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gotta live -- like we're dying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We never know a good thing till it's gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you never see a crash until it's head on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all those people right when we're dead wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you never know a good thing till it's gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah... gotta start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lookin at the hand of the time we've been given here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is all we got and we gotta start livin it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;every second counts on a clock that's tickin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gotta live like we're dying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We only got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;86 400 seconds in a day to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;turn it all around or throw it all away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while we got the chance to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gotta live like we're dying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like we're dying oh -- like we're dying [x2]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We only got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;86 400 seconds in a day to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;turn it all around or throw it all away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while we got the chance to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gotta live like we're dying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;live like we're dying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-8606063124314509241?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/8606063124314509241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=8606063124314509241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/8606063124314509241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/8606063124314509241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2010/01/live-like-were-dying.html' title='Live Like We&apos;re Dying~'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-3226853231213733783</id><published>2010-01-07T06:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T07:03:07.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PREFECT~!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hey ppl~ Its been a really loooong time since i last wrote sumthn on dis blog of mine. The reasons are really very simple actually. I was just tooo lazy n nuthn interesting happened for me to blog about. And the reason for me to b typing dis rite now is also simply because i have the time, nuthn to do now due to being bored and... sumthn interesting happened today~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now, ever since i was in Standard 1 up till Form 5, never did i hv any intention watsoever of becoming a school prefect. Being a prefect jus sucks d fun out of school life.. all d rules to follow n not being able to skip classes and school. Where's d thrill in dat ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dis year, being in form 6, i can certainly start to feel d pressure. Hopefully d pressure keeps increasing. ( I do better under pressure..i noe..I'm weird). Anyways, d Penolong Kanan came into class today n mentioned dat d principal was sooo dissapointed cuz no1 in form 6 wanted to b'cum school prefects..And so, she forced a few of us to become prefects. The first victim was Pengerusi Rukun Negara aka Ow Kar Hou..HAHA~ Pity him, whn he said he didn wan to b a prefect, d teacher asked him to drop his pengerusi post..  Secondly,our dear PTE president was selected, but he somehow managed to wriggle out and out of nowhere, my name was called out. The reason, because i'm a school debater.. WAT DA HELL !!! After lots or arguement and emotional talk (by d teacher), v had no choice but to give in.. but i doubt me n kar hou are gona b'cum prefects anyway. V're jus gona ignore d call cuz v need to skip school n classes~ hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As for d girls, dey accepted dey're "fate" clamly without any fight. So, kudos to Kar Mun and Ee Yin !! All da best girls ! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dats pretty much it. STPM is gettin nearer day by day and d fear is also growing on stronger.. Hopefully everythn end well ( I wish for a "happily ever after" ending for my STPM). Good luck to all upper sixers..let us fight all d way together~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-3226853231213733783?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/3226853231213733783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=3226853231213733783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/3226853231213733783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/3226853231213733783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2010/01/prefect.html' title='PREFECT~!!!!!'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-1673674585163758757</id><published>2009-08-08T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T06:24:18.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Law Olympiad Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sorry it took such a long time.. but here are d Law Olympiad pics~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/Sn17Up3csBI/AAAAAAAAAeE/4KCsJkLxCmY/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/Sn17Up3csBI/AAAAAAAAAeE/4KCsJkLxCmY/s400/pic1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367581925661519890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wat v did while v were waiting for d competiton to start~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/Sn17Rc5xQlI/AAAAAAAAAd8/iQU6vBWJEMA/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/Sn17Rc5xQlI/AAAAAAAAAd8/iQU6vBWJEMA/s400/pic2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367581870641988178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where v sat...Rite nex to d prizes~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/Sn17N_J7shI/AAAAAAAAAd0/6WHJp9J2244/s1600-h/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/Sn17N_J7shI/AAAAAAAAAd0/6WHJp9J2244/s400/pic3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367581811117109778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up close wit d prizes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/Sn17Kcu1osI/AAAAAAAAAds/0bclPHCRtwQ/s1600-h/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/Sn17Kcu1osI/AAAAAAAAAds/0bclPHCRtwQ/s400/pic4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367581750337053378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me n my teammates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/Sn17G4b8kVI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Fb5fl4YMFDg/s1600-h/pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/Sn17G4b8kVI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Fb5fl4YMFDg/s400/pic5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367581689054531922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D entire team frm school...All 3 teams~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/Sn17BA1TKvI/AAAAAAAAAdc/bTYMwVmHMI4/s1600-h/pic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/Sn17BA1TKvI/AAAAAAAAAdc/bTYMwVmHMI4/s400/pic6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367581588229139186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Li Yuan while waiting for d bus which arrived one hour late~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/Sn168YJob5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/vwuXOW52SxQ/s1600-h/pic7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/Sn168YJob5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/vwuXOW52SxQ/s400/pic7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367581508589088658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for d bus~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So..these are d pics frm d Law Olympiad competition me n my frens went to..V didn win, but v sure had loads of fun !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-1673674585163758757?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/1673674585163758757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=1673674585163758757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/1673674585163758757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/1673674585163758757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2009/08/law-olympiad-pics.html' title='Law Olympiad Pics'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/Sn17Up3csBI/AAAAAAAAAeE/4KCsJkLxCmY/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-4325875198971965455</id><published>2009-07-29T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T05:20:50.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love with a touch of Chemistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok ppl..here is a very weird post..I have no idea wat happen..This idea jus popped into my head dis morning..I am goin to relate chemical bonds to explain love..Sorry to say dat non-Science students will b totally blurr..The following is based on increasing strenght..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Van Der Walls Bond - Just a normal crush..guy c girl, guy like girl. Very easily overcomed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Covalent Bond - Newly couple..always "share" things together..but a little "heat" between dem den d bond will break..Still not strong enuf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Ionic bond - Couples..here is whn d guy will "give" to d girl..no more sharing.. d girl now oni "receives"..Start to understand each other more..More heat is required to break d bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Metallic Bond - This is whn a bond becomes very strong and almost unbreakable..A large amount of "heat" is required to overcome dis strong bond..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love.. a term everyone seems to not completely understand n gv dey're own perception about it..So, do i  hv my own perception to what meaning dis term brings to..D answer is no..But, wat i do hv an answer for is.. "Wat wud u do if u loved sum1 ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My answer is dis..If i ever did love sum1.. i wudn b d type dat wud look forward to telling her dat i love her or wanting to couple with her.. If i truly loved a girl..den my only priority is to ensure dat she will always b happy..Therefore, i hv to first become friends with her, n try n keep her happy.. As long as d both of us can remain friends for as long as time allows and i am able to b by her side always..even as a friend..Den i do not mind..Because, as long as a love her..all dat matters is dat she is always happy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-4325875198971965455?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/4325875198971965455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=4325875198971965455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/4325875198971965455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/4325875198971965455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-with-touch-of-chemistry.html' title='Love with a touch of Chemistry'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-7473364714559782140</id><published>2009-07-26T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T06:13:52.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Law Olympiad</title><content type='html'>On the 25th of July, me n 15 other fren went on to participate in d 10th Law olympiad competition. As d teacher said, v all arrived at school b4 7a.m. BUT, dat ever so punctual buz driver only arrived at 7.20. And so, v all boarded d bus and started talking about how d number 1 influenced us sooo much dat day. Even d registration number for my team 1&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ONLY 1 UPPER SIX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ONLY 1 FORM 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ONLY 1 INDIAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ONLY 1 PREFECT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ONLY 1 ARTS STUDENT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 ALL-BOYS TEAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 ALL-GIRLS TEAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 MIXED TEAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, v all arrived at HELP Institute aroud 7.40 only to find out dat d registration booth werent open yet. So, v waited again till 8 for it to open n registered ourselves. v were den told to take our seats. My team's table was again Table 1. Me n my teammates were extremely enthusiastic about dis "1 syndrome" dat be-falled us. Besides, our table was rite nex to d winning prize. V were all pumped up to win. My teammate, Wing liong n I made a bet dat v wud jump out d window if v were to b d las 3 teams in d competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As the competition progressed..v realised v were 'GG-ing' in every round. B4 d 4th out of d 5 rounds even started, my teammates n i already wanted to go back as v realised v had lost our chances.So, aftr alld round were ovr, v went for lunch n came back at 1 for d Mock trial b4 dey announced d winners.So, while waiting, v were taking pictures. As soon as d mock trial started, d girls started blue-toothing d pics. Wing liong was playing PSP. And me..i was sleeping..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, everythng was ovr. V went down n waited for d bus. D bus was "supposed" to arrive at 2.20. But, dat punctual bus driver decided to show up at 3.30. Poor Li Yuan fell asleep while waiting for him. And so, our day ended whn v arrived at school around 4... I cud bet dat every1 was darn tired sa many if dem slept in d bus, including me.. n whn i came home..i again fell asleep as soon as i took my shower. I was sooo darn tired dat i din even bother to go online dat nite..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pics are not available at d moment..i'll post dem nex time..look forward to dat ppl..till den.. C'ya !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-7473364714559782140?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/7473364714559782140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=7473364714559782140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/7473364714559782140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/7473364714559782140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2009/07/law-olympiad.html' title='Law Olympiad'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-225099581916053352</id><published>2009-06-20T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:05:44.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jus For Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"   style="font-weight: bold;   font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;1.  Brother Wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;A small boy wrote to Santa Claus... SEND ME A BROTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Santa wrote back... SEND ME YOUR MOTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;2. Meaning of WIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Husband asks, 'Do you know the meaning of WIFE???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;It means..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Without Information Fighting Everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Wife replies, 'No, it means... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;With Idiot For Ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;3. Importance of a Period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Teacher:  Do you know the importance of a period?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Kid:  Yeah, once my Sister said she has missed one... my Mom fainted, Dad got a heart attack &amp;amp; our Driver ran away'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;4. Confident vs Confidential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;A young boy asks his Dad, 'What is the difference between confident and confidential?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Dad says, 'You are my son, I'm confident about that. Your friend over there, is also my son, that's confidential!!!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;5. Anger Management?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Husband:  When I get mad at you, you never fight back. How do you control your anger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Wife:  I clean the toilet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Husband:  How does that help? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Wife:  I use your toothbrush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6088;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6088;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6088;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; color:#ff6088;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 96, 136); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAVE A NICE DAY and ENJOY YOUR WORK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-225099581916053352?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/225099581916053352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=225099581916053352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I never know what the future brings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I know you're here with me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We'll make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't know why you're so far away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I know that this much is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We'll make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I wish that you could be the one I die with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I'm praying you're the one I build my home with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope I love you all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And though I can't be with you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You know my heart is by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don’t wanna run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Thanks Alot~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;It was my first n i really enjoyed myself alot ! THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-841125845767210785?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9468d78d01789a61&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d7c17b7831952dd7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/841125845767210785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=841125845767210785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/841125845767210785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/841125845767210785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny-videos.html' title='Funny Videos'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-1427623583303919458</id><published>2009-05-31T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:50:30.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kokoro No Wakusei ~ Little Planets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dis is the english translation for d song u are currently listening to.. It has a theme of friendship..Moral of d song.. FRIENDSHIP can nvr b broken~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought that you’d always&lt;br /&gt;Be there, yet you’re not&lt;br /&gt;I feel nostalgic somewhere&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I casually looked up at that palely colored sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m lost, I recall&lt;br /&gt;The planets that my heart showed&lt;br /&gt;The us from back then were certainly always&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at them in the yonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing? Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Even if I asked, you wouldn’t give me an answer&lt;br /&gt;But even if we’re separated, we can feel each other; because our encounter&lt;br /&gt;Connects us&lt;br /&gt;What we search for are dreams, at that secret base&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planets that my heart found&lt;br /&gt;Run around the universe in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;If our wishes can be fulfilled, then we’ll certainly be smilin’, and&lt;br /&gt;We’ll look back at the us from back then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes from back then were planets&lt;br /&gt;Circling around us&lt;br /&gt;The planets of our transparent eyes&lt;br /&gt;Unchanging thoughts are here forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m lost, I recall&lt;br /&gt;The planets that my heart showed&lt;br /&gt;The us from back then were certainly always&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at them in the yonder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-1427623583303919458?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/1427623583303919458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=1427623583303919458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/1427623583303919458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/1427623583303919458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2009/05/kokoro-no-wakusei-little-planets.html' title='Kokoro No Wakusei ~ Little Planets'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-1649065446261372668</id><published>2009-05-30T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:51:15.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED BY YING CI, SHASHA AND ALY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag ten people. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real - nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name :Jhothiesvaren&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word : Joke&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's Name : Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's Name :Janice&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation : Jeweler&lt;br /&gt;6. A color : Jade green&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you'll wear : Jade Ring&lt;br /&gt;9. A food : Jackfruit&lt;br /&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom: Jasmine flower perfume&lt;br /&gt;11. A place : Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;12. A reason for being late: Jammed road&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you'd shout : Jiak Sai !&lt;br /&gt;14. A movie title: Jumanji&lt;br /&gt;15. Something you drink: Jasmine tea&lt;br /&gt;16. A musical group : Jack's Mannequin.&lt;br /&gt;17. An animal : Jaguar&lt;br /&gt;18. A street name : Jefferson St.&lt;br /&gt;19. A type of car : Jaguar&lt;br /&gt;20. The title of a song : "Jump" by Van Halen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag: Zachary,Jacky,Vernon,Rodney,Azri,Andre,Chew,Chee jian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-1649065446261372668?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/1649065446261372668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=1649065446261372668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/1649065446261372668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/1649065446261372668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged-by-ying-ci-shasha-and-aly.html' title='TAGGED BY YING CI, SHASHA AND ALY'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-4549151754231543100</id><published>2009-05-25T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T03:25:40.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUST</title><content type='html'>Most teenagers nowadays face one common problem.Parents jus dun seem to trust thier kids nowadays.So, d qquestion arises.Who are to blame ?? parents or d children ? It is not necessary dat all well educated parents trust their kids and neither do all un-educated parents dun let trust their kids.So,wat is d factor dat contributes to a parents trust to their child.Dis is my perception on dis matter.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a story first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There were 2 good friends.A guy and a girl.Dis guy has a large collection of marbles while dis girl has a large collection of sweets.One day, the boy decided to trade all of his marbles for d girl's sweets.The girl agreed.But,instead of giving d girl all of his marbles, dis boy kept his one favourite marble for himself.D girl on d other hand gave all opf her sweets to d bot not keeping a single sweet for herself.Dat nite,d boy found it hard to sleep.He kept wondering wether if d girl, like him, kept sum of her sweets for herself.D girl on d other hand cud sleep peacefuly without any doubt as she trusted dat d boy,like her wud hv given all his marbles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat I concluded frm dis story is,parents dun trust their children because dey do not even trust demselves.Dis is wat differentiates why certain parents trust their child while sum do not.Parents hv also went through d process of being a teenager.Therefore, dey to might hv done stupid stuff like skipping school,copying during exam,'lepak-ing' at d mall, smoking, drinking n many more.So,dey noe wat dey hv done in d past and not all parents share with their children wat dey hv done in d past.Neither do all the stories dey told us about dem b true.Now,why parents dun trust their child is fear. D fear of their child, repeating wat dey hv once done in their teenage life.Dey stand by d fact dat 'Prevention is Better Than Cure'. If my dad once skipped school or went out to a pub at nite with his frens, it is only natural for him to think dat i ass his son wud do d same. If my dad was d disciplined type dat rarely did anythn stupid, den he too wud trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, D reason why parents dun trust their children is simple. D plain truth behind all those excuses is...&lt;br /&gt;-THEY DON'T TRUST DEMSELSVES  &lt;br /&gt;-DEY NOE DEY WERE ONCE UNTRUSTWORTHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..dis is only my perception on dis matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-4549151754231543100?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/4549151754231543100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=4549151754231543100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/4549151754231543100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/4549151754231543100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2009/05/trust.html' title='TRUST'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-1214215635571940039</id><published>2009-05-22T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:52:09.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tagged by Ng Ying Ci and Shasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. Real Name: Jhothiesvaren&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s): Train Heartnet, Octopus, and one other i'm not mentioning&lt;br /&gt;003. Age: 18 years and 2 months and 8 days&lt;br /&gt;004. Horoscope: Pisces&lt;br /&gt;005. Gender: male&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary: St.James Kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;007. Primary School: SK Taman Bukit Maluri&lt;br /&gt;008. Secondary School: SMK Kepong&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair Colour: Black, totally&lt;br /&gt;011. Hair Length: Short&lt;br /&gt;012. Loud or Quiet: Depends on d place..prefer quiet if not with frens&lt;br /&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans: Jeans&lt;br /&gt;014. Phone or Camera: Phone&lt;br /&gt;015. Health Freak: Not really&lt;br /&gt;016. Drink or Smoke: None&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone: Not sure&lt;br /&gt;018. Eat or Drink: Both&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings: None&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos: Not interested&lt;br /&gt;021. Social or Anti-Social: Definitely Social&lt;br /&gt;022. Righty or lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing: 5 years old&lt;br /&gt;024. First relationship: Hvn had one&lt;br /&gt;025. First Best Friend: Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;026. First Award: 7 years old - Best standard 1 Student&lt;br /&gt;027. First Kiss: None&lt;br /&gt;028. First Pet: Fishes in my lotus pond&lt;br /&gt;029. First Big Vacation: Langkawi&lt;br /&gt;030. First Love at first sight: Some girl&lt;br /&gt;031. First Big Birthday: Forgot&lt;br /&gt;032. First Surgery: 8 years old - My sis cut my hand with a glass.I needed 5 stitches&lt;br /&gt;033. First sport you joined: Badminton.. forgot when&lt;br /&gt;034. Orange or Apple juice: Apple juice&lt;br /&gt;035. Rock or Rap: Both&lt;br /&gt;036. Country or Screamo: Both&lt;br /&gt;037. N'SYNC or Backstreet boys: Both&lt;br /&gt;038. Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera: Neither&lt;br /&gt;039. Night or Day: Both&lt;br /&gt;040. Sun or Moon: Sun during early mornings n moon during full moon&lt;br /&gt;041. TV or Internet: Definitely Internet!&lt;br /&gt;042. Playstation or Xbox: Preferably Xbox&lt;br /&gt;043. Kiss or hug: Both&lt;br /&gt;044. Iguana or turtle: Neither&lt;br /&gt;045. Spider or bee: Neither&lt;br /&gt;046. Fall or spring: Both are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;047. Limewire or iTunes: Neither&lt;br /&gt;048. Soccer or baseball: Baseball&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating: Anything dats vegetarian and tastes great&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking: Water&lt;br /&gt;051. Excitement level: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;052. I’m about to: Watch TV.. Do homework..&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to: Again - Yui&lt;br /&gt;054. Plan for today: Jus let it flow&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting for: Go Sleep&lt;br /&gt;056. Energy Level: Regular&lt;br /&gt;057. Thinking of someone: Yup&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids?: Hmm..hvn thought of it&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married?: Hopefully&lt;br /&gt;060. When?: When d time is right&lt;br /&gt;061. How many kids do you want: Dun wanna think of it at d moment&lt;br /&gt;062. Any name on the mind: Yes..&lt;br /&gt;063. What did you want to do: Watch anime n listen to songs&lt;br /&gt;065. Mellow future or wild: Mellow - I want a peaceful life&lt;br /&gt;066. Something you would never try: Suicide&lt;br /&gt;067. When do you want to die: Once I've done all dat i hv dreamed of.&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or Eyes: Eyes..U can tell a person frm their eyes&lt;br /&gt;069. Romantic or Funny?: Both necessary in life&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or Taller?: I'm happy with my height&lt;br /&gt;071. Protective or Caring?: Both&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or Spontaneous?: Doesn matter&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms?: This is a weird question&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or Loud?: Both can b annoying&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or Relationship?: Never Hook-up.Definitely Relationship&lt;br /&gt;076. Trouble Maker or Hesitant?: Neither&lt;br /&gt;077. Muscular or normal: Not too muscular&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger: Definitely Not&lt;br /&gt;079. Broken a bone: Does skull count ?&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses or contacts: No&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home: Thought about it...&lt;br /&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defence: Never did&lt;br /&gt;083. Killed somebody: NO&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone’s heart: Dunno..most probably not.&lt;br /&gt;085. Had your heart broken: Yea...&lt;br /&gt;086. Been arrested: Never&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died: Not yet&lt;br /&gt;088. Liked a friend more than a friend: YES&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself: Smart&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles: With frens n a little help..dey happen&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight: Once..&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven: I'll visit there someday&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa Claus: An Old fool dat tricks kids&lt;br /&gt;094. Tooth Fairy: An idiotic tale..&lt;br /&gt;095. Kiss in the first date: Sure,why not ?&lt;br /&gt;096. Angels: Good humans with a kind soul dat are dead&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there 1 person you want to be with right now?: Yea&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you’re in life now?: Not really..But things can get worse then dis..So i appreciate where i am now..Especially since i hv my frens with me..&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 10 people: Alyssa, Andre, Zachary, Rodney Quek, Chew Kwang Liang, Jacky, Nurazri,Vermon Ow,Ken Lam,Chee jian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-1214215635571940039?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/1214215635571940039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=1214215635571940039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/1214215635571940039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/1214215635571940039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-1859671881602925058</id><published>2009-05-20T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:54:43.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ShQe-0patPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/TgxNiRX_94E/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 18th May was Teacher's Day celebration at my school.Dis year, I became d host during d games event.There were 5 types of games which both teachers and students participated in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of d games played was Coconut Bowling.Teachers and students formed teams n bowled using coconuts.It was hilarious to c d coconuts moving off course into other lanes.Our Principles coconut seemed to break every time she rolled it.Dat wud b because she was throwing d coconuts instead.Another exciting game played on dat day was Musical Chair.D funny part about dis game was dat v cud actually c how child-ish even our teachers can b! Pushing each other..trying to pull d chairs to demselves.. moving extremely slowly whn dey are close to a chair..All in all, i think d teachers had a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course,d highlight of d day was d Watermelon Eating Contest.6 teaches competed to c who cud finish a quarter of a watermelon in d fastest time.5 teachers used d spoons provided.But our beloved Disiplin teacher,Mr.Lim Meng did not bother with d spoon at all.All d students          were cheering on him and eventually, he did finish his quarter of d watermelon 1st.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all d games, teachers and students went for their refreshments.D celebration continued with many events such as drama sketch, choral speakin,choir performance and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at d end of d day, i went out for lunch with a few friends. Zacharry,Pei sha n her brother ryan n a few of his frens.Eating with Zacharry can only mean 1 thing..Non-stop nonsense chatter n d possibility of him nicking ur food.And as usual, Zacharry started with his non-stop nonsense blabber.Me n Pei Sha had to make sure he didn finish his Ice Lemon Tea even b4 his meal arrived or else he wud ask one of us to buy him another drink (he didn bring money).Whn my Ice Kacang n Pei Sha's meal was placed on d table, Zacharry was all "can i hv a taste?".. "can i hv d bun?".."can i hv sum fries?".."are u gona finish dat?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really fun day.Spending time at school with teachers n ltr goin out for lunch.I hadn had dis much fun in a very very long time.It's so long i can't even remember when was d last time i had dat much fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ShQferWHmwI/AAAAAAAAAWc/KKx0Xykpt7o/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337926070232914690" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ShQferWHmwI/AAAAAAAAAWc/KKx0Xykpt7o/s400/005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ShQfbkWPi7I/AAAAAAAAAWU/G1-5myvqhYM/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337926016814779314" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ShQfbkWPi7I/AAAAAAAAAWU/G1-5myvqhYM/s400/004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ShQfR3axRVI/AAAAAAAAAWM/1XpNdmjJW-o/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337925850135348562" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ShQfR3axRVI/AAAAAAAAAWM/1XpNdmjJW-o/s400/003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ShQe-0patPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/TgxNiRX_94E/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337925522973963506" style="WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ShQe-0patPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/TgxNiRX_94E/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ShQfKnmNgqI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Zw9kM1Abk-Y/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-1859671881602925058?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/1859671881602925058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=1859671881602925058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/1859671881602925058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/1859671881602925058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2009/05/teachers-day.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ShQferWHmwI/AAAAAAAAAWc/KKx0Xykpt7o/s72-c/005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-9156965529378500953</id><published>2009-05-19T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T03:10:32.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Form 6 Life</title><content type='html'>Hey ppl..Looks like i hv sum free time sooner than i expected..So,about my form 6 life.It started on the 11th of May which happened to b las monday.First day was extremely boring as teachers after teachers were giving speeches after speeches.It was really very boring n i decided to spend sum time gettin to noe Julien more (d French exchange student).D both of us were talkin all d way.Dat was practicaly d first day.D second day continued with d speeches.Firstly ouyr new principle came in n started talkin on how she wants to suggest us with new uniforms to make us look 'different' from d other students.She even introduced dis Merit system n encouraged us to do social work to get merit marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After d speech by d principle came in d Form 6 student body aka Persatuan Tingkatan Enam (PTE). Dey welcomed us back,introduced demselves n had a small ice breaking session.Dey even explained some of d things v had to do such as collecting signatures frm 5 Form 6 teachers and all d AJK of d PTE.All in all, d second day wasn as much as boring as d first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Later in d day, v were all placed into our classes.I and a few others were in L6 Sc1. D school decided to mix all d students randomly into classes instead of clumping all d top students together.But i am grateful as the teachers for my class were said to b d best in their field&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    Pengajian Am - Pn.Kamisah&lt;br /&gt;    Maths        - Pn. Lim Boong Ngee&lt;br /&gt;    Chemistry    - En.Tan Seng Wah&lt;br /&gt;    Biology      - Pn.Wan Zakiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   D third day of school...aah..here is where all d work started.V had maths homework, a presentation for MUET, and had to get d entire list of Malaysia's ministers for Pengajian Am.All this was on d very forst day.I guess it was to b expected for Form 6.Our first Bio class on friday was a real shocker.D teacher was wexplaining n v were all blurr.A classmate asked d teacher if she cud start wif anythn simpler.D teacher's respond.."dis is d Simpl-EST"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well..dats all for d time about life in Form 6.It wasn at all dat bad.Its d beginning of sumthn new.My next post will b about Teacher's Day celebration at school which was yesterday (18th May).It was a very different celebration.It was a totally new experience of Teacher's Day for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-9156965529378500953?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/9156965529378500953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=9156965529378500953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/9156965529378500953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/9156965529378500953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2009/05/form-6-life.html' title='Form 6 Life'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-3307554493908401425</id><published>2009-05-17T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T05:43:58.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP Debate</title><content type='html'>Hey people.I know.It's been A-G-E-S since i last posted a post.Basically, i was too lazy to type anythn out.So here's an update.Mind you..altho its called an update..wat ur about to read is actually old news.Anyway, on the 14th of April I and my junior debaters went for the 7th National Debate Championship at HELP Institute.It was d first time dat our school participated and v had no idea watsoever of d rules or how v shud b debating.So,on d 14th of April i got up at 6 as usual and got ready for school.I scurried thro my cupboard to find my old pair of school uniform ( i hvn been to school for d past 5 mth since b4 April ).I got ready,went to school and departed to HELP Institute.The topic of our first round debate was "This House Would Not Use Animals For Entertainment".The topic was hard enuf, but..v had to get d opposition stand and against a so-called "formidable" opponent, SMK Katholik High,PJ. Since v were in d last group, our debate was to start oni at 4pm.So,v jus hanged around till it was our turn. When it was time, v gave all our best n went all out. D debate was at a classroom. Half d entire class was filled with Katholik High supporters. Finally..after an hour of debate and another half hour of adjudicating..the verdict was..SMK Kepong emerged d winning team.My team won! And so, as usual, d adjudicators congratulated d winning team and asked if there were any questions. Professionally, d losing team SHOULD b askin d adjudicators on how dey cud improve demselves.But no~dey were Too egoistic to admit defeat.D debaters as well as their supporters spent half an hour arguing with d adjudicators dat dey shud hv won d battle. SORE losers! Thats d end of dat chapter.Arrived home at 7pm (12 hours..it was physical n mental torture).Anyway, it was Tamil New Year on d very day, so dat meant i had to go to temple rite after i had my bath.It was 10 when i arrived home.Usually, it wud mean getting to bed.However, d 2nd round of d debate was d very next day n v already received our topic. V were again d opposition against another good school, SMK Chung Hwa. Dis topic was even harder than d previous. "The Government Should Pay Women For Giving Birth". So, me n my teammates went thro preparing points for d topic.V had to prepare takin into consideration 2 situation. 1) surrogacy. 2)Low Populated Country.&lt;br /&gt;It was already 2am when i was done preparing points alone.Got up again at 6 at it was d same routine as d day b4.When it was our turn to debate, v had a shock.D government team neither spoke about surrogacy nor low population.Dey took on a stand sayin dat it was d governments responsibility to care.It was a long winded debate. It ended in us losing dat round due to a late come back n d lack of 'Burden Of Clash' as mentioned by d adjudicator. But it was great. v lost but v had fun n learned alot.v did quite well considering it was our first time participating in dat debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now ppl..I started Form 6 last week..Its been very busy,but fun..will b posting about it soon..mayb next week..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-3307554493908401425?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/3307554493908401425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=3307554493908401425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/3307554493908401425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/3307554493908401425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2009/05/help-debate.html' title='HELP Debate'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-691395423415782713</id><published>2009-03-07T22:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:56:53.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/dragon/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Hierophant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Divine Wisdom. Manifestation. Explanation. Teaching. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;All things relating to education, patience, help from superiors.The Hierophant is often considered to be a Guardian Angel.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Hierophant's purpose is to bring the spiritual down to Earth. Where the High Priestess between her two pillars deals with realms beyond this Earth, the Hierophant (or High Priest) deals with worldly problems. He is well suited to do this because he strives to create harmony and peace in the midst of a crisis. The Hierophant's only problem is that he can be stubborn and hidebound. At his best, he is wise and soothing, at his worst, he is an unbending traditionalist. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-691395423415782713?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/691395423415782713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=691395423415782713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/691395423415782713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/691395423415782713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-are-hierophant-divine-wisdom.html' title=''/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-2195912468773894303</id><published>2009-03-03T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T07:22:05.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged By Shasha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Directions: Once you've been tagged, you've to write a blog with 16 random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end, choose 10 people to tag, listing their names &amp;amp; why you choose them. Don't forget to leave them a comment ("you're it") and to read your blog. You can't tag the person that tagged you. Since you can't tag me, let me know when you've posted your blog, so I can see your weirdness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. My friends are definitely my first priority,even before myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. I love school more than home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. I'm a vegetarian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. I noe a great deal of numerology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. I'm crushing on a certain sumone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. I like songs based on their lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. I am amazed by japanese songs and instrumentals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. I may not look like it..but i'm easily touched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. I find it hard to part from my handphone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. I can ONLY perform under pressure..i noe,weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. If i wasn tagged..i wud have been bored rite now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. I can't play d piano..however it's my favourite instrumental equipment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. Someday..i'll definitely be a scientist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. I would never drink, smoke and gamble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. Nothing beats reading a good book!!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. Finally..i'm done.Never have i spent dis long on a tagged post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People To Tag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Chew Kwang Liang - He needs to get his mind awy frm philosopies and business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Andre - How can I not tag him !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Chee Jian - At least he'll be occupied doin sumthin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Ken Lam - He hasn't blogged in a long time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Navin Singh - he could use a few extra posts on his blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Ying Ci - Let's noe more bout her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Zachary - Jus to push him around a little &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Rodney - I'm running out of ppl to tag..argh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. Anthony - Give him some extra work to do..hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Aly -Jus for d sake of tagging one last person..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-2195912468773894303?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/2195912468773894303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=2195912468773894303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/2195912468773894303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/2195912468773894303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-by-shasha.html' title='Tagged By Shasha'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-5709808803189294239</id><published>2009-02-13T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:37:48.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To You With Love,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k453/jhothiesvaren95/valentine-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k453/jhothiesvaren95/valentine-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love is so sad.I realized it that night you were next to me.Cause better than anybody else,I know you so well.Even your casual kindness.Makes my chest tighten.You don't understand,I'm so in love with you.This, this close I'm watching you.Why are we only friends?No matter how strong my feelings are,They don't reach you. You don't understand,I'm so in love with you."You're not feeling too good?"you said, and in that moment I yawned to hide my tears."Lack of sleep, maybe?" was my excuse.The lies to my most important person,Keep piling up. That's the current me.I'm so in love with you.Every day my heart is in pain.Countless sleepness nights overcome.That first day we met,It'd be so great if I could return to it.I'm so in love with you. If I confess that "I love you",I probably won't be able to smile again.But to continue as friends, with fake smiles,I can't take take it any more.I'm so in love with you. The truth is I always loved you.Always,I kept loving you.To you I want to send these feelings.I whisper them to the blue sky.You don't understand,I'm so in love with you. This close I'm watching you.Why are we only friends? No matter how strong my feelings are,They don't reach you. You don't you understand that I'm so in love with you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k453/jhothiesvaren95/valentine.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k453/jhothiesvaren95/valentine.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k453/jhothiesvaren95/valentine.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k453/jhothiesvaren95/valentine.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-5709808803189294239?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/5709808803189294239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=5709808803189294239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/5709808803189294239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/5709808803189294239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-you-with-love.html' title='To You With Love,'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-763964073765977234</id><published>2009-01-13T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:16:53.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is My True Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's february..Known as the month of love as Valentine's Day is jus round the corner..Dis is a Japanese song..The english translation is right below the video. A beautiful song bout a guy who jus can't confess his love although he really loves his girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(i noe..still early..but wat d heck..enjoy~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6edadde29b2f7caf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6edadde29b2f7caf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331145848%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65092759F2968FFF37609AF5A3D8F654AB98F544.1F6C8BBCEDF8FC25BF1BC5E0890AB7D5F2D86AA6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6edadde29b2f7caf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwV5TGGi7JdulxMHbjGTnRxIKvUc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6edadde29b2f7caf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331145848%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65092759F2968FFF37609AF5A3D8F654AB98F544.1F6C8BBCEDF8FC25BF1BC5E0890AB7D5F2D86AA6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6edadde29b2f7caf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwV5TGGi7JdulxMHbjGTnRxIKvUc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if my love reaches the breaking point, it won't reach you entirely&lt;br /&gt;My true feelings for you are just spinning on air, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't bring my heart to say "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;On the long, sleepless nights, I think of you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your images turn in my mind's eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i ask myself, Is this love ?&lt;br /&gt;continuously shaking speech that moves you to tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;changes into a slight fever mingled with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Give me a smile and shiny days, by your smile&lt;br /&gt;So that I can withstand the cold of a frozen night.&lt;br /&gt;Even if my love reaches the breaking point, it won't reach you entirely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My true feelings for you are just spinning on air, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't bring my heart to say "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;Like rain in the middle of summer, the dry, bareness moistens, your smile is bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a smile and shiny days, don't clear up so quickly!&lt;br /&gt;Because we can overcome any wall that stands in our way.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever we love, these images will reach them, right?&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you can find me, your words are dancing in space.&lt;br /&gt;The further apart you go, the more it hurts me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The more I chase you, the more my heart feels the cruel distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give me a smile and shiny days,&lt;br /&gt;Give me a smile and nice days,&lt;br /&gt;If only we could meet in an embrace...&lt;br /&gt;Whoever we love, these images will reach them, right?&lt;br /&gt;If only you had said so in your dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That u loved me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if only I had said in my dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I always loved you&lt;br /&gt;Even if my love reaches the breaking point, it won't reach entirely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My true feelings for you are just spinning on air, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't bring my heart to say "I love you" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;P.S. i noe d date says January..i've been saving dis in my drafts since then...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-763964073765977234?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6edadde29b2f7caf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/763964073765977234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=763964073765977234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/763964073765977234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/763964073765977234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-my-true-feelings.html' title='This Is My True Feelings'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-6556106550268890965</id><published>2009-01-05T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:24:57.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down? Do you ever feel out of place? Like somehow you just don't belong,and no one understands you.Do you ever wanna runaway?Do you lock yourself in your room?With the radio on turned up so loud,That no one hears you screaming.No you don't know what it's like.When nothing feels all right.You don't know what it's like,to be like me.Do you wanna be somebody else?Are you sick of feeling so left out?Are you desperate to find something more,before your life is over?Are you stuck inside a world you hate?Are you sick of everyone around?With their big fake smiles and stupid lies,while deep inside you're bleeding.No one ever lied straight to your face.No one ever stabbed you in the back.You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay.Everybody always gave you what you wanted.Never had to work it was always there.You don't know what it's like,be hurt,to feel lost,to be left out in the dark.To be kicked when you're down,to feel like you've been pushed around.To be on the edge of breaking down,and no one's there to save you. No you don't know what it's like.This is my life..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-6556106550268890965?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/6556106550268890965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=6556106550268890965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/6556106550268890965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/6556106550268890965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-my-life.html' title='This Is My Life'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-2288901319315873849</id><published>2008-12-21T18:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:52:59.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Empty Part In My Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SVB1nx15NeI/AAAAAAAAAUM/XQWIc69sfDI/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282851689160324578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SVB1nx15NeI/AAAAAAAAAUM/XQWIc69sfDI/s320/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A month ago,I heaved a huge sigh of relieve.SPM was finally over.The war has ended.Now...I am again heaving another HUGE sigh.Why?? Sumtin extremely valuable has been deprieved from me.I've been deprivied of my chance to return to high school..The best schooling life! The experience and memories are definitely not to be forgotten.School has always been like a first home to me.A place for me to bond and enjoy with my friends.Make jokes and teasing teachers. School life did not stop just a school.It was brought till out of school. Tuition classes was another place where we friends enjoyed life.I'm sure gonna miss walking home from tuition or school with my friends.The classroom was always a world of it's own. There were the bookworms,a computer, a calculator,the perfectionist,the drama people,teacher's favourites and us slackers. Academic achievement isn't all that we fight for.There's always glory in winning any competitions.Some of the unforgettable memories from school are cheating during exams and even playing "hide-a&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SVB14g7uK2I/AAAAAAAAAUU/kO5d7BVD-Ps/s1600-h/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282851976679140194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SVB14g7uK2I/AAAAAAAAAUU/kO5d7BVD-Ps/s320/pic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd-seek" with the discipline teacher.Most students are afraid of their teachers.However..To all the English teachers at S.M.K.Kepong..u guys are the 'bomb'.There was never a dull moment with the English teachers.Boy do they how to have fun..Cutting classes was another thrill of school life. Plus,there was always practices for competitions..These practices are actually our tickets to cutting classes as we have loads of fun during practice.The best part of school is definitely friends.If friends are absent..the entire class turns to a mortuary and I turn into a zombie... lol~. Not to forget&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SVB2EpEp7kI/AAAAAAAAAUc/I6OvNRJxWSI/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282852185022524994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SVB2EpEp7kI/AAAAAAAAAUc/I6OvNRJxWSI/s200/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..the best time of school life is when out during competitions or field trips. Everyone runs loose enjoying their time to the max.Oooh..I almost forgot. SPM preparation was another unforgettable experience.The stress and the adrenaline rush seemed troublesome.But when u look back at it now..I seem to miss it.It gave a certain thrill n livelyness. Well..sumthing has been taken away from me...Now,there's an empty part in my life with pieces of memories giving it some 'live'. I'm definitely gonna miss my friends and the times we've spent together. I surely will cherish the moments together.High school was one of the best thing that ever happened to me. The memories shall last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282852874394057538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SVB2sxLou0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/gnK1fXU8Df0/s400/pic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;FORM 5 MULIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d74c486c18887592" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd74c486c18887592%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331145848%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D269FF1C44A843CBF0BA4B1106B3542BD651F221C.409E0249EC0B327D2FDFFE13D2034AC95E4DEE4B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd74c486c18887592%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcdBTzeW0eZuZd445TpKXlOMQ0nE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd74c486c18887592%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331145848%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D269FF1C44A843CBF0BA4B1106B3542BD651F221C.409E0249EC0B327D2FDFFE13D2034AC95E4DEE4B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd74c486c18887592%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcdBTzeW0eZuZd445TpKXlOMQ0nE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch dis video till the end.It has a short msg at the end.Wat a coincidence &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I found this clip for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;P.S. The people I'm gonna miss are below~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-2288901319315873849?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d74c486c18887592&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/2288901319315873849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=2288901319315873849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/2288901319315873849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/2288901319315873849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2008/12/empty-part-in-my-life.html' title='An Empty Part In My Life...'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SVB1nx15NeI/AAAAAAAAAUM/XQWIc69sfDI/s72-c/pic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-6443272175259096280</id><published>2008-12-20T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:36:49.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People I'm Gonna Miss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well,school is gonna start in two weeks time.This is the time where i would usualy be looking forward to every year.Another year at school to bond with friends and memories to add.Sadly.. SPM has taken this privige away from me! Anyhow..I am surely gonna miss my friends back at school.Hopefully we can still meet up once in a while.Take care guys~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281950295682404914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SU1BzxdrUjI/AAAAAAAAATc/nLldlS15ueQ/s320/friend2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Peh Xuan Lin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the many people I'm gonna miss is definitely Xuan Lin.Sorry for using this picture..I couldn't find anything better.LOL~. She is our very own Kepong 'Rihanna'. That new haircut really makes her look like Rihanna. Plus...she can really sing well too. Anyway..I met her when i was in Form 3 back when we were classmates.How we became friends I seriously don't remember.I remember going for debate auditions with her then.The both of us were classmates until the end of Form 5. She is an exceptionally excellent student.Being the top student in school she does well both in academics and curriculum.This year was when we actually spent more time as friends compared to previous years. She is a very jolly and hardworking type of girl. A perfect all-rounder.My envy towards her made me a better student this year.It wasn't bad envy.It was a competitive envy.Something more like a motiavator.Please don't get me wrong.Thank You for being my competitor! Wish you all the best for your future plans.Keep in touch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will always be friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SU1BvYL___I/AAAAAAAAATU/J0SxKQNWqbQ/s1600-h/friend3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281950220177899506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SU1BvYL___I/AAAAAAAAATU/J0SxKQNWqbQ/s320/friend3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Chai Yee Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah..Yee Ling.She has been my classmate ever since Form 1. How the both of us became friends is still clear in my mind.Our first meeting lead to an arguement.She started calling me stupid.All because i was supporting my friend,Nasafi who went up against her as she took his bicycle keys. WTH~. Anyway..after the exams,she did outsmart me,but she realised that i wasn't as stupid of a fool as she first realised.We went for debate auditions together for three years in a row,ever since Form 3. Although she didn't make the cut..She found her place in the School Drama. When she became the class monitor this year,everyone regarded her as the class mother.That's cuz she really behaved like a mother. Caring and annoying ( She forced me to finish the salad and &lt;em&gt;tong yuen &lt;/em&gt;she served me at her gathering). All in all..She is a friend that I most definitely am gonna miss. Take care my friend. Wish you all the best for your future plans.Keep in touch. We will always be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SU1BWtuE9AI/AAAAAAAAATM/3sAZqFdYv2s/s1600-h/friend4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281949796461245442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SU1BWtuE9AI/AAAAAAAAATM/3sAZqFdYv2s/s320/friend4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Chan Chee Pang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude amazes me. I first met him at Pusat Tuisyen Cekap back when I was in Form 1. At that time..boy was he fat. But now..He turned into a hunk dat made it to Shasha's Top 15 sexy people list! He has a band and he plays the drums. Joined the School Drama which saw us emerging as runner-up in the Gombak District. Although we did not spend much time together as friends..his jokes made a permanent mark in me. Especially his 'Pau Joke'. Dude,remember to keep in touch.God bless you and I'm gonna miss you. LOL. Take care man.Wish you all the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SU1BMh_VxfI/AAAAAAAAATE/8iYdycI_O7c/s1600-h/friend5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281949621513733618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SU1BMh_VxfI/AAAAAAAAATE/8iYdycI_O7c/s320/friend5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lucian Perera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucian..Met him in Form 3 when I joined the English Language Society.We started hanging out during recess then as he wasn't my classmate. We oni became classmates in Form 4. Never will I ever forget how we always 'compliment' our 'beloved' Add maths teacher. We really do love her don't we Lucian?? It still remains a mystery to me how his younger brother is taller and hairrier than him. We really had a few enjoyable moments together back in school.He can really play the guitar well.He amazed the school this year. His collaboration with his brother during the Kepong Idol saw the both of then emerging the champions. Thay sang the song Umbrella by Rihanna.&lt;br /&gt;Lucian my bro..keep in touch. Friends will always stick together. Take care dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SU1BI78AsSI/AAAAAAAAAS8/j5sMDN-Abzg/s1600-h/friend6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281949559759614242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SU1BI78AsSI/AAAAAAAAAS8/j5sMDN-Abzg/s320/friend6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lim Jia Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen was a girl I never actually thought I wud make friend with. But... we clicked quite well once we got to know each other. She is my sister-in-law in a weird kind of way. ( If Lucian is my bro and she marries Lucian..that may explain things~). Of the many girls in class..i feel like she's the closest to me. Close as in the sense that I feel comfortable and not awkward when talking to her. Probably cuz she's my close friend's girl.By the way..she managed to make Lucian score better in the exams.The power of love~. She's probably the girl I spoke to the most in class this year.She really is a good friend. I'm definitely gonna miss her as well. Take care my friend. Wish you all the best for your future plans.Keep in touch. We will always be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;SHARMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I couldn't find any of his pictueres to post up here..so looks like jus the name will do.I met him back when I was in Form 2. We got to know each other more when I joined the English Language Society the following year.Form 4 set us up together as classmates.I will never forget the things we've been through.Problems spurred with teachers and one bloody jackass from the English Language Society did give us hell. Anyway..we went through all of dat as brothers. We spent the entire Form 5 with two approaches. 1st-ly..our 'LAUGH LA' policy where we jus laygh at our problems.May it be teachers or a tricky add maths question.2nd-ly is our 'F*** LA ' policy where we jus dun gv a damn about anything dat comes in our way. I enjoyed his company and friendship very much. He'll be off to the US soon.Take care bro! keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;V.V.I.F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SU1AzMo7LhI/AAAAAAAAAS0/r0KlKBrKrFI/s1600-h/friend7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281949186285841938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SU1AzMo7LhI/AAAAAAAAAS0/r0KlKBrKrFI/s320/friend7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hon Pei Sha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This girl I'm definitely gonna miss.Luckily our homes are jus around 200 metres apart. (Doesn make any difference though..lol).I met her when I was in form 2. Back then we weren't actualy friends yet. The following year,when i was in Form 3..I made it into the debate team as well as joined the English Language Society.This is when we started talkin to each other. Actually..it started of as us jus bombarding each other for no apparent reasons. We were close friends until dat jackass I mentioned earlier turned her against me for a short period of time.Well..dat was over quickly. This year,sumtin happened between us. An unforseen circumstance saw us gettin closer to each other.She was facing a problem and i was helping her out.Since then,I opened an msn account and we started chattin till ridiculous hours in the mornin. She is a very special person in general.It's jus too sad dat not many people know how to appreciate her. She is my closest friend.It's kinda funny though.It's oni been less than a year we've been close but I already consider her as my best friend.It is true anyway.I will most definitely cherish our friendship and hope for it to last forever.A true friend is hard to find.I found one and I'm not letting her go.I dun think i'm gonna mis her much though. We may meet quite often.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SU0vfXPutKI/AAAAAAAAASs/5ifOH4cjELw/s1600-h/friend1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281930153837900962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SU0vfXPutKI/AAAAAAAAASs/5ifOH4cjELw/s320/friend1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ng Hong Liang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here's another friend dat I'm not letting go off.We were friends ever since Form 3.But this year,we suddenly clicked tremendously.He is an extremely warm and caring indinvidual.You can always count on him to rest your burden on.He is constantly ready to give u a leaning shoulder and a helping hand. I will never forget having a such a close friend as Hong Liang. I doubt if i wud ever meet anyone as close as him in the near future. Hey..Big Bro! remember to keep in touch always.Even the smallest hi proves as sumtin to hold our bond of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for being such  a wonderful friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-6443272175259096280?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/6443272175259096280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=6443272175259096280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/6443272175259096280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/6443272175259096280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2008/12/people-im-gonna-miss.html' title='People I&apos;m Gonna Miss!'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SU1BzxdrUjI/AAAAAAAAATc/nLldlS15ueQ/s72-c/friend2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-2131770272422849282</id><published>2008-12-18T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:19:02.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 10th Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUqwAth-seI/AAAAAAAAASk/zL4Q273valU/s1600-h/th_hooray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281227039313932770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUqwAth-seI/AAAAAAAAASk/zL4Q273valU/s320/th_hooray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well..I started my blog on the 8th of December.Finally now,I'm posting my tenth post! YEA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you to all the visitors who cared to stop by my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really Appreciate your support! Continue following my blog for further updates and posts. I'm still workin on improving and decorating. Enjoy a game of hangman at the bottom of my page. Take a peek at those daily quotes.Hope the music suits you guys.lol~ Don't forget to leave your mark. Make a comment and type in the chatbox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you all once again for following my blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-2131770272422849282?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/2131770272422849282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=2131770272422849282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/2131770272422849282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/2131770272422849282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-10th-post.html' title='My 10th Post!'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUqwAth-seI/AAAAAAAAASk/zL4Q273valU/s72-c/th_hooray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-4710057607524097390</id><published>2008-12-16T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:45:17.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering</title><content type='html'>Last night was the first time I went out to meet my friends.Yee ling had a gathering at her place.Finally,a chance to get back with classmates after 3 long weeks of not meeting each other.I arrived at her place at 7.45 at night.She gave me a warm welcome.Her nephew..about 2 or 3 years old came up to me seeking a *high five*.It's not like me to say this..but he was soo cute.Her house was really beautiful.A nice corner lot house with a big pond like garden with a miniature waterfall.She mentioned about having a fish which her dad bought for RM300. I didn't even catch a glipse of it.Probably it's an invisible fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..Since I was a vegetarian,the BBQ...not for me.I went into d house and saw tze lin on d sofa.I joined him while waitin for Lucian and Jia Wen. Yee ling served me some green sago soup.She made some salad especially for me.Thanks a bunch yee ling.I always knew that yee ling was somewhat 'fierce'. When she served me with that salad,i told her "Yee ling,thank you soo much..But i hate mayonaise." She told me that she wouldn't let me go home unless I finish my food.She sounded like she was my mum or sumthin.LOL~.So,for d first time in 17 years, I ate mayonaise.The first gulp was diffucult..but every bite soon after started accepting this foreign taste.At around 8.10,Lucian and Jia Wen arrived.The gathering was seriously enjoyable.Everyone were talkin and joking.It was like being back at school for a moment.However, I was dissapointed by the low turn out.Hong liang! You are one of the people to dissapoint me. It's ok bro,I understand your inconvinience.Maybe next time we'll get the chance to meet.Hong Liang was the ONE person I was looking forward to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9.15,my dad arrived to pick me up.I said goodbye to all my friends and finally thanked Yee Ling for the invitation.Yee ling's final words to me that nite..."Iswaran,next time I'll prepare more vegetarian food for you!" I really appreaciate it Yee ling..But remember this,I din come over jus for the food.Yee ling..thanks for a wonderful gathering!Hope to c'ya again some time soon.Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-4710057607524097390?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/4710057607524097390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=4710057607524097390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/4710057607524097390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/4710057607524097390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-night-was-first-time-i-went-out-to.html' title='Gathering'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-1882881650860076615</id><published>2008-12-15T10:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:06:00.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Anime Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUlWetd1KzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hSHRBAUcusc/s1600-h/sano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280847123669396274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUlWetd1KzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hSHRBAUcusc/s320/sano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sano can change towels into iron by holding his breath, however sharp-eyed fans can see that sometimes it appears to be voice-activated instead. But after he gives the commands, he is sometimes left with a second or two to stop breathing in. Sano, a 9th grader at Inaho Junior High School, was known as the Genius of Robert's Ten while he was part of it. But he had joined because the leader of Robert's Ten had placed a Death Pentagon on Sano's King of the Celestial World Candidate Inumaru that would kill him by removing all his blood unless he listened to Robert. Sano can be creative with his power, creating shields, springboards and even boomerangs which he calls "boomerang cutter". He has a burn over his left eye which was caused during an accident with a hot spring. Still, he does love those hot springs and hopes to get the blank talent to obtain the talent of discovery in order to find a hot spring of his own.&lt;br /&gt;His Level 2 makes his steel towels into powerful magnets. Seems to possess a ridiculous amount of his necessary towels, pulling them out of his robe in rapid succession.He is a very courageous teammate and cares for his friends dearly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280844595292117970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUlULihtm9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/LDNRY8AfBVw/s320/ueki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kosuke Ueki is the main character in the series. Ueki's ability is given to him by Kobayashi, who is also Ueki's homeroom teacher. His level 2 power is to undo the opponent's power. He can use more than one sacred treasure weapon at the same time. Ueki is an unusually calm individual, and doesn't care about what happens to him. He can be found snoozing in class, letting children use him as a target for shooting soccer balls (or in one case, a surfboard),and also calling the police without panicking when he faces a gang of rowdy teenagers. However, he cares for people around them, even going as far as saving his enemy, Robert Haydn from falling debris in the Dogura Mansion. Ueki is a genuinely kind person who is always trying to help people. Ueki is actually a heavenly being sent to Earth by his father in order to take part in this tournament. Being a heavenly being allows him powers beyond his tree-making skills. He is a bit of a simpleton who constantly uses his ability against non-gifted, but that is because he just can't stand seeing these nasty folks defying his sense of justice. Even though he constantly loses his talents (and gains fairly useless ones when he wins), he believes that he can still make do by putting even more effort into succeeding.Ueki has an extremely strong sense of justice and will go any distance to protect the innocent and his friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280817715466952018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUk7u7X_XVI/AAAAAAAAARU/ouRqsy27hhs/s320/train.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train Heartnet, also known as "Black Cat", is a sweeper partnered with Sven. Train is a lighthearted, courageous man who's highly skilled with a gun. He seems to enjoy tormenting Sven and tightening their already small budget as low-paid sweepers by his exaggerated food consumption. Some of Train's distinguishing features are his spiky brown ruffled hair, his catlike slitted eyes, a choker with a tiny bell attached to it, and the XIII tattoo he has on his chest. He has low alcohol tolerance, but loves to drink milk. He is also skilled at disguises, can sleep anywhere, even inside a cramped porcelain vase, and tends to be clueless about most other important things. He is originally part of Chronos, as a ruthless assassin and Number XIII of the group. He wields Hades, an ornate black revolver made out of Orihalcum with a XIII engraved into its side. He is called a "bringer of bad luck", but is known to leave women and children unharmed, and is called "naive" by many of the Chronos numbers. This personality stems from being orphaned after Zaguine Axeloake kills his parents, which causes Zaguine to take Train in and teach him how to kill with effiency. Zaguine eventually dies, and tells Train that he needs to be the best in order to survive. He eventually meets Saya, a carefree sweeper, who slowly changes Train into a "stray cat" that doesn't blindly follow orders. He decides not to kill anymore, and after Creed kills Saya, he leaves to become a sweeper. Train possesses 20/10 vision in both eyes, which allows him greater sight that normal people. He is an extremely skilled marksman, able to accurately shoot down bullets from other guns, and make a number of bullets hit at exactly the same time. He can also shoot a number of bullets while in the air to accelerate him into a spinning slash, "Black Claw", that leaves three large slash marks. He also uses specialty bullets created by Sven, including the Burst Bullet, which produces an extremely large amount of damage, bullets that freeze opponents, and bullets that paralyze opponents. His gun is made out of the strongest metal on Earth, which allows him to use the gun to deflect bullets and guard against other attacks. When his body becomes infected with nanomachines that cause static electricity, he becomes able to focus the energy into the gun, and shoot energy blasts that amount to a railgun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUlBrd6dHsI/AAAAAAAAARc/DHPHrelZ7ec/s1600-h/sasuke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280824253088603842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUlBrd6dHsI/AAAAAAAAARc/DHPHrelZ7ec/s320/sasuke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasuke is one of the few survivors of the Uchiha Clan, one of the most powerful clans of the Leaf Village. He is the number one rookie genin and is considered a genius. Sasuke has a very mysterious and bloody past, and his only goal in life is revenge. Sasuke is a dark and serious kid. This makes him look cool to all of the girls in his class, but he doesn't care about that. Sasuke only cares about revenge, and to do this he needs to become strong, very strong. The exact reason for his lust for vengeance is still unknown, but it does have something to do with his elder brother and parents. His father and Mother along with the entire Uchiha clan other than Sasuke were murdured by his older brother Itachi. Sasuke has sworn to take revenge and kill Itachi. He was willing to do anything to get enough power to do so. Sasuke is teamed up with Naruto and Sakura. At first Sasuke wasn't to happy about his little group, with Sakura having a huge crush on him and Naruto being the number one loudest ninja of the Leaf Village. But after some life and death battles they fought together Sasuke came to respect them. Especially Naruto, at first Sasuke thougt of Naruto as a loser, but then Naruto saved his life in the battle against Haku and Zabuza. Naruto defeated an enemy Sasuke himself couldn't handle. His pride was hurt, but he started to respect Naruto and started seeing him as his rival rather then some useless loser. Because Sasuke is a descendant of the Uchiha Clan he possesses it's Bloodline. This gives him the ability to use the Sharingan. With his Sharingan, Sasuke is able to see through an opponent's strategy and counter it. He is also able to copy moves with it and improve them, like he did with one of Lee's TaiJutsu moves. If you ad up the fact that Sasuke was already a very talented ninja even before he could use his Sharingan, you have a very powerful ninja who improves really fast and has even greater potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281135144277247282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUpcbt16BTI/AAAAAAAAASc/q8-knji75X8/s320/hiei1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hiei is a hybrid fire and ice demon. His mother is forced to abandon him as a child because of his mixed nature, which leads to him kill to survive most of his life. He has a special jewel made out of his mother's tear, though he eventually loses it. He takes the Jagan implant from Shigure, which reduces him to a D-Class demon, in order to find it and his village. He seeks out his village and learns that he has a twin sister, Yukina, who is no longer in the village. He gives up on his search for the jewel and seeks out his sister instead. Shigure has Hiei swear an oath never to tell Yukina that he is her brother as payment for the eye, although he doesn't plan to tell her either way. Hiei has some pyrokinetic and cryokinetic powers, and a natural resistance to them. He is a master swordsman, having learned under Shigure, capable of moving at extreme speeds. The Jagan, is a third eye on his forehead that grants him various telekinetic powers, including hypnosis, telepathy, and remote viewing. He can transform into a demon form with green skin and eyes sprouting all over his body, which grants him enhanced abilities. He can summon the Dragon of the Darkness Flame. It's powerful demon energy launched in the form of a dragon that cannot be controlled once released. It causes his arm to be unusable at first, but he eventually learns how to control it better and absorb the energy itself to increase his offensive and defensive abilities while draining energy at a high rate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280858550804275954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUlg323F4vI/AAAAAAAAASE/DHk0nQDq9jk/s320/kurogane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurogane used to be a 'ninja' who worked as a bodyguard in the Shirasagi castle of the Japan Empire. He was under the orders of the miko princess Tomoyo, younger sister of the empress. One night, after killing all the men who invaded the castle, Tomoyo summoned him and showed him her disappointment about his violent ways. Kurogane is the strongest warrior, perhaps the best swordsman in the empire. No one there can win him over a fight. Therefore, the princess decides as a punishment to send him far away, in a journey, so he learns the real meaning of strength. Also, she casts a spell on him his force will decrease in inverse proportion to the number of persons he kills from now on. With her magical powers, Tsukiyomi sends a very angry Kurogane to another dimension. He lands on a garden, rain falling over him. He finds himself surrounded by strangers, two teenagers, a boy holding to a sleeping girl, a fair-haired man with a heavy coat and a golden staff, and a mysterious woman in a black and white dress. Soon he learns a couple of things. The woman is a witch, the place is a shop to grant wishes, the world is also called Japan but it's different, and the only one who can help him to return home is said witch. However, the boy, Syaoran needs to find the girl, Sakura's memories through the dimensions and the other man Fay wants to get away from his own world. Four persons, the same expensive wish, to travel. Yuuko, the witch, proposes a deal. If everyone can pay her their most important possession, they can travel and handle the price all together. Kurogane is forced to hand out his sword, Ginryuu (Silver Dragon), to which he holds an emotional attachment. He obtained a new sword in Ōto called the Sōhi, and taught Syaoran the skills of sword fighting and sensing attacks from the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280816911269878722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUk7AHgd28I/AAAAAAAAARM/4S2CpPGbj7Y/s320/musica.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Musica is an accomplished Silverclaimer, able to manipulate anything silver into any form he wants it to be. The skull necklace he wears, called Silver, gives him this ability. He can reform Silver into almost any kind of weapon or tool he needs.But he normally used it as a spear for attacking and a large shield when defending. In the Manga, after Reina's sacrifice, it gave him a new spear, the Silver Ray, a spear that has Reina's father beliefs and Reina's soul. Musica is shown to be able to defend himself well in hand to hand combat too.Musica is the leader of a band of infamous thieves known as the Silver-Rhythm gang that reside in Punk Street. He owns and pilots a flying ship called the Advent.When he was young, Musica's family was wiped out by Lance the "Beast Sword" of Demon Card, with a sword forged by his grandfather, Galein Musica. He was then taken in by Rize, a silver-claimer, who raised him and taught him the ways of silver-claiming. On Rize's deathbed, he asked Musica to find Silver Ray and destroy it, to which Musica agreed. Musica later discovered that the Oni Fortress River Saly was in fact the Silver Ray in disguise. After a battle with the oni leader Ogre, he managed to destroy the Silver Ray with the help of Reina. The weapon was then reborn as an artifact, which Reina called "The Ocean-Rending spear, Silver Ray". Musica now carries both the Silver Ray and Reina's silver, as they have fused with his own.He almost sacrificed himself for forging the tenth sword for Haru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280814178651988434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUk4hDtl4dI/AAAAAAAAARE/aGvYKZ0VqM4/s320/haru.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haru is a teenage boy who grew up on a small island called Garage Island. His father left him with his mother and sister to find Rave when he was young. Soon after, his mother died and he was left alone with his sister. His destiny takes a turn when Shiba gives him the Rave stone, passing on the powers of the Rave Master. He first fished Plue the Rave bearer out of the ocean, and soon met Shiba, the Rave Master. Haru was chosen as the second generation of Rave Master by Rave. When he realizes the true threat that Demon Card are to the world, he then promised Shiba that he will complete the collection of Rave and defeat evil and end all of it and sets off to find the pieces of Rave to restore peace to the world. He's like his father, Gale Glory, never giving up in a battle, no matter the circumstances. He is not afraid to die for the protection of the planet. Along the way, he found good friends and allies, each having their own goals, yet were bound together thanks to him and helping each other along the way. He is very friendly and has a lot of energy. He is always there for his friends. He promised to protect Elie and when his friends are hurt, he gets really mad and will have motivation to protect them, gathering a rush of great strength.Haru's special power is Rave, but it's connected to the huge sword he carries, known as the Decaforce Sword, Ten Commandments, which he received from Shiba after learning that he was the new Rave Master. The Decaforce Sword (Ten Commandments) is named such because the main piece of Rave gives the sword the power to take on 9 other forms, while the original form was made by blacksmith Galein Musica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280837193042647074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUlNcq_6WCI/AAAAAAAAARs/ILl-qs4ofAQ/s320/gokusun.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The cheerful 'Monkey King' of legend; an unholy child born from the rocks where the aura of the Earth was gathered.Though he does have demonic powers, he is not a demon. He was born from the Earth and presented as a gift to the gods early in his life. Because of the crimes he committed when he was young, he was imprisoned in the rocks for five hundred years without aging with no memories of what had happened. Sanzo eventually sets him free after hearing him calling, thought his main goal was just to quiet him. He is constantly hungry due to being locked away for so long. He is apparently very good in mahjong too. His original form, known as "Seiten Taisei" or "Great Sage, Equal to Heaven", is revealed when his golden diadem is removed or broken. While in his original form, Goku possesses greater durability where injuries that were deadly to him before were for the most part harmless, power (once bending Gojyo's shakujo just by grabbing it) and speed (he generally moves too fast for other characters to even see him). However, he also completely lacks reason, self-control, and the ability to discern friend from foe. The only ones capable of recreating the diadem are the gods and Sanzo. Goku, knowing what he becomes, only takes it off willingly when completely necessary, while other times it had broken due to emotional distress and by Hakkai to prevent him from dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280812547192249378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUk3CGDR3CI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/l8eJvDsf9VA/s320/kenshin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenshin is a former legendary assassin known as "Hitokiri Battōsai". At the end of the Bakumatsu, he becomes a wandering samurai, now wielding a sakabato (reverse-blade sword), a katana that has the cutting edge on the inwardly curved side of the sword, thus being nearly incapable of killing. Kenshin wanders the countryside of Japan offering protection and aid to those in need, as atonement for the murders he once committed as an assassin.Throughout the series, a young woman named Kaoru develops strong romantic feelings for him, and he also comes to love her. Despite his feelings, he is constantly haunted by the wrongs committed in his past, and believes he does not deserve happiness. However, as he notes how Kaoru would feel if he dies, Kenshin decides not to leave her and regains a desire to survive. If he is not able to protect his loved ones, he begins to shift into his "Hitokiri Battōsai" personality, and takes extreme measures in order save others, caring little for the well-being of his opponents. However, Kenshin avoids changing his personality, swearing that he will never kill, and will try to avoid the deaths of as many people as possible.Kenshin is a practitioner of the Hiten Mitsurugi-Ryū ( "Flying Heaven Honorable Sword Style"), also referred to in the series as "Ultrasonic Sword Style", a fictional ancient sword art. Kenshin's mastery of the style allows him to possess superhuman speed and reflexes, study and predict his opponent's movements in battle, as well as perform many powerful sword techniques.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-1882881650860076615?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/1882881650860076615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=1882881650860076615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/1882881650860076615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/1882881650860076615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2008/12/top-10-anime-heroes.html' title='Top 10 Anime Heroes'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUlWetd1KzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hSHRBAUcusc/s72-c/sano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-4403803521584431775</id><published>2008-12-15T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:53:30.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taggy Thingamajiggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Person who tagged you is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280059666233770738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUaKSp67QvI/AAAAAAAAAPc/j6EHFY3DU1g/s320/sha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isolde Hon Pei Sha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Your relationship with her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280084467190101090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUag2QrsdGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/LU4rVApbcdQ/s320/friend.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Five impressions of her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Enthusiastic, charming, friendly, smart, caring&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4. The most memorable thing she has done for you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Existing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5. Most memorable thing she has said to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280084712439843122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUahEiTyiTI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1pydM5-YfmA/s320/thank+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Most unlikely to happen..dun bother askin~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;7. If she becomes your lover, thing she has to improve on would be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's never gonna happen..4get about it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;8. If she become your enemy, you will&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280085396832470194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUahsX3tRLI/AAAAAAAAAP0/_UY7TMPqoN8/s320/shocked.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dis is even MORE unlikely to happen than she being my lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is it you want to tell her now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's jus soo many things to talk bout~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;10. Your overall impression on her is?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A wonderful person&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;11. How do you think people around you will feel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Feel about what..?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;12. What do you love about yourself?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280085636669234946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 47px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUah6VVP3wI/AAAAAAAAAP8/-YtQiTBRhmI/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you hate about yourself?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My intelligence is still very poor.. *sobs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;14. The most ideal person you want to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A rich and famous scientist. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;15. For people who love and care for you, say something to them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love and care for you too.I'd do anything to stay by your side and help you always.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;16. Tag ten people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmm...I don't have 10buddies yet.I'll jus tag a few&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1)Andre&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2) Pei sha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3) Ken Lam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4) Anthony&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5) Ying Ci&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6) Zachary&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;7) Chee Jian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;17. Who is 6 having a relationship with?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280086575359042130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUaiw-OVolI/AAAAAAAAAQE/e75oYxPpF-I/s320/KEN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOL~ Ken Lam perhaps..??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;18. What is 2 studying about?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280086749532519346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUai7HEh-7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/Li_iD46aUIA/s320/astrology.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Astrology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When was the last time you had a chat with 3?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's been a long time..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;20. Does 1 have any siblings?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;21. Will you woo 3?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OMG..Definitely no..I'm not gay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;22. How about 7?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OMG...not again..NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;23. Is 4 single?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not sure...Maybe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;24. What is the surname of 5?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ng&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;25. Where is 2 studying at?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Currently..nowhere&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;26. Talk about something for 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's a heck of a worthy friend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;27. What colour does 4 like?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmm...i really dunno..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;28. Are 1 and 5 best friends?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not best..just friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;29. Does 6 have any pets?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes..a dog named Jimpo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;30. Is 7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NO...Definitely not&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-4403803521584431775?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/4403803521584431775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=4403803521584431775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/4403803521584431775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/4403803521584431775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2008/12/taggy-thingamajiggy.html' title='Taggy Thingamajiggy'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUaKSp67QvI/AAAAAAAAAPc/j6EHFY3DU1g/s72-c/sha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-4534953488936151775</id><published>2008-12-15T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:33:51.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to my Best Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Here's yet another post with lyrics...Dedicated to my BEST friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Guys~ This is for u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Just recently, Simple Plan released a new song titled 'Save You'.After listening to the lyrics,I realised dat I feel the same way about my friends. For my close friends out there,I will always be by your side ready to help always.All you gotta do is ask.Take care guys,enjoy life~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Take a breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I pull myself together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just another step until I reach the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You'll never know the way it tears me up inside to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wish that I could tell you something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To take it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And there're so many things that I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I won't give up till it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If it takes you forever I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When I hear your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's drowning into whispers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's just skin and bones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There's nothing left to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No matter what I do I can't make you feel better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If only I could find the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To help me understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And there're so many things that I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wont give up till it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If it takes you forever I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That if you fall, stumble down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll pick you up off the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If you lose faith in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll give you strength to pull through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me you won't give up cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll be waiting if you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh you know I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If only I could find the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To take it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And there're so many things that I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wont give up till it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If it takes you forever I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wish I could save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUa9vD1ZT1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/V9wfFVsiTSQ/s1600-h/sha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280116229319249746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUa9vD1ZT1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/V9wfFVsiTSQ/s320/sha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pei Sha n Chuin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUa-FYxE20I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/r6R69meCieM/s1600-h/andre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280116612895398722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUa-FYxE20I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/r6R69meCieM/s320/andre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My bro, Hong liang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember guys,best friends forever.Never say thank you or sorry to each other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be by your side always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUa9vD1ZT1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/V9wfFVsiTSQ/s1600-h/sha.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUa9vD1ZT1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/V9wfFVsiTSQ/s1600-h/sha.jpg"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-4534953488936151775?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/4534953488936151775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=4534953488936151775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/4534953488936151775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/4534953488936151775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2008/12/dedicated-to-my-best-friends.html' title='Dedicated to my Best Friends'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUa9vD1ZT1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/V9wfFVsiTSQ/s72-c/sha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-6974937380954752331</id><published>2008-12-10T20:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:04:35.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and crushes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is gonna be my longest post by far..Hope you don't get bored~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's mainly song lyrics though.LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that falling in love is beautiful.Well...it can be quite a trouble at the beginning.Especially if you've just realised that you're starting to fall for a close friend that you never thought you'd fall for. Then,there comes a choice... to tell or not to tell.This matter arises and can cause internal conflict. The reason... If u confessed and she rejects you, your friendship may most likely go down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a story on my behalf.I knew this girl since form 3. Well, i knew her before but we only started talking since i was in form 3.I have never seen her aas someone more than a friend.When i was in form 5,due to unforseen circumstances...we got closer to each other.In the beginning,it was jus a start of a closer friendship.I didn't even know if i was really falling for her or not.Just then,American Idol runner up,David Archuleta released his first single,Crush.I thought that David Archuleta read my mind.Every word of those lyrics meant soo much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hung up the phone tonight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something happened for the first time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep inside it was a rush, what a rush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause the possibility &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you would ever feel the same way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;About me It's just too much, just too much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I ever think about is you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I just got to know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever think &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're all alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that we can be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where this thing could go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it real or just another crush &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you catch your breath &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I look at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you holding back &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the way I do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know this crush aint going away, going away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has it ever crossed your mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When were hangin, spending time girl,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are we just friends Is there more, is there more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See it's a chance we've gotta take &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I believe that we can make this into &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something that will last, last forever, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Ever Do you ever think &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're all alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that we can be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where this thing can go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Is it real or just another crush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you catch your breath &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I look at you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you holding back &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the way I do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know this crush aint going away, going away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I ever think about is you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I just got to know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever think &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're all alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that we can be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where this thing can go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it real or just another crush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you catch your breath &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I look at you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you holding back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the way I do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know this crush aint going away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This crush aint going away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going away,Going away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the kind of person who puts friendship above everything else in the world.That's one of a few reasons why i haven't confessed to her...and i'l probably never.I can't stand risking to jeopardise my friendship with her.Someone once told me that to love someone, you don't necessarily need to be together with them.One can still care for their loved ones by maintaining a good friendship and ensuring that their loved ones laugh always.Anyway...It's not as if I'm never gonna see her again or whatever. We're still friends.I MAY see myself singing this song in the next 10 or 15 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time, This place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too long, Too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just one chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just one breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just in case there's just one left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you know, you know, you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On my knees, I'll ask&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause with you, I'd withstand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd give it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd give for us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give anything but I won't give up'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you know, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know, you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you know, you know, you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I needed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I love youI have loved you all along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I forgive you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So keep breathing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe and, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep breathing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's amazing how well song lyrics can be just soo meaningful.They just tend to relate to one's life so accurately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278407783685385698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCr6b45beI/AAAAAAAAAKc/VS6L_LyDwuw/s320/lol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm laughing my ass out after dis post~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wonder why..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-6974937380954752331?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/6974937380954752331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=6974937380954752331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/6974937380954752331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/6974937380954752331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-and-crushes_10.html' title='Love and crushes.'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCr6b45beI/AAAAAAAAAKc/VS6L_LyDwuw/s72-c/lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-4967310293634423277</id><published>2008-12-10T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:42:59.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Art and the Real World Merges Together...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCLTnQqeGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HfxxKq2DN9M/s1600-h/funny11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278371932350871650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCLTnQqeGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HfxxKq2DN9M/s320/funny11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCLJ5gs05I/AAAAAAAAAKM/gmoMWqEnHjc/s1600-h/funny+5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278371765451281298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCLJ5gs05I/AAAAAAAAAKM/gmoMWqEnHjc/s320/funny+5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCK_9fIk_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/DLTU6wtbIfY/s1600-h/funny10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278371594719761394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCK_9fIk_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/DLTU6wtbIfY/s320/funny10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCKvL2o4iI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MR7Ge2ELCqk/s1600-h/funny9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278371306518667810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCKvL2o4iI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MR7Ge2ELCqk/s320/funny9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCKhMFannI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fNjpT1NI_vY/s1600-h/funny8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278371066062478962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCKhMFannI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fNjpT1NI_vY/s320/funny8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCKWJHgpSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/CwJHy8QFz-g/s1600-h/funny7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278370876287395106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCKWJHgpSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/CwJHy8QFz-g/s320/funny7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCKNh44ayI/AAAAAAAAAJk/VsCGL4NJLy8/s1600-h/funny6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278370728318102306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCKNh44ayI/AAAAAAAAAJk/VsCGL4NJLy8/s320/funny6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCKBcgptCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-zl9tdUd6Dk/s1600-h/funny3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278370520715867170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCKBcgptCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-zl9tdUd6Dk/s320/funny3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCJ36CsK-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/0_s3sVFxgDc/s1600-h/funny2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278370356844571618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCJ36CsK-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/0_s3sVFxgDc/s320/funny2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCJr1w3dhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/X4OhMOl6mr0/s1600-h/funny1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278370149537642002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCJr1w3dhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/X4OhMOl6mr0/s320/funny1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I received these images through an e-mail. It gave me a good laugh and a sense of amazement. Hope that u guys feel the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-4967310293634423277?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/4967310293634423277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=4967310293634423277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/4967310293634423277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/4967310293634423277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-art-and-real-world-merges-together.html' title='When Art and the Real World Merges Together...'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/SUCLTnQqeGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HfxxKq2DN9M/s72-c/funny11.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-4449909882702469588</id><published>2008-12-10T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:36:56.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numerology</title><content type='html'>Numerology has existed for more than hundreds of years.Hmm...sounds like an introduction to a very long essay. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...not many people actually learn numerology and not everyone who learns numerology are accurate about it. i can assure you that i am one of a few accurate numerologists. Numerology links numbers to planets and what fortune they bring. Numerology affects birthdates,marriage dates,your car number plate,your house number,and even names. Basically anything dat involves dates,numbers and names is heavily influenced by numerology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278213544083688834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ST_7QM_DjYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7KVGBrX9D-E/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;joy n luck &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278213604939835762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ST_7TvsSqXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0ai2yHbODwg/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;mood swings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278213670678005762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ST_7XklfiAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-Sr6OyxIGVM/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smartness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278213730035859522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ST_7bBtggEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/e55sIYyQgxA/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;money and authority&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278213789347925570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ST_7eeqmzkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/wUh91BD7AaI/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;money and generosity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278213839306534850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ST_7hYxqr8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/XV1Z-ihOqtY/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing but money &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278213888608491330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ST_7kQcK10I/AAAAAAAAAIk/HNHnPGWr1s8/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wisdom beyond imagination &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278213945469339170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ST_7nkQ2hiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jtizdN-ydPk/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bad luck &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278214059519493922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ST_7uNIhxyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/g710e_jP9mE/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dual personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just the basic of numerology.There are more to these numbers than that of mentioned above.Just like astrology,various alignment of planets bring different fortune.In the same way,different combination on numbers can bring different fortune. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...for you non numerology believers..here's a small example. When the numbers 2 and 9 appear together...they spell disaster. Detailed example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9/11 - (9/2)&lt;br /&gt;This is when the towers in Ametira got busted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;27/11 - (9/2)&lt;br /&gt;This is when the mumbai blastings started if&lt;br /&gt;you people follow the news&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So dear friends...dis is just a little glimpse of the accuracy of numerology. Anyone who still doesn't believe numerology, feel free to challenge me by giving me ur bday or whatever for a brief prediction. Numerology is never wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-4449909882702469588?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/4449909882702469588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=4449909882702469588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/4449909882702469588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/4449909882702469588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2008/12/nemerology.html' title='Numerology'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ST_7QM_DjYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7KVGBrX9D-E/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-5053980694811472419</id><published>2008-12-10T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:17:30.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM TAGGED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tag-You're-It &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Tagged by Andre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1)Do you think you are hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278208687746347954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ST_21huAc7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/mUSmOELP_Nw/s320/train7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yes , I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Upload your favorite picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278208501069659202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ST_2qqS0PEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PEe2wTQE6KY/s320/train9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Why do you like that picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think that it's kinda cool &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4) When was the last time you ate pizza? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278209084531088914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ST_3Mn23HhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ILVevHE8TUc/s320/Pizza_ingredients1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Too long that I could remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The last song you listened to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Crush by david Archuleta &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What are you doing now besides this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chattin with a very good friend &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What name would you prefer besides yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Train Heartnet &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Name 5 people you wanna tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a) Andre&lt;br /&gt;b) Ying Ci&lt;br /&gt;c) Ken Lam&lt;br /&gt;d) Chew Kwang Liang&lt;br /&gt;e) Zachary &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Who is number 1? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278209996035707810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ST_4Bref06I/AAAAAAAAAHc/fDm-dH3556U/s320/andre" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Andre Ng Hong Liang.My close friend whom i call big brother.A very&lt;br /&gt;warm and friendly guy. A worthy friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Who is number 3 having a relationship with? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278210138457307426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ST_4J-Cc-SI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AqGft9BGkQQ/s320/KEN" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Zachary??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Say something about number 5 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278210505649724386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ST_4fV78m-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/KQgIiYUoB3A/s320/zac.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Loves his hair~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) How about number 2?&lt;br /&gt;Ying ci..hmm...She's a sweet friendly girl &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Who is number 4?&lt;br /&gt;Chew Kwang Liang.An atheist dude with a great&lt;br /&gt;imagination.Thinks out of the box and full of philosophies &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.. I finished this tag...Anyone got tagged copy this again and remember to put photos as mine! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-5053980694811472419?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/5053980694811472419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=5053980694811472419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/5053980694811472419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/5053980694811472419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-tagged_10.html' title='I AM TAGGED'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ST_21huAc7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/mUSmOELP_Nw/s72-c/train7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663947361702931547.post-8160539771596690022</id><published>2008-12-08T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:16:40.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason I'm blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Never have i thought dat i would open up a blog.How did dis happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A few days back, a friend of mine started her blog.Her name is Pei Sha a.k.a. Mouse Leader. lol~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways...while we were chattin online,she told me "hey...ur good in language. Why don't u blog". So...here i am, posting my first post. If it wasn't for her..i wud'n hv started blogging. Don't expect long posts from me cuz...my imagination n creativity- ZERO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277662714818300002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ST4GRuERiGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qxxL0hfJnSA/s320/sha" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's the cause of me blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my leader... i have opened a blog jus as u wished. Hope every visitor enjoys my blog. There's more to come. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To explain more bout myself,I am an anime addict. You would probably know that lookin at my profile picture and mt blog name.A brief introduction about 'Train Heartnet'. He's an assasin from the anime 'Black Cat'.He works for an organisation called 'The Chronos Number'. He is Number 13. Put together 13 and 'black cat'...U get Train's favourite saying before he murders anyone " I've come to deliver bad luck ".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663947361702931547-8160539771596690022?l=train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/feeds/8160539771596690022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663947361702931547&amp;postID=8160539771596690022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/8160539771596690022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663947361702931547/posts/default/8160539771596690022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://train-heartnet-95.blogspot.com/2008/12/reason-im-blogging.html' title='The Reason I&apos;m blogging'/><author><name>Train Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14790464718985553700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/TNZsq-zdvYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/I85ubrIy0Vc/S220/Train+Heartnet+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4IYPbTL9c/ST4GRuERiGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qxxL0hfJnSA/s72-c/sha' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
