<?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-8137748934689444768</id><updated>2011-09-10T10:47:26.395-07:00</updated><category term='Name Origin'/><category term='Loneliness'/><category term='High School'/><title type='text'>Criz' Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>It's a blog dedicated to all my thoughts and opinion on some topic. So feel free to look around if it suits you.
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Anyone who can adapt in any situations given would be survival. I'm about to embark on my study trip to UK and I have been thinking. There are people who get homesick while others adapt and live happily in a new surroundings. I have always been told by my parents that I could adapt anywhere I go and I would not be problem. That sounded great when I was young but as time goes by it seems to be a burden more than a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was 19, I was aspiring to study in Japan and start a new life there but was stopped by my parents and having to stay here as they dun want to separate with me. It sounded ridiculous back then and it still hurts till now. A great opportunity wasted but maybe it wasn't in my fate to have that chance. I still regret over this but there was nothing I could do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my uni allows me to study in UK but for a short duration of 4 months. My parents agreed to it cause I have to return to finish my degree. Some how in my view they are still a little selfish. Was it my natural ability to adapt and never return the main reason they wanna waste my chances to success ? I guess I just have to be a good boy. I can't hate them but I do have regrets. Nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that I would be strong away from my family in a foreign land and never get homesick. I'm still very convinced I can do that but now I do feel a little heavy footed to leave. I know I will be back soon but still I can't help to miss my friends, members and my Celica. It just feel different when it is really happening. I will think of everything back here when I'm at UK. Maybe it is because of all the memories and bonds that I have made. Finally, I have something to look forward to see when I come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-2080191757573023744?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/2080191757573023744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=2080191757573023744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/2080191757573023744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/2080191757573023744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2011/09/leaving-nest.html' title='Leaving the nest'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-6400945173226430320</id><published>2011-09-10T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T10:14:52.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Thinking</title><content type='html'>I've have been focusing more on my new blog and have not really posted any heavy stuff here. I never had much reader and I dun think there are still anyone reading this. However, it is my space to let out some of my feelings. I wonder anyone still reads this or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things make someone thinks deeply about his or her lives. Many thinks when they have to much free time doing nothing. Meanwhile, I have moments like that when its around midnight and I happen to hear some old emo songs. Don't get me wrong. I dun go think about emo stuffs like the end of the world but it does get me thinking about what has been happening in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight this is induced thanks to Pong Nan's (蓝奕邦) old song. It has been a while since I last thought about my life. So now I am currently single and heading to UK for studies in 9 days. I have never spent this much my hard earn money in my life on my newest precious, my Celica. My grandpa whom I didn't know much just passed away but I do miss him. I am under a curfew away from my friends and entertainments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there would be a time to reflect on my life, this would be a perfect time. Ever since puberty, I have questioned my direction in life. Often like many others, I have felt like a puppet to my parents and until now I still questioned my choice in life. Whether it is studies, lifestyle or girls. I do appear to be matured and calm in most situations but I became this way after many wrong roads taken and my experiences to a point where my best friend said I'm a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies&lt;br /&gt;When it came to studies, I have always pushed myself to succeed during my primary school years to gain rewards and to make my parents happy. As I grew older in my secondary school, I started to get average scores just to relax as I no longer see any point in it. Now in my tertiary studies, I like many others struggled in choosing my field. At the end I had no choice but to follow my dad's advice to pick up my role as the eldest of my siblings. However, I'm faced with many regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a careful guy when it came to money. I've been saving since young and hardly use much money on a daily basis. I control my eating, I dun drink, I dun smoke. Once in a while I would ask myself why couldn't I just enjoy my youth more ? At least now I finally found something I love and would spend on it; my Celica. I also dun have much friends. So, I always at home alone and my social life is in the drains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;I started dating in Secondary School and it has never been easy nor fruitful. In and out would be a good description of my love life so far. I just broken up for half a year. Everyone says it had to be done but it is just another failure in my record. I could never feel that I would be a good lover if not why I keep failing. Somehow every cell in my body yearns for someone but I couldn't find one. Maybe I'm doomed from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I dun feel like I'm going anywhere but I did make the journey and I've grown a lot. Still it may prove to be insufficient. Maybe I'm too hard on myself or maybe I'm just no good. I worry for my future. Like many great people has said,"Power and wealth means nothing when you are not happy and have no one to shared with.". What really lies ahead of me ? Only time could tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-6400945173226430320?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/6400945173226430320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=6400945173226430320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6400945173226430320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6400945173226430320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2011/09/been-thinking.html' title='Been Thinking'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-6319050866801999838</id><published>2011-09-06T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T03:15:49.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>After the incident surrounding my grandfather, I've continued my life. It was filled with 2 months of working for my dad to gain exposure and most importantly fundings for my project for my car. Now I'm half free. The term half is applied due to my curfew following the funeral which restrict me from having any fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made use of this remaining 3 weeks to prepare for my leave to UK for my studies. Well, not all that time is for UK. I did used sometime to spend with my car before I leave. Soon, it'll just be me, my car and UK stuffs. Then, I will have 1 week for my farewell with my friends. Just gotta make everything fit into these 3 weeks and it will be time for my UK adventures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-6319050866801999838?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/6319050866801999838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=6319050866801999838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6319050866801999838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6319050866801999838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2011/09/busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-3996072040195401420</id><published>2011-06-13T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:12:19.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Collaboration</title><content type='html'>Last Friday was another regular TT with the guys from Celica Club Malaysia and as usual there would be a convoy. Just before the convoy began, they decided that later that night, there would be a drag session. As my car is still in the workshop, I went there in my friend's manual Celica and I had to sit in the rear as he brought his brother in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to try sitting in the rear seats for once to feel the comfort of the seat as many have complained about my rear seats being too hard. My friend's ride is more towards the soft side and it was comfortable as long as I don't try to look to the back. Soon we head to an unknown place that has a very wide, long and new road. Perfect for drag use and we were joined by a small R35 gang and some mixture of 2 Honda Civic Type R Euro (one Mugen), 1 Subaru Impreza Version 9 and 1 Mitsubishi Evo 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This time, only the big and powerful car including the one Turbo Celica and NOS Celica dragged. It was a rare sight especially a Top Secret R35. After that, I experienced another new feeling. My members have always told me the vast difference in power between an auto and a manual Celica but I didn't mind that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That night, I experienced the full power of a Celica as my friend keeps revving his car and accelerate like there is no tomorrow. I have never felt that much torque from a Celica and I was just mesmerized. All he needs is a stiffer suspension and my neck hurts a lot from the jerking and rear seats. I really fell in love with the manual and its power. Too cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b2Xz_QB7EGU/TfXwguCOUII/AAAAAAAAAWs/XvNJ5HWOn2M/s1600/topsecret-supergtr-003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b2Xz_QB7EGU/TfXwguCOUII/AAAAAAAAAWs/XvNJ5HWOn2M/s320/topsecret-supergtr-003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LCAaOEsHpYE/TfXufWqkQ3I/AAAAAAAAAWk/mNgS-QliXB0/s1600/3659200253_bedda86a4c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LCAaOEsHpYE/TfXufWqkQ3I/AAAAAAAAAWk/mNgS-QliXB0/s320/3659200253_bedda86a4c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5AXmQbZDJJI/TfXugCrq-uI/AAAAAAAAAWo/yoWN9WC-qCo/s1600/IMG00162-20100416-1537.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5AXmQbZDJJI/TfXugCrq-uI/AAAAAAAAAWo/yoWN9WC-qCo/s320/IMG00162-20100416-1537.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-3996072040195401420?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/3996072040195401420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=3996072040195401420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3996072040195401420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3996072040195401420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2011/06/big-collaboration.html' title='Big Collaboration'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b2Xz_QB7EGU/TfXwguCOUII/AAAAAAAAAWs/XvNJ5HWOn2M/s72-c/topsecret-supergtr-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-855705375490662169</id><published>2011-06-09T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T09:54:47.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabah Trip</title><content type='html'>I was in Sabah during the past weekend and it was my first time there. Normally people would head to the beaches of Sabah and enjoy some sea activities but my trip there with my family is more of a relaxing nature. First place I visited was the mountains. I didn't climb the mountain but i reached some distance up similarly to Gohtong Jaya of Genting Highlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in a 4 star motel on the mountain. It was so cold that there is no air conditioner needed but surrounded with quite a view. On the mountain I went to a natural hot spring site and climbed the tall canopy bridges available there. The water was great and the view of the mountain and its trees were amazing. 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I saw the different houses of different tribes of the natives and took part in some activities. I think the photo speaks for itself. The rest of the day were just relaxing stay at the hotel where I slept a lot all the time. 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On the second week, I spent my time with cars. I serviced my car on Monday, serviced my bro's car and talk to my mechanic about my new car project on Tuesday and serviced my first car and left my car for the project. It really was non-stop busying with many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be on a flight to Sabah for vacation. Really have no expectation of what I will see there but time for rest and relax I guess. I will be gone for 4 days and 3 nights and I don't think anyone will be looking for me but I had to miss the TT with my Celica buddies tomorrow night. There will be more TT, so I'm not too sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there is one good news though. It was said that my results would be out in July but I received mail that says I'm accepted for the exchange. It is surprising to get that this early as it is only the beginning of June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-2284270884364429022?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/2284270884364429022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=2284270884364429022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/2284270884364429022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/2284270884364429022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2011/06/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-5722916040273534686</id><published>2011-05-27T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T02:50:43.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams Over</title><content type='html'>After a long month of gruesome studying for exams, it has finally come and gone and I welcome the arrival of 4 months long of summer holiday with open arms. No more staying home all day to study or eating minimal just to survive or studying till 3 a.m. or only sleeping for 8 hours instead of as long as I want. I'm finally free to enjoy myself for 2 months until July where my results would be announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my results would be released, I would have information whether did I make the minimum to go to UK and whether do I need to go back in August for re-sit but until then, I will work hard to earn money to finance my current car modification project and increase my savings. So, as usual, I won't think about it until that day comes. I'm just gonna focus on enjoying my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I finished my exams on Tuesday, I watched movie on Tuesday evening, went to Sunway to see cars and Mid Valley for arcade gaming then farewell gathering with my Uni mates on Wednesday, had dinner plus mahjong with high school friends to welcome back a friend from USA and tonight I will be meeting with Celica Club for a TT session. Tomorrow night I will attend a friend's birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already lined up activities to celebrate the end of my exams. The only problem is my finance as plans for a week long is drying my wallet. However, I do enjoy myself. So what the hell. So, to all my Uni mates, Happy Summer Holidays and see you when I see you again as some will be going to work in US and some will exchange to other campuses. Peace out !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-5722916040273534686?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5722916040273534686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=5722916040273534686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5722916040273534686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5722916040273534686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2011/05/exams-over.html' title='Exams Over'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-5103423635294595166</id><published>2011-04-27T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T07:32:16.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Experience</title><content type='html'>Ever since I graduated from a Japanese Language School and deciding to go to business school, I had been wondering what was I gonna do with my knowledge of Japanese. I thought about it and decided that teaching would be the answer. I have always wanted to teach and spread the knowledge of Japanese while earning some cash and do some easy job.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my fair experience of teaching privately one on one and wanted more. I always wanted to use it for something in my uni. Last year in my Year 1 of my degree program, a new Japanese club was established and the next chapter in my teaching career presented itself. The club was interested to start Japanese classes and I volunteered myself for the tutor position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After many meetings, the classes started and I began teaching around 45 students in a class and had a shock. It was hard to handle a class that big but the training I had from teaching privately and my knowledge on Japanese got me through it. However as many students were part of other clubs and there were many events, students stop coming to the classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was the last class after teaching for 4 months and I had 4 students. I had smaller class before but overall I was thankful for the tutor position and I enjoyed myself. I gained some new experience and met new people. Next semester I might be exchanging to UK and could not teach. Maybe when I return I could teach again. It is too bad I did not have photos of my classes but I hope to see them again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-5103423635294595166?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5103423635294595166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=5103423635294595166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5103423635294595166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5103423635294595166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2011/04/great-experience.html' title='Great Experience'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-2963235373595746079</id><published>2011-04-06T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T07:17:07.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TT with CCM</title><content type='html'>Ever since I got my recent car the Toyota Celica (access to the blog, Toyota Life), I joined the online Celica Club Malaysia (CCM) and the club has Teh Tarik (TT) sessions and occasional Convoys to various places. Usually it is all talks about our beloved Celica. I have always wanted to join them for outings but I only had the chance recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday (2nd April), I went out with 7 other Celica owners. The activities were a TT and Convoy to Putrajaya for a short photo shoot. I particularly enjoyed the ride to Putrajaya. I also enjoyed talking to the other owners for their experiences on Celica especially since 2 of them had the brake update that I wanted to do but lack of funds. However, with their experiences, I am more sure that I want the brakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed myself and look forward to the next outing. They told me about a TT + Convoy to Bukit Tinggi. If I do go, it would be my first hill road. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8a_EsDiGA_8/TZx0xU0XrjI/AAAAAAAAANY/cGfzZDiOcQg/s1600/196915_1762580702817_1188066485_31668627_2233369_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="531" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8a_EsDiGA_8/TZx0xU0XrjI/AAAAAAAAANY/cGfzZDiOcQg/s640/196915_1762580702817_1188066485_31668627_2233369_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-2963235373595746079?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/2963235373595746079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=2963235373595746079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/2963235373595746079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/2963235373595746079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2011/04/tt-with-ccm.html' title='TT with CCM'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8a_EsDiGA_8/TZx0xU0XrjI/AAAAAAAAANY/cGfzZDiOcQg/s72-c/196915_1762580702817_1188066485_31668627_2233369_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-6926426410633642165</id><published>2011-03-31T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:11:00.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunkasai</title><content type='html'>After weeks of preparation, finally the Bunkasai came and went away. It was very tiring handling both my responsiblities as performance manager and butler for the Maid and Butler Cafe, Daten Cafe. I was there from 7.30 a.m. to 6 p.m. moving around and standing. I end up sweating a lot and my tight shoes caused my leg to be swollen. Overall it was tiring but fun at the same time. I met with a lot of new co-workers and happy with the result. Although there are many rooms for improvement but as this was a first time it was not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some photo from the event .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8hJVQS0fdsc/TZQow8bf9FI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BhqqNzugzbg/s1600/198980_1759773227521_1034755631_1873468_3314142_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8hJVQS0fdsc/TZQow8bf9FI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BhqqNzugzbg/s320/198980_1759773227521_1034755631_1873468_3314142_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o_lLqs45vjQ/TZQozRrWP6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/jot60qmH0XQ/s1600/200137_1759774707558_1034755631_1873471_7793778_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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As the old saying goes, all good things must come to an end. So, I will come here once in a while just to let out some of my negative energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way I've turned my passion for cars into something else. I have seen many people who have blogs dedicated to their rides and discuss about it. Then it hit me. I should do the same too. Tell the world or at least record my history with cars and also discuss what's latest in the car industry. So, I started a new blog. toyotaforme.blogspot.com. That's where my new beginning starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit my new blog if you are interested. For those, who have no interest in cars, I'll understand. I won't judge you if you don't pay a visit. The link is available at the right corner under "My Blog List". Just click it and you'll be there. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-5735609543997347799?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5735609543997347799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=5735609543997347799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5735609543997347799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5735609543997347799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-6945068924197775271</id><published>2011-03-13T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T10:10:15.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>やらなきゃ</title><content type='html'>今、やるべき事は大切な物事に集中するだけだ。その物事は：&lt;br /&gt;１）勉強：俺はイギリスに転校したい。だから、１年間の学平均点を５５点以上取らなきゃ。&lt;br /&gt;２）サークル：日本クラブが３月に文化祭を行う。色々な準備をしなきゃ。&lt;br /&gt;３）付き合い：しばらく独身生活を楽しむ。日本とイギリスへ行きたいから、彼女なんかいらない。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;だから、集中しなきゃ。ゲーリー、頑張ろう！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-6945068924197775271?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/6945068924197775271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=6945068924197775271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6945068924197775271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6945068924197775271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_13.html' title='やらなきゃ'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-5654138083525997911</id><published>2011-03-12T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T13:01:29.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>寂しい</title><content type='html'>今の生活はつまらないんだ。しかし、それよりも中身が空いてると感じる。&lt;br /&gt;何をする気もなかなか出ないんだ。どうすれば良いのか？俺はよく自分を&lt;br /&gt;聞いた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;実は今の俺はロボット見たいんだ。自分が好きな事が出来なくって、嫌いな&lt;br /&gt;事をやってるばかりだ。特に音楽だ。この前に、自分が初めての歌う&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;パフォーマンスのビデオを見たばかりだ。あの時の俺は今もう失った。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;前のピアノの先生が言ってた。俺は才能があるんだって。だから、諦めないで。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;しかし、今の俺はもうほとんどピアノが弾けなくなった。これは本当に残念だ。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;自分の事で&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;怒ってる。家族と父の会社のため、自分のお好みと趣味と才能を&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;全部捨てた。もう自分を失った俺は何の方向もない。何故他人を喜ばせて、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;自分を犠牲にするか？大人になるのは難しいんだ。何故子供みたい悩みなど&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;なくて、生活を過ごせるか？誰か教えてくれる？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-5654138083525997911?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5654138083525997911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=5654138083525997911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5654138083525997911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5654138083525997911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_12.html' title='寂しい'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-2750143439161157566</id><published>2011-03-12T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T12:41:12.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>突然</title><content type='html'>俺は久しぶりにここに寄って来た。突然に何かを書いたいんだけだ。&lt;br /&gt;彼女と別れた影響かな？あれは１ヶ月前の事だった。あれからずっと寂しいんだ。&lt;br /&gt;こういう時に彼女の事をよく考えて、悲しいんだ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;彼女にとって俺は冷たくて、酷い奴だ。しかし、彼女は俺の痛みが見えないんだ。&lt;br /&gt;別れてから、俺は全然嬉しくない。そして、生活もだんだんつまらなくなる。学校で&lt;br /&gt;彼女に会っても無視されてる。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一緒にいた時の１年間の思い出は決して忘れないけど、思い出したくない。何故なら、&lt;br /&gt;自分の失敗しか見えない。俺も彼女とずっと一緒にいたいけど、今は無理だ。&lt;br /&gt;「早く彼女を忘れた方が良い」ってよく言われてる。その気持ちは分かってるけど、&lt;br /&gt;そう簡単に忘れるもんか？　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今は彼女と友達になって欲しいんだけだ。お願いだ。許してくれ。これは君の幸せ&lt;br /&gt;のためだ。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-2750143439161157566?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/2750143439161157566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=2750143439161157566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/2750143439161157566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/2750143439161157566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='突然'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-5733029117425887048</id><published>2010-07-10T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T01:29:43.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right or Wrong</title><content type='html'>Since the beginning of time, people have been troubled by many questions and queries. No matter where you are from or what language you speak, people are constantly troubled by what is right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Everything you do consists of choices you are going to make and when considering what to do you will always come to this question: Is this right or wrong ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many definition of what is right and wrong is depending on what angle do you look at something.&amp;nbsp;For example, in a religious viewpoint, things that you decide on are considered right when it does not go against the teachings of that particular religion. Some was wondering whether is that really enough to based your decision on religious values ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, another way is by following footsteps of family members. For example, a boy that just graduated from high school begins exploring his choices for tertiary education. Some might follow their passion, interest and strong suit. Some might just follow what their parents are doing career wise. However, is it considered wrong when you dun choose something your parents want you to choose ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peer pressure is always in the way of deciding what is right or wrong. In the year 2010, teens might think that those who give in to peer pressures are lame or that this problem doesn't exist anymore as teens are smarter nowadays. Well whether you like it or not, it's still here not just with teens but even adults. What your peers are doing may be the right thing and some times not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many way, one thing is considered right by one party and considered wrong by the others. Luckily, an era where things are no longer right or wrong came to exist. That is subjectivity. Nowadays, everything is considered to be subjective. Thus, there is more than just whether it is right or wrong. &amp;nbsp;Other things should be considered too when making a decision. For example, the consequences of taking one action.&lt;br /&gt;How would your decision affect others ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever someone asked me whether is this right or wrong, I can't help but get a little frustrated by why is everyone so obsessed with whether is it right or wrong ? &amp;nbsp;I prefer to decide by analyzing what my decision would do and most importantly how it make me feel. If doing the "right" thing doesn't make you feel "good" then is there a point ? However, we can't just based on how we feel because what we feel don't really make it a good reason to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, there is a need to consider many things that might lead back to following your parents' footsteps since they have been through it all. During my graduation from high school, I've learned that things are not as easy as right or wrong but consist of many other factors. So, stop obsessing with what's right and just decide and go through life by thinking what's best for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-5733029117425887048?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5733029117425887048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=5733029117425887048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5733029117425887048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5733029117425887048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2010/07/right-or-wrong.html' title='Right or Wrong'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-1353873430761949222</id><published>2010-07-10T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T00:33:27.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new direction</title><content type='html'>Those who watch Glee on Star World channel 711 every Wednesday night should be familiar with the term "New Direction". For those who doesn't watch Glee, new direction is the name of the main characters' glee club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you guys reading my blog or what's left of my readers, must be wondering what does New Direction have to do with my blog ? Maybe some will think that I'm gonna talk about the show "Glee". Well, I think that's a little late isn't it ? Since the finale of season 1 already aired. So, I'm not gonna write about that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the 2nd term Parents Day held at my siblings' high school. I went to that school too during my high school years. While I was there I stayed for a while and talked to my ex-mandarin teacher and we talked about young teens and their problems especially what I had and she make me feel like talking about some topics and immediately I thought about my old abandoned blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, new direction means this blog will be stirred and directed into a new direction. This means instead of writing about what I experienced during my day like my blog used to or like most blogs out there, this blog will be filled with topics not related to my daily life but might be useful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-1353873430761949222?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/1353873430761949222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=1353873430761949222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/1353873430761949222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/1353873430761949222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-direction.html' title='new direction'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-5557179684456546240</id><published>2009-11-08T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:21:01.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>Today I was force to cut my beauty sleep short when my mum called me this morning. We were supposed to go out for brunch at 12 p.m but she called me at 10 a.m. She said her friend ask our family out for lunch so we had a plan-change. After I got ready, my mum told me that we were going to eat at Hard Rock Cafe.&amp;nbsp;I was excited as I wanted to eat western cuisine last night but instead I ate korean. (by the way I hate korean cuisine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was inside the facility, the interior was exactly like the name of the place. ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;There were tons of posters and musical instrument on the walls of the establishment. Furthermore there is a stage there with a full set of drums and keyboards. It was awesome. However, when it was time to order I was at a lost. I dunno what to order as most of the items on the menu is beef and I can't take beef but I saw something interesting and ordered it. When it came, I knew I made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered the Twisted Mac, Chicken and Cheese. For those who have no idea what is it, it's actually macaroni and cheese with chicken fillets. The only difference is that their macaroni is shaped like curly fries you can get in A&amp;amp;W restaurants. The mac is nicely blend with the strong yet sweet, cheese sauce and chicken fillet that is grilled to perfection while I stole fries from my brother which was superb. I haven't had such an extravagant meal in a long time as my whole family is on diet thanks to Herbalife. I'm really, truly thankful for this meal. Two thumbs up !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame I dun have any photos to share with you all. Sorry ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-5557179684456546240?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5557179684456546240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=5557179684456546240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5557179684456546240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5557179684456546240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/11/satisfaction.html' title='Satisfaction'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-7030346900890708792</id><published>2009-10-22T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:55:22.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta buck up !</title><content type='html'>Last night I witnessed the first event of the music society of my Uni. It was an event called "Spotlight".&lt;br /&gt;It was a open jamming night where people gather and share their passion and skills in music.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a lot bands performing but only a few were good. My personal favorite is the 3 person band that did a rock cover or Lady GaGa's "Poker Face". The arrangement was good and everyone in the band were playing in harmony. Besides that, I realised that there are a lot of good drummers in Uni which made me felt that my drumming skills could not stand anywhere near them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I know I have to do Business in Uni, I felt that since I couldn't there's much of me to be able to do in music. So, I kinda left out my practice and didn't care much. After witnessing Spotlight, I got my music fire burning. It's time for me to keep fighting on in music.So,&amp;nbsp;I gotta practice more whenever I got the time. &amp;nbsp;I can't let my skills go to waste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-7030346900890708792?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/7030346900890708792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=7030346900890708792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/7030346900890708792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/7030346900890708792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/10/gotta-buck-up.html' title='Gotta buck up !'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-3160410434439725191</id><published>2009-10-16T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:06:50.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoom Zoom !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight I went over to my friend's house to hang out. When I reached Sg. Long on my way back, there was a bright light coming from behind me. I glanced at my side mirror and it looked like a Ferrari. In my mind I was impressed that a owner of a Ferrari lives around me. However, when that car came up from my right side, I could make out that it wasn't a Ferrari but a Lamborghini Gallardo. I didn't recognized it at first because its mighty roar couldn't be heard from behind me. As soon as it reached my side, it began accelerating and that's when I heard its long awaited roar and it zoom far until I couldn't see it anymore. I could feel my car shake from the effects of the Lambo's accelerating. What a thrill man. I called my friend, Guo Hao immediately to tell him about this incident. Here's some photo of a Lamborghini Gallardo for those who have no idea what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/StiX5sA37AI/AAAAAAAAAII/-8-TCNP4pVY/s1600-h/lamborghini-gallardo-lp-560-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/StiX5sA37AI/AAAAAAAAAII/-8-TCNP4pVY/s320/lamborghini-gallardo-lp-560-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/StiYhx0RGFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/70oZjL5Ax14/s1600-h/lamborghini-gallardo-lp560412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/StiYhx0RGFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/70oZjL5Ax14/s320/lamborghini-gallardo-lp560412.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/StiZUI6isEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WujoFPiNFAk/s1600-h/white-lamborghini-murcielago-lp640-doors-open.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/StiZUI6isEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WujoFPiNFAk/s320/white-lamborghini-murcielago-lp640-doors-open.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/8137748934689444768-3160410434439725191?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/3160410434439725191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=3160410434439725191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3160410434439725191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3160410434439725191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/10/zoom-zoom.html' title='Zoom Zoom !!'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/StiX5sA37AI/AAAAAAAAAII/-8-TCNP4pVY/s72-c/lamborghini-gallardo-lp-560-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-8154047301895557166</id><published>2009-10-14T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T07:41:13.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to normal ...</title><content type='html'>After few days of working the elder one of the 2 maids left because her husbands does not like to have her work at my house. Now, after almost 2 weeks of working, the remaining one finally "resigned" and now there's no maid left working for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum said, "Everything's back to normal now". &lt;br /&gt;I asked,"Did we lose anything ?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't care less when she say we lose nothing. So what she left ? It's not like she was a big impact on our life and she didn't did much of a good work anyway. However, it's good that things are back to normal. There will be no one touching my stuffs. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-8154047301895557166?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/8154047301895557166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=8154047301895557166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/8154047301895557166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/8154047301895557166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to normal ...'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-3895405881597935221</id><published>2009-10-12T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T06:58:15.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in a blue Moon</title><content type='html'>I found out that I was out of t-shirts when I came out of the showers this morning.&lt;br /&gt;So I put on one of my button-up shirts that I've not worn in some time along with jeans.&lt;br /&gt;I tucked my shirt in as I dislike shirts that exceeds my waist by a lot. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't think much about what I'm wearing and I headed to Uni. When I fetched my classmate he commented on my wardrobe and asked why was I all dressed up. I told him about my dilemma this morning an cleared things up. The whole day I was at Uni everyone asked me the same question about  what I was wearing. Can't a guy occasionally dresses differently ? Haha. You can't possibly think that I'm just a t-shirt and jeans guy ? You don't see me asking you guys about what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;So once in a blue moon I might dressed up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-3895405881597935221?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/3895405881597935221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=3895405881597935221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3895405881597935221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3895405881597935221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/10/once-in-blue-moon.html' title='Once in a blue Moon'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-1780509218513765632</id><published>2009-10-01T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T02:23:52.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addition</title><content type='html'>Last night when I came home from Uni, my sis told me that my mum hired 2 maids from Myanmar.&lt;br /&gt;It was so sudden and now I live with them. I thought that the new maids would be lessen my mother's burden with housework. So, I thought it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I reached home today, my mum told me that they cleaned my room. I went to my room and it was clean but they mess up my arrangement of stuffs especially in the toilet. Everything was misplaced. I got upset and told my mum. She said if I dun like it den I have to clean it on my own. I dun see anything wrong about complaining since she is paying them to work. Plus before they came I clean my own room anyway. So, it doesn't make any difference. Now I realized that everything would not be the same. What a fuss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-1780509218513765632?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/1780509218513765632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=1780509218513765632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/1780509218513765632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/1780509218513765632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-addition.html' title='New Addition'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-5368950710603003646</id><published>2009-09-28T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:30:35.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Chapter</title><content type='html'>After almost 3 months of deserting my blog, I'm finally updating it. First of all, it's presented in a brand new template.&lt;br /&gt;Just a plain makeover for the blog so that it won't be too boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 3 months I've been enjoying a long relaxing summer break from Uni and now I'm back to Uni to begin Semester 1 of my foundation studies. The first day of the new sem is coincidentally similar to the first day of last sem: Boring.&lt;br /&gt;It started with a 3 hour long IT module and then 1 hour queuing just to pay my fees. After that followed by a boring induction that revolves around topics covered when I first enter this Uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah~~~. Even after school I seem to be unable to find anything fun to do even with all my free time. Uni is totally boring.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day and I have to go school again. Let's hope it's not gonna be another boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's nice is to be reunited with my Uni friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. my classmate now rents my previous house in Sg Long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-5368950710603003646?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5368950710603003646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=5368950710603003646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5368950710603003646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5368950710603003646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-chapter.html' title='New Chapter'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-6084548326841047130</id><published>2009-06-26T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:54:56.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SkSMxyL_jjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7SHYnclr9UY/s1600-h/MJ004.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/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SkSMxyL_jjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7SHYnclr9UY/s320/MJ004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351557044136545842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SkSMxjPwzHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dJ0fRzG6LWA/s1600-h/Smooth_criminal_video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SkSMxjPwzHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dJ0fRzG6LWA/s320/Smooth_criminal_video.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351557040125824114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SkSMxYqp6rI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zokU_1H2WTo/s1600-h/michael_jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SkSMxYqp6rI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zokU_1H2WTo/s320/michael_jackson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351557037285829298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SkSMxPUUn_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/TogoadRDL_I/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SkSMxPUUn_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/TogoadRDL_I/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351557034776240114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the King of Pop leave us. It was indeed a shock to the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;He was crowned the King of Pop for a reason. When he was still breathing, he presented us with great hits and dance moves that greatly inspire musicians and dancers all around the world. Example of his famous hits are Thriller, Beat It, Smooth Criminal, Heal the World, Black or White, Mirror Man, and many more. &lt;br /&gt;Another thing that was famous about him was his Moonwalk and 90 degree lean. &lt;br /&gt;He was one of the singers whose name I knew when I was very young. His death was really surprising and it has saddenned alot of people in this world including me.&lt;br /&gt;However, there are alot of people that dispises him because of recent child molesting trials against him. People fell that he is a sicko and is not worth to be worshipped after his death but I think that as a performer and singer, what's important is what has he achieved in the music industry. He has achieved alot with his talent and gave the community alot. As an aspiring musician I truly respect and worship him for his musical talent. People can say alot of things about him but in my heart he is forever more the King of Pop and no one can ever replace him. May he rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-6084548326841047130?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/6084548326841047130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=6084548326841047130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6084548326841047130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6084548326841047130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/06/legend.html' title='Legend'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SkSMxyL_jjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7SHYnclr9UY/s72-c/MJ004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-5702295215093653137</id><published>2009-06-21T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:00:46.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Sightings</title><content type='html'>While I was on my way out for lunch today, I saw a team of sports car from Singapore and Johore. There were literally around 6 cars running the fast lane together in a row near the Tasik Selatan LRT station. I was so excited to see all those modified car. There were around 3 Mitsubishi Evolutions; red, green and orange, 1 grey Lexus IS250/Toyota Altezza, 1 grey Honda S2000 and 1 orange Nissan Skyline GTR R34. For a sports car enthusiast, it was a great sight. I especially enjoyed the sighting of the Honda S2000 as I have never seen one on the street before. On another sighting on the same day, I saw a grey Mazda RX-8. I guess everyone goes out on Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;I've been rushing a puzzle for my dad. I hope I'll make it before the day ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-5702295215093653137?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5702295215093653137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=5702295215093653137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5702295215093653137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5702295215093653137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-sightings.html' title='Great Sightings'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-6141582766980028916</id><published>2009-06-09T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:03:32.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca Gathering</title><content type='html'>Once again it's June and it's time for my high school reunion/gathering. Instead of a dinner for gathering, the organizing commitee suggested a road trip to Malacca on Saturday. That morning, my alarm didn't ring and I was late. So, I raced out the house to Swin Yee's house where we had to meet up at. When everyone reached, we departed. We drove there in 2 cars; Xue Ying's City and Swin Yee's Myvi. I sat Xue Ying's car with her bf and her. There's a long jam and accidents happened. A poor brand new C-Class was hit, with its bumper dented in the middle. I bet the fixing fee is gonna be HUGE. Because of the jam, we reached in the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first spot we went to was the Eye of Malaysia. After that, we went to Jonker Walk for lunch a.k.a. the first meal of the day. I didn't eat with the rest cause I can't take spicy food and they were eating assam laksa. We went sightseeing around Malacca's historical sites. We took alot of photos courtesy of Kenneth's BIG Camera.&lt;br /&gt;But soon, the 3 of us felt like there's nothing more to do in Malacca. So, we decided to head home. The whole day was very hot but it was great being able to meet with some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos are all here:- http://www.facebook.com/album.php?page=5&amp;aid=98449&amp;id=532741890#/album.php?page=4&amp;aid=98449&amp;id=532741890&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-6141582766980028916?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/6141582766980028916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=6141582766980028916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6141582766980028916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6141582766980028916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/06/malacca-gathering.html' title='Malacca Gathering'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-3488083090695533297</id><published>2009-06-09T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:47:15.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday my friend from Japanese school invited me go out for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Kim Gary's in Mid Valley. When I reached there I went completely frozen.&lt;br /&gt;I can't speak any Japanese at that moment but soon speak normally later. I guess it's been a while since I speak to a Japanese. We all talked about what's happening in our lives. Suddenly, one of my friends ask me to spell something in Japanese Chinese writings. I totally went blank as I haven't wrote Japanese Chinese writing in ages. Then, we started asking each other to spell words. In conclusion, I gotta revise and it's really nice to be able to speak to a Japanese once in while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-3488083090695533297?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/3488083090695533297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=3488083090695533297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3488083090695533297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3488083090695533297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/06/japanese.html' title='Japanese'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-574036540152918729</id><published>2009-05-25T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T06:43:43.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner and Pest</title><content type='html'>Tonight I had one of the worst dinner. I went to get some rice from the rice cooker and when I reach to grab the thing to scoop rice, a lizard jump out from the holder and into the rice. It was swimming and trying to get out of it. After that, it got out but hid behind some other appliances. I was in rage and went looking for a knife to end its life as I hate lizards and despise them. However, I calm down and drop the knife. My dinner wouldn't be complete without rice. So, I decided to cook myself a bowl of Maggi Mee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the water was boiled, I put the noodle in and that's when I realised that there were ants crawling inside the noodle. Although it was a new packet but ants were crawling all over the inside of the package. Damn. Another pest in my way. &lt;br /&gt;The noodle was washed and recooked. Only after that, could I have my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;This really sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-574036540152918729?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/574036540152918729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=574036540152918729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/574036540152918729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/574036540152918729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/05/dinner-and-pest.html' title='Dinner and Pest'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-5890754844785353938</id><published>2009-05-23T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T08:00:44.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Laptop</title><content type='html'>Recently with excess need of using my laptop for school work, I've realised that my 4years old laptop is seriously inefficient. It's slow, always lagging, and also full of viruses. Although this is due to my poor usage of laptop but I seriously think I am in need of a new laptop in order to survive in foundation. In order to get my hands on a new laptop, I need cash but where am I suppose to get it ? &lt;br /&gt;With my current savings, I could only afford brands like Compaq, Acer or Dell but it's better than my current laptop. I hope my friend could help me find something that's cheap, nice and fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-5890754844785353938?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5890754844785353938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=5890754844785353938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5890754844785353938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5890754844785353938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/05/damn-laptop.html' title='Damn Laptop'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-4429873822227279002</id><published>2009-05-16T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T02:41:53.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Today</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to Times Square to join my friends after my basketball session. At first I was really tired but when I saw &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;, I became really wide awake. I hurried down there to get closer to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt; as soon as I finished applying for postpaid services.&lt;br /&gt;When I got closed to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;, I can't help but feeling the urge to take photos and touch &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt; was simply magnificient. I can't help but keep admiring &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ITs&lt;/span&gt; great body and paint. I really wish I could own &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;. As much as I like to stare at &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt; for the whole day, I had to leave. I was forced to say goodbye to the beauty known as Nissan GT-R R35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to Jusco Cheras Selatan to watch Angels &amp;amp; Demons staring Tom Hanks. The reason why I didn't watch at Times Square was because the movie was all sold out. However, there wasn't any lines at Jusco Cheras Selatan. So I watched it there with my friends. The movie was awesome. Really exciting and dark but I prefer the Da Vinci Code more as the story and history facts is much more interesting. After the movie, I sent my friends home. On the way, I received a call from Kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it had to be another mahjong session coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 9 something, the mahjong kakis arrived. I greeted them in my pyjamas. After a few hours of mahjong, I lose alot. I think it's because of the pyjamas and my friends will agree with this statement. Later, we went out at ate at a mamak stall.&lt;br /&gt;The winner was going to spend us. So, I ordered some and went home after that. I slept straight away as soon as I reached home. Yesterday was really a hectic day for me. I was really wiped out but it was a fun day. I got no regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-4429873822227279002?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/4429873822227279002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=4429873822227279002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/4429873822227279002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/4429873822227279002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/05/cool-today.html' title='Cool Today'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-5086030651631457142</id><published>2009-05-11T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:20:13.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SghCHScwYPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/thXdIOOcv5o/s1600-h/n1020183167_439338_1336087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SghCHScwYPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/thXdIOOcv5o/s320/n1020183167_439338_1336087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334586451599319282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SghCHVZwdFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2mf9bi9ZCK0/s1600-h/n1020183167_439399_912659.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/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SghCHVZwdFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2mf9bi9ZCK0/s320/n1020183167_439399_912659.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334586452392047698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SghCHF4Td8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/TlPI8STTZt0/s1600-h/n1020183167_439365_3749660.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/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SghCHF4Td8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/TlPI8STTZt0/s320/n1020183167_439365_3749660.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334586448225204162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SghCHLW83GI/AAAAAAAAAHI/H7nmdkWZAFA/s1600-h/n1020183167_439396_603774.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/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SghCHLW83GI/AAAAAAAAAHI/H7nmdkWZAFA/s320/n1020183167_439396_603774.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334586449695923298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SghCG3eQV_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/YfangwTMysg/s1600-h/n1020183167_439400_6855867.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/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SghCG3eQV_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/YfangwTMysg/s320/n1020183167_439400_6855867.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334586444357851122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday night, I've helped celebrate my friend, Guo Hao a.k.a Wallace's birthday. It was the first celebration with my uni friends. I dunno what to talk much about this so I'll let the photos tell you everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-5086030651631457142?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5086030651631457142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=5086030651631457142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5086030651631457142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5086030651631457142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/05/1st-celebration.html' title='1st Celebration'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SghCHScwYPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/thXdIOOcv5o/s72-c/n1020183167_439338_1336087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-1819387140723178702</id><published>2009-05-06T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:39:48.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxation</title><content type='html'>Finally I'm free from presentation for a while. After having 2 days of presentation, I took a rest today. I went to the sports complex for a lil basketball, squash, badminton and swimming. I know it sounds tiring but it's the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;It's actually really relaxing especially the swimming part. Surrounded by water, I felt the stress wash away. It was surprising when I saw my friend Jesslyn fetch Shu Ni, my junior from high school, to my uni. It has been a long time since I last saw her. Although it's really relaxing then, now I feel damn tired. Haha. So much irony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-1819387140723178702?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/1819387140723178702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=1819387140723178702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/1819387140723178702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/1819387140723178702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/05/relaxation.html' title='Relaxation'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-4075579607465399228</id><published>2009-04-25T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:27:41.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with flu</title><content type='html'>Just after a week of Uni and I've already fallen ill. I caught the cold on Friday night. I was fine the whole day and I suddenly caught it. I spend my whole Saturday&lt;br /&gt;staying in bed resting. I had teary eyes and running nose for the whole day. I ate a lot of different types of medicine. It was damn uncomfortable. This morning I woke up with a major headache but my flu was better. I went to the doctor on my mum's order. I have to eat 5 kinds of medicine which tasted horrible. I really hope that this medicine would relieve me of my pain fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-4075579607465399228?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/4075579607465399228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=4075579607465399228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/4075579607465399228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/4075579607465399228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/04/down-with-flu.html' title='Down with flu'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-4002147764487164252</id><published>2009-04-20T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:06:16.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day</title><content type='html'>Today was my first day of Foundation studies. I could describe it in 1 word. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BORING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;However,I created a new record today. I was late for my first class. There were no parking and I had to walk far to get to my class. This is the first in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt; being late for a first class. Man, that suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with Junn Honn to have lunch together. Later, I went to my next lecture which was Maths. Inside the room were 50 over students from BioScience, Computer Science and Business School students. All of them have that "I'm so eager to learn new things and meet new people" look on their face like small little kids. The lecture was a bore for me. I was sleepy and tired. My head was hurting and I can't wait to get out of there. Luckily, class end early. After that, I went to teach Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I went back to campus with Junn Honn to play basketball. I fell in love with the court there. The board is plastic and it's on a hill. The view was nice, air was fresh and it's cooling at night. What a nice place to build a basketball court. Despite the boring lectures, I love my Uni because of the sports facilities.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Nottingham. I gotta sleep now cause I have class early in the morning tomoro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-4002147764487164252?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/4002147764487164252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=4002147764487164252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/4002147764487164252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/4002147764487164252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/04/1st-day.html' title='1st day'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-138271663229777982</id><published>2009-04-19T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:44:12.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's starting</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday and Friday were the Orientation and Induction for my class in the University of Nottingham starting on Monday. The first day was a drag cause I had to wake up early just to do some paperwork. They wrote that its from 9.30am to 4.30pm and I thought I was gonna be that long but what they meant was that registration is opened during these hours. I reached home at 10.30am and slept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day was when all the speeches were given. Through out the whole thing I was sleepy and couldn't keep up. All I was thinking was, when is this all gonna be over. Then I walked around campus trying to familiarise with the surroundings with Junn Honn, who is also doing foundation there. What I really loved about my new school is the sports facilities there. There's basketball, tennis, squash, swimming pool, gym, football, futsal, volleyball and rugby fields/courts available. A total sport heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes starts on Monday. I'm not nervous at all cause I'm just not excited to study again. I hope everything goes well for a lazy dude like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-138271663229777982?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/138271663229777982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=138271663229777982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/138271663229777982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/138271663229777982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-starting.html' title='It&apos;s starting'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-7446107231627290978</id><published>2009-04-10T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:44:27.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PC Fair</title><content type='html'>Today's the first day of PC Fair. My brother has been waiting for this day to come for a long time. His laptop was busted and he needed a new one. So today I drove my family to get it for him as my dad's not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived around 11 something in the morning. I went to the fair while my family went to Sony Style. I wanted to check out what's there in the fair. I bumped into Tracy just when I arrived and walked around the fair together with her.&lt;br /&gt;Then later I saw Che Wei and Sean, my ICT teacher in high school working there. Although they say lots of leng lui should be there but I didn't any. Maybe my taste is just different. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is the highlight of my day. Btw, Happy Birthday to Ken Hong and Chang Yu.&lt;br /&gt;Let's play more mahjong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-7446107231627290978?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/7446107231627290978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=7446107231627290978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/7446107231627290978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/7446107231627290978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/04/pc-fair.html' title='PC Fair'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-1628377411316421316</id><published>2009-04-08T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:45:57.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those days</title><content type='html'>Every time I see those photos from that day, the memories just keep flooding in even if I don't wanna remember them. It feels like having an amnesia and I just realised what a bad person I am in the past. When I see those photos I can't help but wonder, was I happy back in those days ? Were you happy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will know. I shouldn't ask question like this. Gotta stay focus in the present for the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-1628377411316421316?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/1628377411316421316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=1628377411316421316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/1628377411316421316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/1628377411316421316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/04/those-days.html' title='Those days'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-8551150422821237440</id><published>2009-04-03T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:43:45.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Party !!</title><content type='html'>Last night was our scheduled Mahjong Night again but this time it's different from all the previous mahjong nights. It's because we had a BBQ party this time.&lt;br /&gt;All the others were told to bring the food while I supplied the grill.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since the last time I BBQ-ed with my pals.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth brought pork fillet, cucumber and green peppers while Chang Yu brought pork chops. The 3 of us started first because Xue Ying was running late. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun grilling together. There were lots of jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Xue Ying arrived with cocktail sausages and marshmallow. So, we cook some more and just eat, eat and eat. I told all of them that it would be great if we all were studying together overseas. We will always have parties like this. After all the cooking and eating, we went straight to mahjong and the rest is all history.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, all of us except Xue Ying and her bf realised that we don't have many friends cause we were missing another player and couldn't find anybody. So, rather than the usual 2 tables, this time we only have 1 table and we had to share. At least all's well ends well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you guys again in 2 weeks. Yeah !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-8551150422821237440?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/8551150422821237440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=8551150422821237440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/8551150422821237440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/8551150422821237440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/04/awesome-party.html' title='Awesome Party !!'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-3727633159905167222</id><published>2009-04-03T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:31:26.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>Recently I started using the picture slideshow screensaver for my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;You know, the one where they show pictures in your My Picture folder.&lt;br /&gt;I always turn on my laptop but just leave it there so the screensaver always come on.&lt;br /&gt;It's surprising to find out how many photos that I've forgotten about.&lt;br /&gt;Photos taken on trips or just photos with your friends. You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when they say a picture is worth a thousand words, they really meant it.&lt;br /&gt;Words might be forgotten but when you see a picture the memories just come flying back. Over the years, alot have been forgotten. It's just great to revisit my memories once in a while and it's weird seeing how you look different before.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-3727633159905167222?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/3727633159905167222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=3727633159905167222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3727633159905167222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3727633159905167222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/04/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-8996766370680662925</id><published>2009-04-02T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:31:09.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How about you ?</title><content type='html'>In science, opposite attracts. Positive(+ve) and positive. &lt;br /&gt;Negative(-ve) and negative. Whereas in maths, when you multiply a negative with a negative, it becomes positive. Both this theories not only applies to their respective subjects. It does well in the relationships between humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are looking for a friend in a new school, it's always advised to find someone who share the same interest as you do. There's the application of the Maths Theory. However in the field of love, it's always said that opposites attracts.&lt;br /&gt;People from different worlds often fall in love and believe that their love would triumph against anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which theory normally takes place when a new relationship is formed.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... What about your relationship ? Which theory is it based on ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-8996766370680662925?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/8996766370680662925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=8996766370680662925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/8996766370680662925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/8996766370680662925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-about-you.html' title='How about you ?'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-4617482834288742644</id><published>2009-03-30T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:35:36.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want it too !</title><content type='html'>March has come to an end. New semester in Universities in Japan are starting too.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my classmates from Japanese School that are going to Japan to further their studies have already left. It's good to hear that they are fulfilling what they wanna do. I wish them all the best in their new chapter in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However at the same time, I can't help but feeling envious towards them.&lt;br /&gt;Around this time last year, I too was one of them. I wanna further my studies to Japan but now I'm staying here. Well it sucks but what can I do ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good luck to all of you in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;全ての事に気をつけてね！！&lt;br /&gt;勉強に頑張れ！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-4617482834288742644?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/4617482834288742644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=4617482834288742644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/4617482834288742644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/4617482834288742644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-it-too.html' title='I want it too !'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-6493513438532719091</id><published>2009-03-22T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T08:19:50.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice and Quiet</title><content type='html'>Besides having boring chores to attend to, there's another thing that you have to do when you are staying alone and that's deciding what to eat for dinner everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I've been running out of idea and cash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went to eat in a Japanese restaurant named Kikuya near my house.&lt;br /&gt;My family has been going there for years and my mum likes to go there on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;So I figure why not. It is Sunday today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was there, only 2 tables were filled with customers. Maybe it's a quiet night for business. I was very hungry. That's why I just gobble down my food when it's served on my table. I certainly enjoyed my meal. After eating, I just sit in the restaurant drinking tea alone as the other customers have already left. Although it's lonely but I find it very relaxing and calm. I guess sometime you just need a moment to enjoy your surrounding to get away from the hectic city life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-6493513438532719091?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/6493513438532719091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=6493513438532719091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6493513438532719091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6493513438532719091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/03/nice-and-quiet.html' title='Nice and Quiet'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-3028406749122889919</id><published>2009-03-22T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T07:59:52.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I smiled =)</title><content type='html'>One of the household chores that I have been assigned with is watering the plants and grass. I have to say that that is not fun at all. I gotta water twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;It took around 20+ minutes everytime. It's such a drag. &lt;br /&gt;When at night I would listen to my PSP while watering the plants. It's filled with sad songs. Today I slept till 7pm cause of basketball in the morning and I went to water the plants straight away. So I was very blur and has mixed emotions because of the songs and that this chore is totally boring. Suddenly I looked up to the dark sky. The area that I live in always has a lot of clouds. That's it's very hard to see stars at night. However, tonight I saw quite a number of stars. Suddenly my head cleared up and I smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-3028406749122889919?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/3028406749122889919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=3028406749122889919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3028406749122889919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3028406749122889919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-smiled.html' title='I smiled =)'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-6876538811749861275</id><published>2009-03-22T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T07:34:17.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the End</title><content type='html'>It has been a week and my family will be back tomorow night. &lt;br /&gt;So what have I been doing for this past week ?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but staying at home and doing household chores left for me.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I did alot furing this week is playing basketball.&lt;br /&gt;I've been to the basketball court for 4 days. The MSSD for basketball is starting next week and there's alot of people training. Although I've graduated a long time ago, it was a real treat for me as I get to pit against different kind of players.&lt;br /&gt;Today I even get to play with students of 2007 of Suria. It's been a long time since I saw them let alone play with them. The downside about it is that I am aching everywhere. Maybe I should exercise more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-6876538811749861275?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/6876538811749861275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=6876538811749861275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6876538811749861275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6876538811749861275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-end.html' title='In the End'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-6170595368318469446</id><published>2009-03-22T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T07:27:28.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible ?</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, I held another of my usual mahjong party.&lt;br /&gt;This time food was not included and everyone have to eat before they come.&lt;br /&gt;Chang Yu arrived earliest with Kiet Yeang and Kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;Chang Yu brought along a whole salted herbal chicken from Ipoh in case he gets hungry. Everyone were too engrossed with the game and soon it was 1am.&lt;br /&gt;The winner has to treat everyone in mamak. That's why we went out to eat and he left his chicken with me. So I had it for lunch the next day. &lt;br /&gt;At first I was wondering whether can I finish one whole chicken just by myself.&lt;br /&gt;After eating like a very hungry savage I did the impossible. &lt;br /&gt;Eating a whole chicken by yourself isn't really a big task. &lt;br /&gt;I owe this chance to explore my limits to Chang Yu.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I slept right after I finished that chicken. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-6170595368318469446?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/6170595368318469446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=6170595368318469446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6170595368318469446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6170595368318469446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/03/impossible.html' title='Impossible ?'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-468758441354477316</id><published>2009-03-17T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:00:40.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Starting of today, I home alone in my big house for the whole entire week because my whole family's out for vacation in China. Wee....&lt;br /&gt;If only I have plans for the whole week. I'm just gonna rot at home all alone like I usually do and I'm stuck with all sorts of chores left for me. That's my "prize" for staying home. Sure hope something fun will hit me on my head. &lt;br /&gt;Someone please save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-468758441354477316?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/468758441354477316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=468758441354477316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/468758441354477316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/468758441354477316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/03/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-3676532675121348385</id><published>2009-03-14T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:09:41.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Necessary ?</title><content type='html'>Most of the time when you do something, people will expect an explanation about it.&lt;br /&gt;Is it really that important to have one ? Most of the time when you are asked to give one, you either have no idea what to say or have no chance to say your piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me I think this applies well for arguments. When one party ask for an explanation from the other party, most of the time they weren't given the chance to explain. For example an argument between 2 love birds. The female will ask the male to explain but she will keep scolding and say her heart out without pause.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, making the male unable to explain himself. After the whole argument, the female still expects an answer. If your the male, what would you do ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just keep quiet and take in what she's scolding me for. I have my explanation but somehow my explanation doesn't make an impact. So therefore, there's no need for it. Of course, having to swallow the blame is never a pleasant thing but there's not much choice anyway. I guess since the other party already have a mindset on the outcome there's no point in explaining anymore. You can say it's tiring to keep up with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-3676532675121348385?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/3676532675121348385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=3676532675121348385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3676532675121348385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3676532675121348385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-necessary.html' title='Is it Necessary ?'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-3205403330800505423</id><published>2009-03-04T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:46:20.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry Over</title><content type='html'>Today I went to my school to collect my JLPT results. &lt;br /&gt;I passed. 286/400. Not very impressive but I passed.&lt;br /&gt;That's what important. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-3205403330800505423?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/3205403330800505423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=3205403330800505423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3205403330800505423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3205403330800505423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/03/worry-over.html' title='Worry Over'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-7347152533821816132</id><published>2009-03-03T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T01:41:47.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry</title><content type='html'>Last night my classmate from Japanese School called to inform me that another classmate of ours got his Japanese Proficiency Test results. It was due on March but &lt;br /&gt;March just began. Never thought that it would be this quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon my teacher called me to ask me whether can she see my results since it has arrive but they wouldn't tell me my result. I'm damn worry la.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-7347152533821816132?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/7347152533821816132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=7347152533821816132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/7347152533821816132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/7347152533821816132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/03/worry.html' title='Worry'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-9055730635932324029</id><published>2009-03-01T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T01:11:26.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>Last night while I was eating with my family in Cheras Mahkota, I witnessed 2 movies on the same night. It was freaking awesome for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie 1 : A few tables beside me, there were few Indians having their dinner.&lt;br /&gt;          All of a sudden, we heard loud noises of plates falling to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;          At first, we thought it was an accident but the noises never stop. &lt;br /&gt;          The Indians were arguing and I saw one of them took a large bottle of beer&lt;br /&gt;          and knock his friend on the head and everyone was alarmed. Especially the&lt;br /&gt;          boss lady. Haha. The only interest I have is dinner. They were disrupting&lt;br /&gt;          dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Indians left, we continue to eat. When all of the sudden I heard loud revving sound. Sounded like a race was going to happen. That's movie 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie 2 : The revving continues. I looked and a jam was starting as cars filled the &lt;br /&gt;          road. There were 2 car in particular that's trying to compete to see &lt;br /&gt;          who gets to go first. In time the one who started to revved went first&lt;br /&gt;          but since the jam is still there the car did not get far. The people from&lt;br /&gt;          the car that lost both jumped out of the car and pull a parang to strike &lt;br /&gt;          car that won. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really exciting. Who would expect a dinner with your family can be fully entertaining. On the same night, Xue Ying came to look for me. I told her about what happen during dinner and she couldn't believe me. I don't blame her. What happen was so rare. Haha. Do you believe me ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-9055730635932324029?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/9055730635932324029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=9055730635932324029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/9055730635932324029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/9055730635932324029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/03/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-5451501361665717223</id><published>2009-02-25T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:08:52.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheapest</title><content type='html'>Last month I went to my high school to interview for a position there.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to teach Japanese for their co-curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;At first they say they wanted to check for response from the student.&lt;br /&gt;On the same week, they asked me back. I thought it's been decided and I got the job.&lt;br /&gt;However they wanted me to be their translator for their Japanese student exchange program. It wasn't easy helping them. They are always changing things the last minute and worst of all, they didn't pay me. Talk about cheap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later after the program, they announced to the students that they have a new club for Japanese without imforming me first. Today I went all the way back to discuss the price with them. The new headmistress wasn't profesional at all.&lt;br /&gt;I was standing in her room with 2 other teachers that have no reason to be there.&lt;br /&gt;They keep saying that I'm demanding too much. They can't even pay RM50 for each student. what kind of private school is this ? One student's school fees is Rm9100 per year and you can't spare RM50 ? This school is so f*#king cheap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-5451501361665717223?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5451501361665717223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=5451501361665717223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5451501361665717223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5451501361665717223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/02/cheapest.html' title='Cheapest'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-1029640877265982400</id><published>2009-02-16T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:37:10.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't reach</title><content type='html'>Ever watch something that you really wanted slipping away from your hands ?&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard you grab it or try to get a hold of it, you still can't reach it ?&lt;br /&gt;Even when you use every strength in your arm to grab it, you just can't.&lt;br /&gt;It's just too far away. It just keep slipping from you until it's gone into darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Then you just squat down on the floor and cry your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;You can cry all you want but no one can hear you and that thing will never come back.&lt;br /&gt;In life, you'll experience this over and over again. &lt;br /&gt;If you're lucky, you'll get used to it. &lt;br /&gt;I know I did. I got used to that sadness. &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get the feeling, I'd look at my hands. &lt;br /&gt;I no longer look at the thing slipping away. &lt;br /&gt;I begin to wonder why do my hands always let things slip away ? &lt;br /&gt;I no longer cry when that thing is gone.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are dry like the deserts in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's worst ? &lt;br /&gt;The feeling of sadness from losing something precious or not being able to cry eventhough I'm sad ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-1029640877265982400?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/1029640877265982400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=1029640877265982400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/1029640877265982400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/1029640877265982400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/02/cant-reach.html' title='Can&apos;t reach'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-7394450139216898066</id><published>2009-02-16T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:25:41.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>It's just so boring these days. Tonight I was at my room alone watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;Monday Night Laughs were on Star World. It was very family and I laughed alot.&lt;br /&gt;However suddenly I just realise that even if the show is funny, I just don't feel like laughing. The mood just isn't there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my piano but all I played were love songs. It didn't exactly help cheer me up in anyway. While I was playing the piano I would sneak a peek out my window.&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to see the moon or some stars but they weren't there. While all these were happening my laptop has been online from 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is online or chatting with me. I'm just sitting in my big,empty room, laughing at a show all by myself. What a nice way to spend my night. Luckily, "Lollipop" was online and chatted with me. Things just became less gloomier in my room. This is just Monday night. There's still many more nights left. &lt;br /&gt;How the hell am I going to get through all of them ? Someone help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-7394450139216898066?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/7394450139216898066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=7394450139216898066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/7394450139216898066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/7394450139216898066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/02/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-1852533167806674304</id><published>2009-02-14T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T05:30:31.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Valentine</title><content type='html'>My Valentine started this morning with me playing basketball like I always do on Saturdays. After that, my friend, Yik Wai suggested we go catch a movie at Leisure Mall since we've got no plans for the day. At first I was reluctant because today is Valentine's Day but I'm going out with a dude. How depressing.&lt;br /&gt;We didnt watch a movie because it was full due to the overwhelming amount of couple there today. So instead, we went to a cyber cafe nearby. So that's how I spend my Valentine's Day. I told myself I will &lt;strong&gt;NEVER EVER EVER&lt;/strong&gt; spend my future Valentine's Day in a CC with a dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that whole CC incident, I went home to chill in my room. I saw "star" online. I was very happy to chat with her. Later in the evening, I went out for dinner. I drove all the way to the Mamak where I went to with "Star" before she left. I thought I could eat my loneliness away. I planned to eat while doing some night gazing but the moon was no where in sight and neither were the stars. So sadly, I ate my dinner all alone with no companion or what so ever. Even the moon and stars were not there. I just sat there and thought of "star". After dinner, I drove on the nearby expressway cause I still have some time left. As soon as I reached home, I played 王力宏's 星期六的深夜 since the lyrics is very suitable with my situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna spend my future Valentine's Day like this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;At the end it's very ironic for a guy with the name Valentine having such a "great" Valentine's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-1852533167806674304?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/1852533167806674304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=1852533167806674304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/1852533167806674304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/1852533167806674304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-valentine.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Valentine'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-6984464895962503410</id><published>2009-02-09T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T05:46:30.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reluctantly</title><content type='html'>Over the years, some of my friends have futhered their studies overseas. &lt;br /&gt;Some in UK while one is in US and maybe some in other parts of the world.&lt;br /&gt;That maybe so but I've never once send them off at the airport and tonight is not an exception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since primary school I hated the feeling of losing a friend. I will get real sad about their absences. So if I were to send them off in the airport, I wouldn't be able to bring myself to see them enter the gate and never to be seen again. It's just unbearable for me. So please forgive me for never being there for anyone of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star, I hope all the best for you when you arrive at Australia. I'm sorry I'm not gonna see you off but it doesn't mean I dun care. There's just many things that can't be said. I hope you understand. I'll just have to remember you when I look at the dark sky or the ring. I'll never forget you. Thanks for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-6984464895962503410?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/6984464895962503410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=6984464895962503410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6984464895962503410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6984464895962503410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/02/over-years-some-of-my-friends-have.html' title='Reluctantly'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-7076299200099263336</id><published>2009-02-05T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:19:31.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When....</title><content type='html'>When I was waiting outside the restaurant with your family staring, I felt weird but excited on the inside. I'm glad to see you.&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the mall, I'm glad to be able to do something with you before you leave.&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you felling cold in the dark cinema room, I wanted to give you a hug to warm you up.&lt;br /&gt;When we reached her house and you said I probably should go home, my heart sank.&lt;br /&gt;When you were afraid of her dogs, I tried to protect you.&lt;br /&gt;When you gave me my present, I smiled from my heart. &lt;br /&gt;When I fetched you home, I drove real slowly so I could talk to you more.&lt;br /&gt;When we reached your home, I wanted to park my car and stay there with you.&lt;br /&gt;When you ask me not to speed on my way home, I happily obeyed.&lt;br /&gt;When I was driving home, I was sad because you are leaving and there's many things that I haven't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, all I could think of is to tell you I'm home and I didn't sped.&lt;br /&gt;When I look at my ring, I think of you and know how much I'm going to miss you after you leave.&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the dark sky for the moon I like, I'll look by its side to see whether are there stars as you like them.&lt;br /&gt;When you read this, what will you feel ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-7076299200099263336?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/7076299200099263336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=7076299200099263336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/7076299200099263336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/7076299200099263336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/02/when.html' title='When....'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-8495070597272914527</id><published>2009-01-15T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:38:26.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Policy</title><content type='html'>Since we were young, our parents would always plant ideas that telling the truth is very important no matter where you are or who you are. We used to beleive those stories like "The boy who cried wolf" that telling lies is not good and might cause your front teeth to fall. Those were the teachings of our forefathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grew up, we understand that sometime a white lie wouldn't hurt anyone and might be helpful in our daily lifes. We began to act according to situations. &lt;br /&gt;Some situations may forced us to lie in order to survive. Some people have even become accustom to lies that it became a part of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do we hide the truth in a factful way, we hid our deepest feelings. How long has it been since you told your mum, I love you or have you told your partner in life that everyday with you is the best. Have you expressed anything to anyone that you have always wanted to ? I guessed not. Some time it's really not that hard to be honest with your own feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I going with this ? I just feel that people nowadays are all just not honest with themselves. Whether if it's a high school graduate whose lost in what's their next chapter or a girl having a crush on a boy or a man struggling in his job searching for an exit out of his misery. Some people just wait for their surroundings to decide for them while they keep their own decision in their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been honest myself. I can't even show my care for a fellow friend who just got a new job. I wanted to congratulate her and ask about her job but instead I didn't ask a single thing. I felt useless. Why couldn't I just ask ? I really dunno why. Is it really so hard for us to be honest ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-8495070597272914527?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/8495070597272914527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=8495070597272914527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/8495070597272914527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/8495070597272914527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-policy.html' title='The Best Policy'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-7717141373658943879</id><published>2009-01-14T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:33:40.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Direction</title><content type='html'>I let my to grow during the past month and it has grown to a certain length.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't did it purposely. I just didn't have the time or mood to get it cut.&lt;br /&gt;So I just lefted it. It's only when my friend, Xue Ying say I really look like an old dude and I really gotta cut it that I realised I should get it cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I got it cut last Sunday. You can say it's my first time cutting this style.&lt;br /&gt;For me it's new and when I look in the mirror the first time I sort of didn't recognised myself. When I reached home that night, after I washed my hair I felt&lt;br /&gt;very refreshed. Maybe it's cause of its length. Shorter and less hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be thinking to much but it felt like a it meant something to me. The year 2008 has past. My year studying Japanese with my friends at IBT has past and it's time for a new chapter in my life. With this new hair, I felt my life has begun to restart for a new begining. Where to ? I'm not sure. Maybe a whole new world is waiting for me to explore. I hope I'm going in the right direction. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a lot of those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-7717141373658943879?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/7717141373658943879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=7717141373658943879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/7717141373658943879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/7717141373658943879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-direction.html' title='New Direction'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-6897569306061222878</id><published>2009-01-12T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:46:07.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A way of Living</title><content type='html'>Recently I've been lazing around at home. After graduation I have months before I enter a college. Waking up everyday in the afternoon, staying home playing games and watching television and just wasting time, relaxing. I guess you can say a guy just need to rest and relax after a hard year of studying. However it all just sums down to me being lazy that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being lazy, I remembered one of the speeches that my former classmate, Kai Wei wrote. His title was "怠け者" which translates into lazy person. In his speech he wrote that laziness is in our genes. There's no way we can go against our nature and somehow this laziness helps our world become advance. I guess not all of us would agree to these statements. I know my friend, Poni won't agree at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me being lazy is ok once in a while. After all, we all got things that we have to do. It's just that being lazy all the time has gotten to me. I'm at the point where I'm lazy even to get out of my own room. I've been neglecting house chores, my musical instrument practice and even updating my blog. Last night Poni said that my laziness is well known among my friends. I felt a little insulted but I am what she said. So, I just said ya. I felt I've lost my balance in life. I sleep too much and move less. I can't be lazy in everything. I gotta start finding my balance. I hope things would change around me but instead of waiting for things to change, I should change things myself, huh ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-6897569306061222878?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/6897569306061222878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=6897569306061222878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6897569306061222878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6897569306061222878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2009/01/way-of-living.html' title='A way of Living'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-8690487563150734428</id><published>2008-12-28T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T05:26:45.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Love</title><content type='html'>Living in a multi-racial country like Malaysia, we eaten various types of cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;For example curry. There's Chinese curry, Malay curry, Indian curry and many more.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite is of course Japanese curry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese curry has many different levels of spiciness. The least spicy one taste sweet for some people but not many people in Malaysia that likes Japanese curry.&lt;br /&gt;The reason is because all Malaysian are used to very hot curry. Ever since my first taste of Japanese curry in Japan I've been tasting every Japanese curry in Malaysia's Japanese restaurants. There are tasty ones but they still can't match the taste from Japan. However I finally found the one that could match the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I've tasted it at Kampachi,勘八 in Pavilion. It's the first time I've tasted this taste for such a long time. Not only the taste is good, the restaurant present the dish like the real deal. They gave me a cup of ice water and a spoon. &lt;br /&gt;If you eat Japanese curry in Japan, you will be given a cup of ice water and a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;The ice water is for when you can't handle the hotness. They only give a spoon cause they don't use fork. All restaurants here do not provide an extra cup of ice water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told my friend about it, she thought I was talking about my own cooking as I know how to make Japanese curry. My sister ask me to make it like Kampachi,勘八 did.&lt;br /&gt;I told her I'm not a chef. So there's no way I can do it. I really fell in love with the curry rice there. Gotta get more of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-8690487563150734428?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/8690487563150734428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=8690487563150734428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/8690487563150734428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/8690487563150734428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/12/wonderful_28.html' title='Found Love'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-6034551916738166089</id><published>2008-12-28T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T08:22:59.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahjong</title><content type='html'>When I was in still in high school, my classmates and I used to bond through games of mahjong and cards. Ever since graduation from high school, we only gathered a few times a year for some game to catch up with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Saturday morning I would head over to the basketball court to get some exercise. Yesterday while I was still at the basketball court, Kenneth, my high school classmate messaged me to invite me to another classmate, Swin Yee's house to play mahjong at Swin Yee's house. I haven't seen her for some time and I've been itching for a game of mahjong so I agreed to go to her house. All of a sudden, they changed the original plan and head to my house instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played for hours. During the games we talked about our present situations and our past together. It's been a long time since I've reminisced over our high school days.&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice. Later in the evening Chor Pin arrived bringing his gf.&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for him to introduce his gf to me since he promised to do so.&lt;br /&gt;After mahjong, we had dinner together at Station 1 in Sungai Long. It's been a really nice day for me to meet old friends. Let's do it again some time. I'll be waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-6034551916738166089?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/6034551916738166089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=6034551916738166089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6034551916738166089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6034551916738166089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/12/mahjong.html' title='Mahjong'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-6889367316412077960</id><published>2008-12-28T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T07:56:53.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SVehs_XF0lI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mFufBekr9oU/s1600-h/DSC00317.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/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SVehs_XF0lI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mFufBekr9oU/s320/DSC00317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284870482037166674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SVehsuKmkMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/B1Xw9PfZHyI/s1600-h/DSC00319.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/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SVehsuKmkMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/B1Xw9PfZHyI/s320/DSC00319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284870477421383874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the clock strucks 12, I celebrated christmas with my aunt who is the only christian among us. She got me a christmas present. It's a bracelet. I've never really wore a bracelet before. I remember someone once gave me a bracelet for my birthday. I just kept it and never wore it once but I didn't mine wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I was awaken by my mum to go eat breakfast at the hotel lobby.&lt;br /&gt;Because I stayed awake all night last night just to celebrate christmas, I'm super tired. Having no choice I went down for breakfast. Since there's nothing planned to do so I stayed in the hotel room for the whole day. Luckily, I brought my laptop along and there's internet connection. I spend the whole day watching Naruto Shippuden as there were many episodes that I've missed. What a boring way to celebrate christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna go home right now. I feel so bored and I'm wasting my time here doing nothing. Maybe I just don't wanna stay in the place that memory took place. I've already put it all behind me but by being here I've made them reappeared. This really suck. I just wish the day would just go by quickly. That way I won't have to feel the pain again. Let's go home, ok ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-6889367316412077960?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/6889367316412077960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=6889367316412077960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6889367316412077960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6889367316412077960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SVehs_XF0lI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mFufBekr9oU/s72-c/DSC00317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-2750272258874539273</id><published>2008-12-24T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T05:21:53.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>Last night I only slept for 3 hours. Why ? It's because I went home late from partying with my fellow graduates and teachers and I have to go to Penang.&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up I was really blur. I was supposed to be the one driving but my dad suddenly felt like driving. Lucky for me now that I can get some rest. &lt;br /&gt;At first I didn't really think much about this trip because I'm going because Grandpa decided to go back to Penang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask much details about the trip. I only realised where I was staying when I reached the hotel. I'm staying at The Northam hotel. All of a sudden I was not happy about that. I remembered when was the last time I've been here. I remembered it clearly. It was around this time 2 years ago. It really brings back memories.&lt;br /&gt;All this memories that I thought have long been forgotten just all decided to come back. Even now as I am writing this I can see the images flashing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to describe this feeling. I'm glad I still have this memories but at the same time I don't really wanna remember them. It was our 1st ever trip away from the city together. Sometimes things are just this funny. You'll always think back on things that you can't have, lost and want to forget. Take me for example.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not suppose to think about her or remember the times with her but I just do without me even knowing. It's christmas eve today but this is all I can feel and think of. Where's my christmas sprit ? I guessed it's not in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-2750272258874539273?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/2750272258874539273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=2750272258874539273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/2750272258874539273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/2750272258874539273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-8015592715898762338</id><published>2008-12-24T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T07:13:22.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my Graduation Ceremony was held at my school. I finally graduated.&lt;br /&gt;A year has just flew by. After a year of speaking Japanese on a daily basis, I guessed I need to get used to not speaking it that often. Like any graduation ceremony, there's speeches and presentation of certificates. After all those there was a singing performance by all graduates followed with photo session. &lt;br /&gt;I was pulled away by alot of people to get my photo taken. Boy was it tiring.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the ceremony I remembered that all of my classmates and I bow at my teachers and said thank you I suddenly felt something weird. I felt like I would miss my life spent in this school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, all of us graduates went out together with all our teachers. &lt;br /&gt;We went to a korean restaurant. Many of you may not have known but Japanese like to go to pubs to have a drink after a hard day of work. Apparently it's to relax.&lt;br /&gt;That night was a drinking heaven. We occupied around 6 tables. All of the tables are full with beer and sho-ju. Everyone were drinking. I could see from the owner's face that he was unpleased with our presence. Haha. I guessed he just wanna close the shop and head home to his family. Because I have to head to Penang at 4am, I left early. I wonder what time did they stayed until ? In the end, I felt really happy.&lt;br /&gt;After all it's not a year that nothing has happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos are here --&gt; http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?a=779439056&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-8015592715898762338?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/8015592715898762338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=8015592715898762338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/8015592715898762338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/8015592715898762338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/12/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-2931094223764273430</id><published>2008-12-19T08:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:12:08.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Speech Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SUvV0XC5TMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CAuHDs7YQN0/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SUvV0XC5TMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CAuHDs7YQN0/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281550083538111682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SUvV0JqQ08I/AAAAAAAAAE0/QYVVAlXfMCA/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SUvV0JqQ08I/AAAAAAAAAE0/QYVVAlXfMCA/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281550079945135042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SUvVzRoNQYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VA_FlIV8ZOc/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SUvVzRoNQYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VA_FlIV8ZOc/s320/scan0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281550064904126850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SUvVy9Ps_AI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CoQBtTMAi90/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SUvVy9Ps_AI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CoQBtTMAi90/s320/scan0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281550059432639490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SUvVyrDQYVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PDcQ2Z6sXqw/s1600-h/DSC00305.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/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SUvVyrDQYVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PDcQ2Z6sXqw/s320/DSC00305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281550054548595026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After JLPT there was 2 weeks left before my graduation. Everyone in my class were wondering what kind of lesson will we have since all of our exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it was going to be like after PMR. Boy, was I wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Being the Japanese they are, the thought of many things for us to do.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, Study hard to the last minute. So we did listening and reading exercises. Because exams are over, there's just no reason to do them. &lt;br /&gt;However, they had something planned for us. They made us write speeches.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that we were going to have a speech contest among us. &lt;br /&gt;The contest was held today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seperated into 2 parts. I was the last contestant and also the MC for the first part. Being the MC was an easy task as I only have to introduce the contestants but I had to do it in Japanese. After that I had to worry about my speech performance. When it was my turn I had a stomach ache. I did my speech without going to the toilet. After all the speeches had been heard the students have to vote for the 3 person they thought was best. The results were surprising as I won both the Student's vote and the 1st place. I didn't thought I would win cause all I did was memorise my speech a few times. Anyway, it's one of my happiest moment.&lt;br /&gt;It's true cause I nv won 1st prize in any speech contest I've ever participated.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for voting for me. Although I never vote for myself. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-2931094223764273430?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/2931094223764273430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=2931094223764273430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/2931094223764273430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/2931094223764273430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/12/japanese-speech-contest.html' title='Japanese Speech Contest'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SUvV0XC5TMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CAuHDs7YQN0/s72-c/scan0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-3925182785464773292</id><published>2008-12-19T07:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:13:13.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EJU results.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SUvTSTUgdXI/AAAAAAAAADs/ad1RqIxRT3Y/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SUvTSTUgdXI/AAAAAAAAADs/ad1RqIxRT3Y/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281547299399431538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone remember what the EJU is ? For those who have forgotten about it, it's the Examination for Japanese Universities. Since I'm not going to Japan to further my studies the result doesn't matter to me anymore. However, since I've taken the exams, so why not look at the results. The results were out last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;There were 3 subjects in this exam. 'Japanese as a Foreign Language', 'Mathematics' and 'Japan and the World'. I got 267 out of 400 for 'Japanese', 153 out of 200 for 'Japan and the World' and 83 out of 200 for 'Mathematics'.&lt;br /&gt;The requirement to futher your studies to Japan was a minimum of 200 points for 'Japanese', which in my case I have more than enough. I was very happy with my 'Japanese' results. However this result is not much of a use isn't it ? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-3925182785464773292?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/3925182785464773292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=3925182785464773292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3925182785464773292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3925182785464773292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/12/eju-results.html' title='EJU results.'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SUvTSTUgdXI/AAAAAAAAADs/ad1RqIxRT3Y/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-3823606503347648383</id><published>2008-12-19T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T08:26:51.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SVeoqNjWqWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6oFUa_O_buY/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SVeoqNjWqWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6oFUa_O_buY/s320/DSC00304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284878130888485218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SVeop62vgFI/AAAAAAAAAFs/I2yp1ABBAFA/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SVeop62vgFI/AAAAAAAAAFs/I2yp1ABBAFA/s320/DSC00303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284878125869531218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SVeopibGmdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HwjSHH2-sto/s1600-h/DSC00301.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/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SVeopibGmdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HwjSHH2-sto/s320/DSC00301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284878119311153618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday was my friend, Poni's Birthday. In my life I have known her for 7 years but I have only celebrated her birthday 4 times including last Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;I've arranged to meet with her at 7pm plus at Mid Valley. &lt;br /&gt;We were going to watch Twitlight at 9.50pm, so we had alot time that time.&lt;br /&gt;At first we went to have dinner at Sushi Zanmai. Since I had a heavy lunch, there wasn't much space for dinner. So I had s Chicken Curry Katsu ser meal and Miso soup.&lt;br /&gt;While Poni only had some sushi. It was her birthday so she said she would pay.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I didn't just forget the fact I didn't have to pay. I gave her present.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we still had a lot of time left before the movie. We were lost as we do not know what to do until then. Being the study person Poni is, she chosed to spend our free time in MPH. After that, we went to watch the movie, Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much I could say about the movie except the fact that the movie was trying to promote the car Volvo c30 driven by Edward Cullen in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;There were drifting, speeding, and a whole load of reckless driving.&lt;br /&gt;When the movie finished it was already going to be 12am. I drove home and then went home. It was my first date after a very very very very long time. &lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun. Like how Poni describe it, nice and simple. Thanks for the date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-3823606503347648383?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/3823606503347648383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=3823606503347648383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3823606503347648383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3823606503347648383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-date.html' title='My date'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt6X2Z_Av1Y/SVeoqNjWqWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6oFUa_O_buY/s72-c/DSC00304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-740240934429037627</id><published>2008-12-10T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:44:07.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facial expression</title><content type='html'>Have you ever sit alone in a cafe, drinking hot drink, waiting for your friends to come ? If you have I can bet it was boring isn't it ? However have you tried looking at the facial expressions of people walking around in front of the cafe ?&lt;br /&gt;You'll notice there's all kinds of facial expression for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I've always had a thing in examining people's facial expression.&lt;br /&gt;There's one particular expression that caught my attention most.&lt;br /&gt;It's the expression of trying to hide all your sadness under a fake smile.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mistaken by my term fake smile. The smile is very indeed sweet but there's nothing happy emiting from that smile. That's why I called it fake smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's more harder to feel ? The feeling of sadness pouring out from every hole in your body or the feeling of suppressing all your sadness with a smile ?&lt;br /&gt;I really admire people who have the courage to throw away their sadness and just pretend nothing happened. If it was for me I couldn't do it. When I come upon people like that I always got this sudden impulse to tell them it's ok to feel sad. You don't have to pretend. I can't help but feel sorry for them. I'm not sympathying them. It's just somehow I could relate to that feeling of being sad and alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're sad or anything bad happened to you don't force yourself to smile.&lt;br /&gt;There's no point putting up an empty smile. You gotta act to your own comfort and not for others to see. Light is at where your friends are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-740240934429037627?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/740240934429037627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=740240934429037627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/740240934429037627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/740240934429037627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/12/facial-expression.html' title='Facial expression'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-5447375137714395522</id><published>2008-12-09T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:11:43.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed Love</title><content type='html'>Once you were given to me with much feelings. I accepted you like you're just another normal person. When things became worst, I just put you aside.&lt;br /&gt;Your existence escaped my sights. I forgot you were there all this while.&lt;br /&gt;One day when I was looking around, I found you. I wonder when did I came in possesion of you ? I took you up and place you on somewhere I could see everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, I will make full use of you. I look at the back of you and saw your limitation. The limitation was not far but not near either. There's still time.&lt;br /&gt;I said to you, Don't worry, I'll get to you soon. After some time, I finally made up my mind to come to you. However, I was too late. I failed to make the due date.&lt;br /&gt;You were in front of my eyes but I kept forgetting about you. Now it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to get rid of you. I should have appreciated you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-5447375137714395522?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5447375137714395522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=5447375137714395522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5447375137714395522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5447375137714395522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/12/missed-love.html' title='Missed Love'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-7663197840642241309</id><published>2008-12-09T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:05:42.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday after my JLPT exams, I rushed to Times Square Hotel to attend my current piano teacher's wedding. She married a guitar lecturer of UCSI. You guys can say it's a musician wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the first time I was invited to a wedding alone and my first time attending a musician's wedding. As most of the chinese wedding dinners you usually go to, there's lots of old people and my worst nightmare, old people singing very very old songs on the stage. Luckily, in that wedding there's no old people karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, there were live bands performing. The first band was the instructor of the center she works in. Next, was the bridegroom's personal band. It was awesome !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of drinking, screaming and laughters. I thought to myself. &lt;br /&gt;I too want to have a musician wedding just like this someday. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-7663197840642241309?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/7663197840642241309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=7663197840642241309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/7663197840642241309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/7663197840642241309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/12/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-5207994799040013273</id><published>2008-12-09T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:58:45.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday I took my JLPT exam. For those who dunno what it is, it's the Japanese Language Proficiency Test. It's to test your Japanese that people around the world take. With this test over, I finished my syllabus at school. In other words, FREEDOM.&lt;br /&gt;However, as happy as I am, I still have to go to school cause I'm only graduating on the 23rd. After that I'll have to decided what I'm gonna do next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-5207994799040013273?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5207994799040013273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=5207994799040013273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5207994799040013273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5207994799040013273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/12/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-6874110935254950247</id><published>2008-11-30T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T06:39:41.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert</title><content type='html'>Last night, I went to Genting's Arena of Stars to witness the concert of F.I.R..&lt;br /&gt;The concert was suppose to happen early this September but it got delayed due to&lt;br /&gt;some political reason. So I had to wait for some time to witness it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome. So worth the wait. There were many great songs performed but 3 parts were my favourite.  It was the part where they introduce the band members because I got to see everyone of them do a solo with their own instrument. &lt;br /&gt;The 2nd part is the last song before the encore. That song was 我们的爱. &lt;br /&gt;After they sang it, the band use the melody of the song and played it while F.I.R. when backstage. The 3rd part is the last song of the concert which was Fly Away.&lt;br /&gt;The live band was really awesome. It's really a different feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I keep saying how awesome it was, there's some not so good parts too.&lt;br /&gt;The first problem was the mic prob. There's always mic interferences.&lt;br /&gt;The vocals were great proving the point that 飞 can really sing but it was too loud including the backup vocal. Making it sometime too sharp. I also think the concert was too short. Only 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the ups and downs, it was still an awesome concert for me. It really makes my blood pump bringing me to happiness. Rock on !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-6874110935254950247?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/6874110935254950247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=6874110935254950247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6874110935254950247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6874110935254950247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/11/concert.html' title='Concert'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-3202844614735254632</id><published>2008-11-28T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T07:53:10.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings part.2</title><content type='html'>This time it's time to talk about 阿沁's 其实还爱你. Have you heard this song before ?&lt;br /&gt;If you have, I'm sure you know the lyrics well and understand the meaning there.&lt;br /&gt;Let me summarise for those who never heard of it before. It's a song about someone loving a person even the relationship is no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all of you have experienced it before. The feeling of having to let go of a relationship when you are not ready to do it yet. The feeling of experiencing new things alone like a strol in the park when it's windy alone. The feeling of that cold bitter breeze upon your face. Nothing can compare to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's what I think about this song. It's up to you what the song tells you.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can interprete this song as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-3202844614735254632?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/3202844614735254632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=3202844614735254632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3202844614735254632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3202844614735254632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/11/feelings-part2.html' title='Feelings part.2'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-739038132354192765</id><published>2008-11-28T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T06:52:19.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audition</title><content type='html'>The audition was held tonight. We were the only band to audition today.&lt;br /&gt;We had some technical problems which led to a bad audition.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the audition, we were given comments by the judges.&lt;br /&gt;Many of the things were aimed at me. For example, shaky voice, some notes flat and some more. I agree to that. I think it's my fault for not warming up.&lt;br /&gt;He talk about many things. All which I already know but it's not easy to achieve in 3days. But they are right. We got in this together and we are all in this together.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take this as our rising step to success. We're gonna practice more and enlarge our band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. 3 person band get together for 3 days don't work. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-739038132354192765?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/739038132354192765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=739038132354192765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/739038132354192765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/739038132354192765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/11/audition.html' title='Audition'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-401139572518922139</id><published>2008-11-27T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T05:47:18.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy week.</title><content type='html'>My school started this week. On Sunday I thought this week would be a drag.&lt;br /&gt;My happy week started with the comings of the Annual Concert of the Guitar Store where I learned my instruments. The staff there ask me to join. &lt;br /&gt;Seeing the chance I couldn't wait to sign up. I found the songs for the audition.&lt;br /&gt;However something is missing. Band members. I went searching for musicians.&lt;br /&gt;I only managed to find a drummer and a pianist. To me it's enough but we only have a week to prepare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First jamming session was on Monday. It didn't go too well because the pianist is a classical pianist. In other words, pianist with no feel. So initially it was a vocalist, a pianist and a drummer. So I went and discuss with my piano teacher.&lt;br /&gt;She told me I should play the piano since the pianist can play guitar. Yesterday I redid the arragement. So our band now consists of me on vocals and piano, the pianist is now the guitarist and a drummer. We got the hang of it and in today's &lt;br /&gt;jamming session we finally got it. The audition is tomorrow. Time to test our skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see how a band made up of 3 person in 3 days do in an audition. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;Yi Li, Chloe, we can do it. Rock on !!! Btw, music makes my blood pump !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-401139572518922139?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/401139572518922139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=401139572518922139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/401139572518922139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/401139572518922139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-week.html' title='Happy week.'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-5189162729808821331</id><published>2008-11-25T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:45:20.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>Ever since 阿沁 from F.I.R. came out with his own solo album, I have always like his &lt;br /&gt;其实还爱你. Why ? It's simple. Nice lyrics, nice melody, nice feel. You get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;Plus it's in my key. So I love to sing it when I go for karaoke. &lt;br /&gt;People who knows me knows that I always like to sing sad songs. &lt;br /&gt;I always use my own memories to bring out the right feelings to potray the songs properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She have always been the main character of my memories. Every song I sang is based on my experience with her. They maybe sad memories but somehow I feel confortable with always bringing them out. I always remember her in the way I wanted to and I manage to sort of keep in touch with her. However the girl with the same name as the one in my memories is no longer the girl I once knew. They share the same name and same appearances but yet there's nothing similar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she have grown up. I guess she's no longer inside that body. I know I'm the only one who stays in the past. Not moving forward but that's not what this is about. I guess I just miss the good old days. That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-5189162729808821331?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5189162729808821331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=5189162729808821331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5189162729808821331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5189162729808821331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/11/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-8261265269582847339</id><published>2008-11-13T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:03:16.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Suck.</title><content type='html'>Today I went to Help University College to ask about the foundation course there.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I get to meet with Xue Ying. After getting the info I needed I went to get my car at the parking. When I reach my car I found a black Kancil parked in front of my car. Wanting to go to another place, I went around looking for the owner.&lt;br /&gt;I went from the cashier of the parking to the security room to the guards in the parking. I was sweating all over but I still cant find the owner. &lt;br /&gt;I have no choice but to wait inside my car. After waiting for 4 hours the owner still havent appear. Luckily, the car park beside me left. Giving me the space to wriggle out of my parking space. Finally I got out but the parking fee was RM 9.70.&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised by the price and asked again for the price. I didnt hear wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;It was RM 9.70. There goes my RM 10. In conclusion, today was a bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-8261265269582847339?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/8261265269582847339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=8261265269582847339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/8261265269582847339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/8261265269582847339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-suck.html' title='This Suck.'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-750400291884868951</id><published>2008-11-09T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T06:46:04.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>Finally today I took the EJU. After studying for almost a year EJU finally came and finished. For those who have no idea what EJU is, it's the test for students who wish to further their studies to Japan. It's kinda like our SPM.&lt;br /&gt;I was aiming to futher my studies in the field of music. &lt;br /&gt;That's why all the art subjects like history, geography, economics and many more is not important so I dropped it. So I just took Japanese and Maths only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However there's a sad news that I need to announce now that the EJU is over.&lt;br /&gt;My plans to further my studies to Japan have been cancelled. &lt;br /&gt;So I'll be staying here in Malaysia to continue my studies. &lt;br /&gt;Some might say that it's a waste. I agree too but there's nothing that I can do about it. Of course I wanna go to Japan but there's no choice I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-750400291884868951?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/750400291884868951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=750400291884868951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/750400291884868951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/750400291884868951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/11/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-319432421916039105</id><published>2008-10-27T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T06:52:07.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of it</title><content type='html'>Every one who knows me well knows that I'm a person who likes to save money.&lt;br /&gt;They always tell me why are you saving up when you have nothing you wanna buy or why you wanna save up for ? It's not like you have no money. Yes. I get all that answer.&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't think it's such a bad thing trying to save money. &lt;br /&gt;After all, our mums always tell us to save up for a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a holiday for Deepavali. I went out to watch High School Musical 3 with Xue Ying. Today I spent my friend to lunch and bought a snack. &lt;br /&gt;Usually I would go dutch with my friends and would never ever buy anything unless it's my 3 main meals. I guess there's a holiday in everything. Even my saving habit.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care about money in anyway like I usually do. Felt free and relax.&lt;br /&gt;It's good to use money once in a while I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-319432421916039105?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/319432421916039105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=319432421916039105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/319432421916039105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/319432421916039105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/10/tired-of-it.html' title='Tired of it'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-3858819800581160792</id><published>2008-10-20T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T06:28:18.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube</title><content type='html'>hey guys remember I said I will post my performance video on youtube right ?&lt;br /&gt;sorry it took so long but it's finally there.&lt;br /&gt;You guys can go to www.youtube.com and search for apologize - gary and the band.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-3858819800581160792?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/3858819800581160792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=3858819800581160792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3858819800581160792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3858819800581160792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/10/youtube.html' title='Youtube'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-5105431542349754470</id><published>2008-10-20T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T06:17:40.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>どういう意味なのか？</title><content type='html'>昨夜から僕が君と通信した。僕たちは午前２時まで通信したのは本当に珍しくて、懐かしかった。&lt;br /&gt;その気持ち本当に説明できない。今朝学校へ通っている途中まで通信したが急に君のメールをもらわなかった。当時僕は本当に君からのメールを期待していたが君は他のもっと大切なことをしているはずだと思った。&lt;br /&gt;授業の時にも君のメールを考えていた。いったい何故いつも君のメールを待っていたり、期待したりするのか？いったい何を考えているのかゲーリー？何故いつも関係のないことに集中するの？&lt;br /&gt;実は僕も分からない。僕も答えを探したい。誰か僕に教えられるのか？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ケリー。何故君の言葉が僕の気に入るの？いったい何故最近君に関係があるの思い出が急に浮かんだの？&lt;br /&gt;本当に悩んでいる。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-5105431542349754470?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5105431542349754470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=5105431542349754470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5105431542349754470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5105431542349754470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_20.html' title='どういう意味なのか？'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-4030238057688442093</id><published>2008-10-18T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:07:01.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ありがとう</title><content type='html'>最近いつもFriendsterで君の写真を見る。なんとなく懐かしく感じる。先週の木曜に僕が病気になった。&lt;br /&gt;その苦しいときに僕はなんとなく僕と君の過去を思い出した。僕ははっきり覚えられる。&lt;br /&gt;そのとき僕も病気になった。そのとき君の愛護で僕の病気がよくなった。&lt;br /&gt;今回の病気は自分で休むのは本当に寂しかった。先日僕のFriendsterのプロフィールページを見た人のリストから君の写真を見た。だから、君にメッセージを送った。君の返事を待っていたが君がまだ僕を許さないと思うから、返事しないはずだ。驚いたことに、返事した。僕は本当に感謝する。実は僕は本当に君とまだ友達となって欲しい。ケリー本当にありがとう。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-4030238057688442093?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/4030238057688442093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=4030238057688442093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/4030238057688442093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/4030238057688442093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_18.html' title='ありがとう'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-1381800924420376454</id><published>2008-10-18T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T02:10:01.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>分からない問い</title><content type='html'>昨日、僕は友達と出かけた時に彼女が僕に一つ問いを聞いた。&lt;br /&gt;その問いは「どうしてあなたはゼンギーをそんなに愛したの？」&lt;br /&gt;彼女に聞かれていた瞬間に僕が短い間に僕の答えを探した。でも、見付からなかった。&lt;br /&gt;だから、昨夜から、寝ながら、その問いを思い込んで、考えた。なぜか僕の頭の中に答えがないのか？&lt;br /&gt;僕もう彼女のことを忘れちゃったからなのか？最初から僕は彼女のことがあまり知らなかったからなのか？&lt;br /&gt;でも、もしその答えを今に知っても無駄だよね？僕が僕の生活があるし、彼女も彼女の生活がある。&lt;br /&gt;彼女にとっては僕もうただの友達になったから、今にもそんなに大切じゃない。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-1381800924420376454?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/1381800924420376454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=1381800924420376454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/1381800924420376454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/1381800924420376454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='分からない問い'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-3797170765587988773</id><published>2008-10-14T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:25:37.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition</title><content type='html'>People out there always have some kind of image of me when they see me.&lt;br /&gt;I make all kinds of impression on others. For example, arrogant or cold blooded and many more. To me it's not really a big deal for me. You don't know me but yet you gives comment about me. I'm not saying you you can't say what you want. &lt;br /&gt;It's just when it gets personal please get your facts right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main topic here is about one of worst impression of me. That's me being happy.&lt;br /&gt;Being happy have many definitions. It could be money, fame, assets or many things.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel happy at all. I'm not trying to vent online like most people do in their blog. I just wanna say please stand in my shoes for once and then only say what you wanna say about me. I do have my own problem even when surrounding with all the great stuff. You don't see me accusing you of having a real good life compare to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have our own problems in our daily life. Each and everyone of us is different in our own way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I'm really not happy currently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-3797170765587988773?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/3797170765587988773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=3797170765587988773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3797170765587988773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3797170765587988773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/10/definition.html' title='Definition'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-1475152584438252546</id><published>2008-10-11T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:52:13.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering</title><content type='html'>Last week while I was playing basketball with xue ying I told her about the new pizza that Domino's have. Then I realised there's been a long time I've never organised a pizza gathering at my house. So I had a gathering last night.&lt;br /&gt;The people who came are the usuals with a little new members. &lt;br /&gt;As usual we had a blast. I had fun remembering about the past. &lt;br /&gt;Never thought we could still have times like this after years graduating from high school. For those who wasn't invited I'm sorry to say but its too bad for you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-1475152584438252546?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/1475152584438252546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=1475152584438252546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/1475152584438252546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/1475152584438252546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/10/gathering.html' title='Gathering'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-5771054021876098898</id><published>2008-10-02T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T06:48:51.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise</title><content type='html'>When I was young I lied alot and promise people with all kinds of things.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted my dad to buy toys so I ask my brother to ask my dad to buy it and promise to share with him. However when I was in secondary school I realised the importance of honesty and promises. That's why I dun use the word promise anymore.&lt;br /&gt;All I say is I'll try my best. Because now to me if I say I promise and I never do it I'll feel really guilty. I'll never forgive myself. But that doesn't mean I wont say I promise. If I believe I can do it den I will use it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't only apply to me. I always hold a rule inside me. If you can't do it den dun promise me. If you promised me den dun break the promise. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;Is that very hard to do that ? Is my request that hard ? I always feel that youngsters nowaday have bad attitudes. So I dun feel I'm a youngster saying that.&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone show me that I'm wrong ? Where's the point in saying sorry if you just gonna do it anyway ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-5771054021876098898?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5771054021876098898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=5771054021876098898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5771054021876098898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5771054021876098898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/10/promise.html' title='Promise'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-629181888132814918</id><published>2008-10-02T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T06:52:10.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>My mum used to tell me about the origins of my chinese name. &lt;br /&gt;My chinese name is 文. It came from a chinese god's name, 文章.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma thought of it cause she wanted her grandchilds to be smart and successful.&lt;br /&gt;Like all chinese do, when they named a child they will get a fortune teller's opinion. At first the fortune teller wanted to add 3 drop of waters to it turning it to 汶 but because I have many moles near my eyes indicating I like to cry that's why my name remains 文. Like the teller said, I did like to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all my years growing up, my tears have all dried up. Like frozen glands.&lt;br /&gt;Over the years many people have called me cold blooded because of my lack of warm feelings. Even when I watch sad movies or dramas I wouldn't cry. I even laughed sometime. However I have to admit my eyes always get teary. I just didn't wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day while I was watching 家好月圆 something happen. This drama is rumour to be full of drama, full of sadness. I watched for over 30 episodes and every time I just watched it as a normal movie but I finally cried while watching an episode.&lt;br /&gt;While watching that episode my tears kept rolling down without control.&lt;br /&gt;It was a love relationship problem. That's why I cried. Plus with the theme song it increased my sadness. I really hate that stupid feeling. That feeling of not being able to do anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-629181888132814918?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/629181888132814918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=629181888132814918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/629181888132814918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/629181888132814918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/10/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-5969454733837927358</id><published>2008-09-20T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T18:23:22.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make over</title><content type='html'>Last week I chatted with my friend, Chor Pin and his classmate Su Min at my school. I haven't seen him for sometime and I felt he's very thin.&lt;br /&gt;Den last Thursday he told me that SM felt he looked like a kid. &lt;br /&gt;Not fitting our age and SM said I looked stylish. Maybe on that day la. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So CP ask me online to help him out. So today I asked him to meet me in Wei Cing's house. We went to get his hair cut and I thought him how to style his hair.&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast with Wei Cing's family. At the end it was a success. &lt;br /&gt;His hair is now more stylish. That's all I can help. &lt;br /&gt;When it comes to his inner beauty there's nothing I can do. &lt;br /&gt;That he has to do it on his own. Take it slow man CP. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I should start charging him. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-5969454733837927358?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5969454733837927358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=5969454733837927358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5969454733837927358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5969454733837927358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/09/make-over.html' title='Make over'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-6137406404887779012</id><published>2008-09-20T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T07:37:15.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamming</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I went for a jamming session with some people.It was my first time jamming with a band. I was there as a vocalist.But most of all someone there to learn about the workings of a band.Most of the people there were experienced except for me.It was really not easy as just going there to sing. There were timing matter and lots. All around that session there were smiles and misses. I did messed up too. Overall it was really great. I hope that this performance goes well and also in future I hope that more of this kind of chances will come to me. &lt;br /&gt;I really need to get experience. Support me !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-6137406404887779012?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/6137406404887779012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=6137406404887779012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6137406404887779012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/6137406404887779012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/09/jamming.html' title='Jamming'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-2233482904303701637</id><published>2008-08-24T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T07:33:10.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10th Anniversary Dinner.</title><content type='html'>On the same day as my sports day, there's de 10th anniversary dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I was very tired but had to prepare for it. After the sports day, I went to my classmates house to get ready. It was a formal dinner which means tie and leather shoes. I reached Prince Hotel around 6 plus with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a grand dinner with great food and entertainment in between.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun although I need to dress all formal and all which was my first time.&lt;br /&gt;Photos will be uploaded to my friendster profile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-2233482904303701637?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/2233482904303701637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=2233482904303701637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/2233482904303701637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/2233482904303701637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/08/10th-anniversary-dinner.html' title='10th Anniversary Dinner.'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-961764646929930309</id><published>2008-08-24T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T07:22:49.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Day</title><content type='html'>Last Friday was my school's sports day. It really brings back memories.&lt;br /&gt;Since my last sports day was 2 years ago in high school. I was looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;On that day I participated in the 3 legged race and tug-of-war.&lt;br /&gt;We were seperated into 4 colour groups. I was in yellow.&lt;br /&gt;Altogether there was 4 matches of tug-of-war. I really used lots of strength on it.&lt;br /&gt;There was leg cramp and scratches. At the end we were 3rd place for tug-of-war and &lt;br /&gt;2nd overall. It was lots of fun and it has been a while I did something under de sun.&lt;br /&gt;Great memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-961764646929930309?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/961764646929930309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=961764646929930309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/961764646929930309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/961764646929930309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/08/sports-day.html' title='Sports Day'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-4233976423542290141</id><published>2008-08-21T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T06:57:58.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM cert is useful</title><content type='html'>Today I slept for almost 30 minutes in my essay class. I was doing it half way and felt asleep. My classmate Ronald was making fun of me. I scolded him. Poor him.&lt;br /&gt;Never do anything to me when I'm asleep. I could do mean stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;When the class was over and while I was walking around the class in a blur state,&lt;br /&gt;the office personel came in and looked for me. I saw him holding a sort of paper.&lt;br /&gt;I recognised it as the scholarship paper but I did poorly in the last test.&lt;br /&gt;So there's no way I'm getting a scholarship. When I saw that paper it wrote scholarship for SPM. So I AM getting the scholarship for my SPM result.&lt;br /&gt;I guess my useless cert. is useful. At least for me. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm getting discount for my remaining school fees. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks SPM cert. In a way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-4233976423542290141?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/4233976423542290141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=4233976423542290141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/4233976423542290141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/4233976423542290141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/08/spm-cert-is-useful.html' title='SPM cert is useful'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-4465788495813252138</id><published>2008-08-21T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T06:34:16.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Pass 5 Fail</title><content type='html'>While studying in my school I've learned alot about the japanese culture.&lt;br /&gt;There's 1 idiom that's playing in the heads of me and my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;It's 4 Pass 5 Fail (四当五落). What it means is if you sleep 4 hours a day you will pass your exams but if you sleep 5 hours den you're sure to fail.&lt;br /&gt;My assistant headmaster always ask us how many hours you studied yesterday ?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be hiding my face cause I dun study after school. &lt;br /&gt;The advice he always give us is you gotta study at least 5 hours a day after school.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping too much is useless. So he's giving us a discount. &lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion we should only sleep for 6 hours a day and must study 5 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;10 hours for the weekends. He's trying to kill all of us. &lt;br /&gt;This is some kind of japanese extremist idea of studying. This is driving me nuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-4465788495813252138?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/4465788495813252138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=4465788495813252138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/4465788495813252138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/4465788495813252138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/08/4-pass-5-fail.html' title='4 Pass 5 Fail'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-2432765411355934696</id><published>2008-08-17T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T08:28:30.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia's Hope</title><content type='html'>Since 12 years ago Malaysia didn't have a chance for a Gold Medal at the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;Then came Lee Chong Wei. He DID had a chance to get one this year tonight.&lt;br /&gt;However his match was Lin Dan, world's no.1. Well, CW Lee is also world no.2. &lt;br /&gt;So it SHOULD be a good match. However to my disappointment he lose.&lt;br /&gt;Lee Chong Wei lose to Lin Dan. The score was 21-12, 21-8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His overall performance weren't up to my expectation of the great CW Lee.&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't due to his lack of skill or training. It's actually the fact that his opponent was just far from his level. And the match was held in Lin Dan's home ground. With his country flooding 90% of the stadium seats supporting for him, for sure CW Lee would be pressure. Thus not performing well. Further on he didn't really had luck with him. Alot of his strikes and hits hit the net but didnt land in. &lt;br /&gt;There's a lot outs too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus in conclusion, CW Lee's performance was disappointing. Haih. &lt;br /&gt;There goes my plan for a holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-2432765411355934696?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/2432765411355934696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=2432765411355934696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/2432765411355934696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/2432765411355934696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/08/malaysias-hope.html' title='Malaysia&apos;s Hope'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-3918926846412328220</id><published>2008-08-17T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T08:05:53.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ping Chuan</title><content type='html'>Hey Ping Chuan, thanks for inviting me to your "little" party.&lt;br /&gt;Really good to see you after not seeing you for such a long time. &lt;br /&gt;Ya I know I hid in a corner, a very nice corner too. I was stuck with watching the Olympics. At the end when Poni arrived I did went out. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway good luck with your studies. Fly back when you are free.&lt;br /&gt;Bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Yam cha is a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-3918926846412328220?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/3918926846412328220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=3918926846412328220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3918926846412328220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3918926846412328220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/08/ping-chuan.html' title='Ping Chuan'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-624927384125376763</id><published>2008-08-11T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T03:40:09.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing</title><content type='html'>As most of you guys know that this blog of mine has just reached its 3rd month.&lt;br /&gt;3 months could be long and could be short. It's up to how you wanna see it.&lt;br /&gt;My school life has recently kicked into overdrive driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;So I dun really have much time to update my blog and even if I do I dunno what to write. I'm now thinking of whether should I shut this blog down ?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't make up my mind about it. That's why I came with this thought.&lt;br /&gt;I'll everyone who views my blog. Should I shut this blog down ?&lt;br /&gt;Please leave me all your comments. Please and thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-624927384125376763?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/624927384125376763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=624927384125376763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/624927384125376763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/624927384125376763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/08/closing.html' title='Closing'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-9018285153143001104</id><published>2008-08-08T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:15:39.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Handphone</title><content type='html'>In this time nowadays our cellphones, handphones or mobile phones, call it what you want plays a very big role in our daily lifes. They come in all sort of sizes, colours and functions. There's really lots of function available for our phones.&lt;br /&gt;However the most basic and important functions are phone calling and sms-ing.&lt;br /&gt;These functions help people contact and communicate with each other.&lt;br /&gt;That's why it's important. Nowadays even kids in elementary school have one.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I only started to have first phone when I was 17.&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda new to everything, having to learn about it from scratch. &lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that I dun have much contacts on my phone. &lt;br /&gt;When I had a girlfriend all I did was sms with her. That's all I need. &lt;br /&gt;But when I dun have one I realised one thing. I got no one to sms with.&lt;br /&gt;I would look at my phone for messages every minute. Literally taking it in and out of my pocket. Haha. That really suck. Until now it still happens. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. Just every once in a while. When that happen its really boring and sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-9018285153143001104?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/9018285153143001104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=9018285153143001104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/9018285153143001104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/9018285153143001104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/08/handphone.html' title='Handphone'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-7946057059917625403</id><published>2008-07-30T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:18:54.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manners</title><content type='html'>Most of the people in this world always have to say 2 words. It's please and thank you. However in my opinion there's another one and that's sorry. &lt;br /&gt;No matter whether a person has manners or not they are sure to say these words.&lt;br /&gt;For me, the word that I say most is Sorry. Is it really wrong to say it ?&lt;br /&gt;Some people had tell me before that they hate it when I say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone could guess who they are. Haha. In my opinion saying sorry its not a bad thing. When I feel that I'm helpless when I'm facing a problem I would say sorry. Why ? It's because I feel sorry for them for having to see me so helpless.&lt;br /&gt;I'm no superman. Deep in my heart I really really want to make a change. &lt;br /&gt;But I know my own limit. All of these I've kept in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;Never telling anyone. Now I'm writing this is not to tell it out but to spread the message that saying sorry is not a wrong thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-7946057059917625403?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/7946057059917625403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=7946057059917625403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/7946057059917625403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/7946057059917625403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/07/manners.html' title='Manners'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-3321960883786233139</id><published>2008-07-28T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:07:08.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bed</title><content type='html'>Last night due something that happened online I went back to my room feeling hurt.&lt;br /&gt;It's that kind of hurt where you can't treat it. It twisted my heart till all the juices got squeezed out. What's worst was when I went back to my room.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my bed. For the first time ever I really feel that my bed is big.&lt;br /&gt;Bigger den what I really need. It's a quenn size bed. It's long enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;However it's just too wide for me. How much I wish I have someone to sleep beside me.&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think about it but when I see there's 2 pillows I couldn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;That night I lied on my bed thinking of what happened online and tons of other stuffs. I coulnd't sleep well last night. I dun know whether is it caused by the pancakes or something else. Sure was a very very very lonely night. &lt;br /&gt;I had no company last night. This really sucks but I guess if you think about in another way it's just all right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-3321960883786233139?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/3321960883786233139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=3321960883786233139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3321960883786233139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/3321960883786233139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-bed.html' title='Big Bed'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137748934689444768.post-5665212209093152539</id><published>2008-07-27T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T08:19:29.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancakes</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was at Mid Valley with my family. We went pass a restaurant and decided to have dinner there. The restaurant's name is Paddington's House of Pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;Previously, when I was at Pavilion with my friends I saw the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I browse through the menu and there was lots of pancakes. I really mean lots.&lt;br /&gt;However the prices weren't exactly affordable for me if I eat alone.&lt;br /&gt;I ordered lots of stuff and ate lots. My dessert was too sweet for me and I had a sugar rush. Haha. I kept shaking. It was really a super sweet dessert.&lt;br /&gt;Super sweet dessert = pancakes + ice-cream + strawberries + maple syrup + banana.&lt;br /&gt;Sweeeeeeeet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137748934689444768-5665212209093152539?l=criz-valentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5665212209093152539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8137748934689444768&amp;postID=5665212209093152539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5665212209093152539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8137748934689444768/posts/default/5665212209093152539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criz-valentine.blogspot.com/2008/07/pancakes.html' title='Pancakes'/><author><name>Criz Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111859919136951149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg7zdAoHoO4/TX0OSvlLQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/vQck9SvgyQk/s220/DSC_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
