<?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-3256612084594303594</id><updated>2011-12-31T22:59:22.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LiFe iS a wHe3L~~</title><subtitle type='html'>the ups and downs of my daily life....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-7843571226895701107</id><published>2011-12-31T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T22:59:22.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post of 2011</title><content type='html'>&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/-t8GEN2fJ2Z0/Tv8iRgSmqRI/AAAAAAAAACs/0XgrXVKfx2Q/s1600/happy-new-year-2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8GEN2fJ2Z0/Tv8iRgSmqRI/AAAAAAAAACs/0XgrXVKfx2Q/s320/happy-new-year-2011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This would be the official last post of year 2011... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year had been a year of great joy and challenges for me.... The ups and downs made me a stronger person at the end.. :) I praise the Lord for leading and guiding me throughout the times when the wheel of life brought me down... &amp;nbsp;I also want to take this opportunity to thank all my family members, friends, classmates, college-mate, church members and all who had help me throughout the year for without the support and encouragement from all of you, I won't be in the good state I'm in now... Thank you Lord for giving me great companies here on Earth and always remind me of the Great Commission that I have here.. :) May the new year of 2012 brings great joy and peace to all &amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/-CKUJ6DqsUrM/Tv8iO095r2I/AAAAAAAAACk/QudlfaJXh6o/s1600/happy_new_year-3669.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CKUJ6DqsUrM/Tv8iO095r2I/AAAAAAAAACk/QudlfaJXh6o/s200/happy_new_year-3669.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hjQt3BUAy-Y/Tv8iNrgy3WI/AAAAAAAAACc/zu29XPusVJE/s1600/happy+new+year+2012+hd+wallpapers4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hjQt3BUAy-Y/Tv8iNrgy3WI/AAAAAAAAACc/zu29XPusVJE/s320/happy+new+year+2012+hd+wallpapers4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-7843571226895701107?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/7843571226895701107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-post-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/7843571226895701107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/7843571226895701107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-post-of-2011.html' title='Last post of 2011'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8GEN2fJ2Z0/Tv8iRgSmqRI/AAAAAAAAACs/0XgrXVKfx2Q/s72-c/happy-new-year-2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-8233561354111581638</id><published>2011-11-11T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T02:04:09.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When do you wanna go out with me??</title><content type='html'>this particular guy keep on asking me this question...he's my friend since primary school...we were very closed during our primary 6...but in secondary,we barely talk...lots of sweet memories during our primary 6...my besties knows that he fall for me....but i never responded....&lt;br /&gt;now, even we are so far away...not met for couple of years...he asked me this ques.. but he's unpredictable... he may show interest or maybe my misinterpretation of his actions and words at one moment... and the next moment he'll say dun message me,my girlfriend uses my account... and i was like.. Huh??&lt;br /&gt;after few months of silent, he asked again this ques... One thing for sure.... I WILL NEVER GO OUT WITH A GUY WHO IS INVOLVED~ pls dun drag me along.. i dun wan to cause any problem between u n yr gf... i dun wanna talk blame and accused of being the 3rd party.... so pls...leave me alone... i'll be able to survive even without you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-8233561354111581638?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/8233561354111581638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-do-you-wanna-go-out-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/8233561354111581638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/8233561354111581638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-do-you-wanna-go-out-with-me.html' title='When do you wanna go out with me??'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-5703247816822827807</id><published>2011-10-28T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T00:42:54.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the wheels....</title><content type='html'>After such a long time since the last trip on public transport back to hometown for the 1-awaited-week-long hols, I might have been anxious on travelling in Transnasional on Friday noon... :) I noticed the clock it ticking so slowly...huhu...The duration was 6 solid hours from TBS... *hurt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I did was to read some story book that I packed in my bag while munching on some tit-bits that I brought along and....... sleep? hehe... nevertheless, I noticed the names of few places which I never crossed my mind that would still be up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we passed N9, there's signs stating LOMANG PANEH... Which is like the dialect of the state... Then in the boarder of Johor and Pahang, I never knew the name of the place before this anyway, it's Lebam Chondong.. *i think that's the name =.=*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I enjoy the scenery throughout the trip *when I'm not sleeping that is.. * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov will be quite a travelling schedule for me right up to Dec... :S I need to find entertainment for myself in the bus..... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-5703247816822827807?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/5703247816822827807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-wheels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/5703247816822827807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/5703247816822827807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-wheels.html' title='On the wheels....'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-2205847270887337621</id><published>2011-09-28T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T22:44:32.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had my 2nd SBE in Mersing the other day.. :) this time, I did it with one of my coursemate.. It had been an awesome one.. The difference between this time and the previous one is that this time I'd been given a relived class to enter.. It was 5 Karisma.. nice time spend with them..they love to sing Mersing Hebat... haha... btw, that song is quite addictive too...hehe... I fell in love with that song too when I first heard it.. :)) so no questioning why the kids love it.. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, this time I spent lots of time with Pendidikan Khas students...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hBUqGxkHW6w/ToMxnJo2I5I/AAAAAAAAACU/86JkGMctDUc/s1600/2011-09-06+09.44.02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hBUqGxkHW6w/ToMxnJo2I5I/AAAAAAAAACU/86JkGMctDUc/s320/2011-09-06+09.44.02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my 2 closest Pendidikan Khas students.. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The above is my closest two students... they are so cute...I started to miss them since the day after I finished my second SBE... How I wish I could spend more time with them... They are soooo adorable.... Just imagine, they could go n wash their school shoe during gardening period... hahahaha.... washing their show till it's clean... Miss them SO MUCH.... &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I guess it's just normal due to teachers getting the UPSR students ready to sit for their examination... Looking forward for the next one.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-2205847270887337621?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/2205847270887337621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-had-my-2nd-sbe-in-mersing-other-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/2205847270887337621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/2205847270887337621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-had-my-2nd-sbe-in-mersing-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hBUqGxkHW6w/ToMxnJo2I5I/AAAAAAAAACU/86JkGMctDUc/s72-c/2011-09-06+09.44.02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-5415161280457845520</id><published>2011-09-01T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T23:32:39.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka-raya 2011</title><content type='html'>It had been such a long time that I had updated my blog with the things happening... I think I might just cramped it all in here... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous post I had talked abt my trip to the orphanage home in Ampang.. After that trip, I started to get busy with the upcoming choir performance which is for the 50th Anniversary celebration of TCF.. Btw, TCF stands for Teacher's Christian Fellowship.. Since I started my day in IPG Kampus Ilmu Khas, I had been quite actively involved myself in this non-profitable organization.. Now, what did I was about to talk on?? Oh ya.... the anniversary celebration... We had been told abt this few months ago.. but I'm really disappointed with the commitment and lack of spirit of some of the choir members that they could just careless abt the choir... Even the Teknik students had looking forward the choir practice and performance since the semester starts... &amp;nbsp;But I believe God had use us marvelously.. &amp;nbsp;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much practice and sacrifices made, the long awaited day finally arrived.. I drove to DUMC around 7 plus due to another member who turned up late that morning.... hmm... Thank God that there's not much traffic problems.. :) Throughout the celebration, I personally had enjoyed the whole process... Much points to ponder on and lots of things learnt and reminded... :)) Love the worship session led by Ps Cheli.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After got back from the celebration, it's time for me to catch up with my sleep that I had deprived from due to assignments due date.. hehe... in total I had slept for 13 hours from Saturday evening till Sunday morning.. :)) On Monday, the day before Raya, I travelled back to my hometown with my sister... From the beginning of the journey till reached, it seems like ages...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, got message from friends on the Raya Tour 2011...hhee... so tomorrow begins my journey of Raya... :)) Loving everything that happens in my life.. Thank you Lord..Thank You soooooo muchhhhh........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, so happen that Raya coincides with Malaysia's National Day... but it doesn't make any difference for me as both falls in the school break...hehe... But I take this opportunity to wish all my readers a blessed Raya and Merdeka.. Hope that all we'll have a good time of rest with beloved family members as everyone tries to go back to hometown to celebrate and take the opportunity to have everyone back home... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P/S: Can't wait to start my 2nd PBS... but wishes that time will stop just before I need to go back to KL again.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-5415161280457845520?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/5415161280457845520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/09/merdeka-raya-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/5415161280457845520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/5415161280457845520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/09/merdeka-raya-2011.html' title='Merdeka-raya 2011'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-2280384456134621287</id><published>2011-08-13T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T23:57:09.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back on blogging.....</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since my last post here.... WOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New semester had begun 1 month plus ago... It's so hectic... I didn't see this coming... At the same time, even though it had been only a month plus, there were so many obstacles in my way.. the things that I had planned and hope for is not approved... wuaarrrggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I know it's God's plan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in the midst of assignment, I feel that it's time for me to start writing again here... To share the blessings that God had blessed me with even though some time I feel down, and tired... The Lord has shown me great mercy and love... He never ever forsake me... He is so kind and patient towards me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that He's in control of my life... I thank Him for the protection, for good health, for wisdom, for strength to go through this new semester... the remaining semester will be as great as I am experiencing now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of last month (July,30) my&amp;nbsp;course mates&amp;nbsp;and I went to an orphanage house in Ampang... It's overwhelming to see how the kids stay strong despite the absence of their parents to look after them..How well mannered are them compare to the ones who are staying with parents now.. They appreciate every single moment they had together.. We played games with them, sang song with them... It's so fun that I even laugh till I cried... It's one of the moments I cherish the most....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few months had been a roller coaster for me... But above all things, all I can say is Thank You Lord for sustaining me.... I love You, Lord....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-2280384456134621287?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/2280384456134621287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-back-on-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/2280384456134621287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/2280384456134621287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-back-on-blogging.html' title='I&apos;m back on blogging.....'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-8246476813740254283</id><published>2011-05-08T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T00:35:40.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sp3ci@L oNe~~</title><content type='html'>My 50th post.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of sickness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could think of is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fortunate am I to have this person in my life..&lt;br /&gt;Undergone suffering and pain to bring me into this world..&lt;br /&gt;Patiently guided and taught me...&lt;br /&gt;Never sigh and complaint...&lt;br /&gt;Always loving and care about me....&lt;br /&gt;Encouraging me all the time....&lt;br /&gt;Giving me all the support that I need...&lt;br /&gt;Spent lots of time sharing about life...&lt;br /&gt;And things to expect in the future...&lt;br /&gt;Giving advices all the way...&lt;br /&gt;Reminding each and everyone of us the importance of gathering together as a whole...&lt;br /&gt;Help me to get back on my feet....&lt;br /&gt;Ground me in my faith....&lt;br /&gt;And many many more to scribble...&lt;br /&gt;All I could say is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TQ Soo0oooo0ooo00 much MOTHER!!!♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;I am really grateful that you are my mother... I thank God for putting me into this family... It has been a blessing to have you as my mum... Happy Mother's Day MUM.... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-8246476813740254283?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/8246476813740254283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/05/sp3cil-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/8246476813740254283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/8246476813740254283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/05/sp3cil-one.html' title='Sp3ci@L oNe~~'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-6713186156961480977</id><published>2011-04-21T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T00:52:08.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad............</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so sad that my purse is lost... huhu... never lost anything that is so important before in my life... rushing to get things back in order drained all my energy especially after finished the exam for Tamadun Islam &amp;amp; Tamadun Asia (TITAS) and Pengurusan Gerko... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lodge a police report ady... have to redo my MyCard adn ATM card...huhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-6713186156961480977?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/6713186156961480977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/04/sad_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/6713186156961480977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/6713186156961480977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/04/sad_21.html' title='Sad............'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-8825170998741281837</id><published>2011-04-04T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T23:46:56.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PBS Week (21st-25th March 2011)</title><content type='html'>Had my 1st PBS (Pengalaman Berasaskan Sekolah) or also known as SBE (School Based Experience) during the week after hols... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite nervous when the day was approaching nearer and nearer. Thank God eventhough I was the only one from my college to do there, I managed to finish my task and complete my daily goal. :) It wasn't easy, I admit. But with the help of my schoolmate and teachers, I mange to sail through the week without much problems..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day at school... It was Monday. And of course, there's assembly. Felt so awkward to be standing with all the other teachers. Met a few teachers that thought me previously and had a good time catching up with them. When round the school and had encounter with few funny moments.. Firstly, the Primary 1 student (1Best): Eee... Ader cikgu baru la... *waving their hands at us* one student came out from the class via the back door to greet us and &amp;nbsp;salam.. *touched and at the same time shy* Second, the Primary 3 students (3 Kamil/Karisma): Weih, ader cikgu baru la... Cepat la duduk... *laughing deep down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day at school... Interviewed a couple of teachers for my Falsafah Pendidikan assignment... One of it is the GPK 1 and the other is the Guru Media... :) Tried to find the music room that I missed alot.... But din't found it... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day.... Met with the 2Best class teacher and BM teacher to get 4 students data for the Perkembangan Kanak-Kanak assignment... Arranged time to observe the teacher's P&amp;amp;P in class.. Interviewed another teacher - GPK HEM... At last, found the music room.. It's like a mini studio... Quite small but nice :) When into the library to have a look and see the changes after 8 years leaving the school... Lots of changes.. Even there's Kampus Astro in the library... Aww.... *jealous*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day.... Interviewed the 4 kids... Other kids were curious and wanted to join... Funny moments when they say their answers based on their understanding.. One boy that I interviewed became very closed to me... :) Promised to get them things that they like... :) Submitted the laporan that the school asked for.. Another encounter today... While was walking up the stairs, a boy who was walking down, goin to the toilet said: Cikgu, cikgu tak masuk pon kelas saya ek... *astonished* *happy at the same time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day.... :( Met the GB for a few things that needed to be settled.. including the borang sahsiah and the attendance form... Then went into the 2Best to fulfill my promised to the students.. :) They became more talkative in class that day.. They wanted to participate in every question posted by the teacher.. :) *remembered those old times*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a wonderful time with the kids... Missed them so much.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-8825170998741281837?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/8825170998741281837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/04/pbs-week-21st-25th-march-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/8825170998741281837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/8825170998741281837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/04/pbs-week-21st-25th-march-2011.html' title='PBS Week (21st-25th March 2011)'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-2365169852676464863</id><published>2011-03-02T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T16:58:36.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.I.G</title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time since the last post~~ Work load seems never ending.. 24h ain't enough to do everything that I'm required to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week (22-25 February) my class had to go for our B.I.G camp.. It's a camp that every future teacher in the IPG &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MUST &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;participate.. This year, the government have money to let us go out from our campus to have the camp. My campus had the camp at Pasir Panjang, PD.. Nice area.. Full of trees.. Lots of monkeys... NO LEECHES...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp was held for 4 days 3 nights. And as usual, at any camp, we'll have activities such as Jungle Trackking and Rafting, LDK, Performance night..... The 1st day, when we reached the place - Brindley Training and Camp (BTC), we had our taklimat on pitching the tents and safety measures that we have to take throughout the camp... In total, we have 19 tents.. 8 for the guys and the rest for the girls.. :) That night, we had ice breaking session.. It's the normal ice breaking session where they ask us to find friends of the same month, same state, and bla bla bla... Getting to know other friends of other courses better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd day, we had our 1st outdoor activity which is Jungle Trackking. We tracked for 4km only.. But going up and down the hill is the toughest and the most tiring part. Moreover, the track is quite slippery and not many places that we can get hold of the tree to stabalize ourselves.. During the activity, we had a task to fulfill.. It's called "Ancient Wedding". My group received our task to do the dowry with flora motive with the natural elements that we could find the the jungle.. We had 30 minutes to accomplish our task. At the end of the activity, we have to present it and we had great time performing all of our task together with all the groups. Later in the evening, we did some colour personality test and had another LDK that night.. We came out with our group logo and motto.. After creating our logo and motto, we were asked to explain the reason of each motives we have on our logo.. Most of the groups crap things that of course are logical.. And we had a fun time laughing at their explanation... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 3rd day, we had our water activity which is rafting.. We were been taught how to build our own raft before getting the equipments to build the raft. There will be 3 rafts which will be sitted by 25 participants each.. I had a good time building the raft as it was my 1st time building it... :) Our task is to paddle the raft to almost 1km from the shore to get our flag and bring it back... It was kinda like a competition between the 3 rafts... And our raft got &lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt; place!!!!! XD Of course there were lots of problems when we just started to paddle our raft.. So far that day, the rafting is the activity I enjoyed the most... =D Later, we had to come out with a project named "YB's 1Million Project".. It is where we have 1 million to spent to build/renovate any town under the YB's territory.. When the night arrived, it was the night of performance~~~ Most of the groups did sketch, drama and theater.. We had wonderful time watching each group presenting their performances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last day... We'll be heading back soon... As usual, there's the closing ceremony by the Timbalan Pengarah... And the price giving ceremony... After all ended, we had a group pic taken... :) We headed back to KL around 1pm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the camp was quite fun where we enjoyed ourselves especially the water activity... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-2365169852676464863?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/2365169852676464863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/03/big.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/2365169852676464863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/2365169852676464863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/03/big.html' title='B.I.G'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-7515787591138594008</id><published>2011-02-09T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T16:00:54.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>Valentine day is just round the corner~&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there will anything special this year...haha.. but some how or rather i know nothing magical will happen... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... guys can easily change their hearts to another person eventhough he might say he love someone really much... So don't simply trust guys.. Although I know not all guys are like tat but, majority are like tat... So GIRLS, we have to BE CAREFUL before opening our hearts to the opposite sex.. GUARD your heart well~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Important is SET your time for GOD for HE is the ONE &amp;amp; ONLY PERSON that will constantly by our side no matter what happens to us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS everyone~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-7515787591138594008?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/7515787591138594008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/02/mixed-feelings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/7515787591138594008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/7515787591138594008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/02/mixed-feelings.html' title='mixed feelings'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-8546479698091329349</id><published>2011-01-24T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T11:45:20.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third cup of wine</title><content type='html'>22nd January...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a wedding dinner in ParkRoyal Hotel... It's CK &amp;amp; Joann's big day... Too bad, I wasn't there for the church wedding... We went to the wedding dinner after the church's service.. It was almost 8pm when we reached there. The event haven't started... I love the service offered by the waiter and waitress there... They served us well.. But one thing..... The waiter likes to give me more portion than the rest........!!!! Argggggghhhh~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I drank my 3rd cup of wine... It's only table wine... not really that nice as compared to my 1st cup of wine....hehhe..... But, I'm waiting to drink my next cup of wine...... Hoping it's going to be soon..... hahah.... 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Before this was like missing in action... Having the same lecturer for philosophy and child development.. I'm really speechless... He's triying very hard to make lots of jokes but nothing academicly really sticks and stays in mind... How am I suppose to sit for this paper at the end of this sem?? Aiyoooo~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously going into a hot pot of soup... Just imagine, all he ask us to do is present, present and present... Even if we don't understand, we have to make the other class members understand... HOW?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments coming in soooooooooooo sooon.... really sooooooon..........lots of&amp;nbsp;ISL, and presentation to be finished before the pile of assingments come in..... :S&lt;br /&gt;Goin to burn midnight oil already......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-660010132574433281?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/660010132574433281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/01/1st-day-of-philosophy-class.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/660010132574433281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/660010132574433281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/01/1st-day-of-philosophy-class.html' title='1st day of Philosophy class'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-4020318707795946689</id><published>2011-01-12T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T23:04:53.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 days of 2011~~</title><content type='html'>2010 is in the past...&lt;br /&gt;2011 is where we live now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;within these few days of New Year, lots of things happened... including the things I expect and the things that I don't even expect... well....It's part and parcel of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my degree course this year.... Not easy... More hectic even though the schedule seems so relaxing... It's only at the first glance, it seems to be more free time... But guess what... I don't feel more free time... All the time my mind is thinking of a thing... &lt;br /&gt;This brand new year brings a greater responsibility to myself... 1st is becoming the leader of my class... 2nd, in the process of taking over the leadership role of CG01... 3rd, being as active as I can in His ministry (in college or GEPC) 4th, fulfilling my resolutions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'm capable of carrying so many burdens this year..&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, am I ready to be responsible of so many things? Am I really really ready to face the challenges? Help me Lord!! You know my limits.... You know what I am capable of... Let Your will be done in me... Give me Thy strength to sail through this unpredictable year.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kinda down... Maybe I still unable to manage my feelings well yet... *I thought I had* hmmm...... When adults say something, at the end, they might not do what they had said... All the preparation, efforts&amp;nbsp;and sacrifices made seems worthless...Always like that.... hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;I pray Lord that I won't be like that... Help me to walk my talk and talk my walk.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-4020318707795946689?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/4020318707795946689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/01/12-days-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/4020318707795946689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/4020318707795946689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/01/12-days-of-2011.html' title='12 days of 2011~~'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-6497904510751168531</id><published>2011-01-03T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:24:07.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A p03m cr3at3d aS a PreSsi3 to mY dAd for his birThdaY~~</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday DAD (27 Dec)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I know you will be there&lt;br /&gt;By my side&lt;br /&gt;Supporting every step I take&lt;br /&gt;Embrace me when I'm down&lt;br /&gt;Carry me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;Giving me all the love and care&lt;br /&gt;Without any sigh of tiredness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How grateful I am to have you&lt;br /&gt;How&amp;nbsp;wonderful it is to&amp;nbsp;be your daughter&lt;br /&gt;How happy I am to be with you&lt;br /&gt;It's your birthday..&lt;br /&gt;I wish the best of the best to you&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed bornday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always LOVE you&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;xoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-6497904510751168531?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/6497904510751168531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/01/p03m-cr3at3d-as-pressi3-to-my-dad-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/6497904510751168531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/6497904510751168531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/01/p03m-cr3at3d-as-pressi3-to-my-dad-for.html' title='A p03m cr3at3d aS a PreSsi3 to mY dAd for his birThdaY~~'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-6006252581191574245</id><published>2011-01-03T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:18:06.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wHen inSpiRati0n f3eLs mY heAd~~</title><content type='html'>~Missing You~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;The memories we had together&lt;br /&gt;Still so afresh in my mind&lt;br /&gt;It's like I left the place not long ago&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a feeling I usually face&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night it's you that I think of&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I'm by myself&lt;br /&gt;It's you that pops into my mind&lt;br /&gt;Ohh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you, my baby&lt;br /&gt;Missing the times we had together&lt;br /&gt;Chatting, walking, studying,&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-6006252581191574245?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/6006252581191574245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-inspirati0n-f3els-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/6006252581191574245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/6006252581191574245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-inspirati0n-f3els-my-head.html' title='wHen inSpiRati0n f3eLs mY heAd~~'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-2227097351052344074</id><published>2010-12-11T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T03:06:10.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U?? Nah~~ God?? YEAH!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>suddenly another thing pop into my life...is it just my feelings?or is it u r really flirting with me?? @@&lt;br /&gt;seriously i dunno wat had got into u... scary fella...luckily i'm no longer there......*relieve* but to whom shall i share&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;thing&amp;nbsp;with?? 'him'?? NAH!!~~ he will no longer know anything that happen in my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandpa is getting better already but is causing a freat enormous hEADACHE and chaos!!!! oh no~ i'm complaining.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my temper already today.. my patience had reached its limit... i can't take it anymore! my whole inner-self feel like bursting out.. i no longer can stand the stress and i might break down one day if this still continues on.. oh God, pls help me... do hear my cry, pleaseeeeeee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... ESPlosion Camp is here~~ yippie!! can't wait to be there :)&lt;br /&gt;however, all my mind can think now is how will grandma be when i'm nt around for these few days?? hmm..... then, how can i be able to relax myself when i'm in RBR? i really hope i can stabilize my whole self during the camp~ i need to refocus my all onto the Almighty One.. i've gone astray too far and too long.. :( so sorry Lord :'( i didn't mean to do so~ i pray tat my strength will be renewed in You.. and in You alone i put my hope... &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now it's time to get my rest~ will post in the details of the ESPlosion camp once i'm back~~~~~~ XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-2227097351052344074?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/2227097351052344074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/12/u-nah-god-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/2227097351052344074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/2227097351052344074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/12/u-nah-god-yeah.html' title='U?? Nah~~ God?? YEAH!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-2628900881453170614</id><published>2010-11-10T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T14:52:15.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sLeEp-leSs niGhT~~</title><content type='html'>last night was a sleepless night...and i felt it's my 1st night sleeping in tears...all of a sudden i felt the pain and sadness of the things that happen...even though i haven't have my own kids, bt i felt how it is if my children act like tat to me...ad if i'm her 'kuli' to take care of her...can't we b grateful of what we have? can we trust totally on wat friends tell us? y dun we trust our parents who knows and gives the best to us? parents are like God who wants to give the best of the best to their children..so y can't u just shut your mouth and listen to them? your friends dun even know u as ypur parents know u! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray that God will open your heart to see what is good and what is best..not forgetting that you will learn to put your faith and trust towards Him 100%.. NO DOUBTING that he will take care of every single detail in our life for He is our MOST LOVING Father.. He won't leave us alone.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dun wan to cry over this anymore..how u ill treat your old ones, your kid will do the same to u in the future.. so treat your old ones with much love and care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-2628900881453170614?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/2628900881453170614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/11/sleep-less-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/2628900881453170614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/2628900881453170614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/11/sleep-less-night.html' title='sLeEp-leSs niGhT~~'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-6594538519114524873</id><published>2010-11-08T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T21:02:01.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nEw 'p0sT'??</title><content type='html'>today, at 12.55pm, a baby gal was born into this world... her parents are my sis and bro-in-law... so i guess u know what does my title of this post means..... i have a niece already at the age of 19... great??? hmm.... am still at my place preparng for the last 2 papers....dunno when i'll go to my sis place yet...mayb after the 2nd last paper?? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm emotionless now....dunno wat feeling i'm feeling....hahaha.....i'm typing lots and lots of crap here now....bt the most importantly is i feel happy for them.... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-6594538519114524873?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/6594538519114524873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-p0st.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/6594538519114524873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/6594538519114524873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-p0st.html' title='nEw &apos;p0sT&apos;??'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-119386719470304470</id><published>2010-11-08T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:57:05.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weiREd drEAm.,.</title><content type='html'>i dreamt last night of something that won't happen...how can 'he' come and find me at my college? and the place seting of the event does nt exist in my college.....arrgghhh!!!!! i hate dreams...usually it comes true after a few months i guess....bt how can this happen? there's no see-through wall room in the music department... =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept around 3.50am... we (i and 'he') didn't sms since 4th Nov.... i'll type the story behind the incident in the next post...back to the dream... i dreamt he came to find me in college..that time i'm in the room where the walls are made of glass with a couple more friends.. we were practising something that i can't really remember... he saw me and using his gestures to call me out to talk to me.. i pretend i didn't see him and tried to ignore him because i'm so angry of him.... then he opened the door and came in.. he pulled my hand leading me out to talk in private.. bt i pulled back my hand and we talk there and then... he kinda tried to comfort me of his action previously and dunno talk whatever else...i dun bother to take notice abt it... b4 he could even talk longer, i ask him to get out of the room immediately... he didn't move a single muscle and take no notice of wat i said.. so i push him out and close the door.. ignoring him totally..at the same time my friends looked at me one kind...perplex with the incident...then i woke up from my dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder is it another game of my mind when i sleep or it's a sign or something?? hmm....wat ever it is i dun care....it's been like nearly&amp;nbsp;a week i haven't sms him and i dun care abt it anymore... sometimes i feel lonely bt it will soon be over....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-119386719470304470?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/119386719470304470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/11/weired-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/119386719470304470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/119386719470304470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/11/weired-dream.html' title='weiREd drEAm.,.'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-691104073054912448</id><published>2010-11-05T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T00:12:56.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sensitive......</title><content type='html'>had been quite sensitive these days... is it bcoz i depend to much on my emotion?? haiz...&lt;br /&gt;1st time slept in tears bcoz of someone... HATE it!!!! dun act u care if u dun really care la... dun be such a hipocrite... GET OUT from my life.. i dun wan to have u around in my life anymore... u may think i need u BUT i'll prove to u that i still can live without ur presence in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things playing in my mind.. am i still the same person as i have been in the past? haven't i learnt anything from the past experience? &lt;br /&gt;y must i put my trust in this things some more and let it take control over me?? i know it is impossible to go to the next level bt mayb i like the attention given... i'm an attention seeker?? hmm..... lots of questions to be answered..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, study first!!! AND not forgetting focus on GOD ALONE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-691104073054912448?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/691104073054912448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/11/sensitive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/691104073054912448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/691104073054912448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/11/sensitive.html' title='sensitive......'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-2265763607072598873</id><published>2010-10-19T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T15:35:18.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black sheet......</title><content type='html'>how i wish the things that happened doesn't happen...&lt;br /&gt;why do u need to cause bruises on my heart? why can't we be normal like others? why must we be so competitive? why must we act as though as we are here to make enemies?&lt;br /&gt;why can't we coorperate with each other? there's only so little of us.. it's not like we are a big group of 50 ppl...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so CHILDISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-2265763607072598873?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/2265763607072598873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/10/black-sheet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/2265763607072598873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/2265763607072598873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/10/black-sheet.html' title='black sheet......'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-2096365552030851695</id><published>2010-10-16T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T20:59:28.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhimpunan Kebangsaan Guru SeMalaysia</title><content type='html'>I had a great time there performing choir...it's another unforgetable experience for all of us to be part of the event and be the 'nucleus' of the whole event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 songs sung... &lt;br /&gt;1)Kurik Kundi&lt;br /&gt;2)Dirgahayu Tanah Airku&lt;br /&gt;3)Jalur Gemilang&lt;br /&gt;4)Negaraku&lt;br /&gt;5)1 Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;6)Malaysia Berjaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first 3 songs been conducted by En Shahril, Negaraku by Pn Nadiah and last 2 songs by Mr Mah.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the whole event ended, all of us took loads of pics... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-2096365552030851695?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/2096365552030851695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/10/perhimpunan-kebangsaan-guru-semalaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/2096365552030851695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/2096365552030851695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/10/perhimpunan-kebangsaan-guru-semalaysia.html' title='Perhimpunan Kebangsaan Guru SeMalaysia'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-1729399224998027532</id><published>2010-10-14T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T11:07:34.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recording artist.... :$</title><content type='html'>after 3 to for days of becoming a recording artist of IPG Kampus Ilmu Khas...&lt;br /&gt;we went totally cam-whore...haha....&lt;br /&gt;last monday was our last day of recording...we did recording from 4.30pm to 10.30pm... i think it's the latest we'd stayed in college....haha....&lt;br /&gt;but what is important is the experience gained...i will surely remember the memories we had together... the whole recording crew are the BEST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TLZzAM49idI/AAAAAAAAABY/US_8n24SZtM/s1600/recording+artist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TLZzAM49idI/AAAAAAAAABY/US_8n24SZtM/s320/recording+artist.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt; The recording crew&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jia En (photographer), Syafiq, Fifi, Intan, Joanne, Chia Bin, Jackson, Irfan and ME... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TLZzDPQ4OGI/AAAAAAAAABc/jdDEKy-iiFk/s1600/foursome.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TLZzDPQ4OGI/AAAAAAAAABc/jdDEKy-iiFk/s320/foursome.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;lt; The Four of Us...&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jia En, ME, Chia Bin, Joanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really great experience in doin this... :) next time we'll come out with the album....hahaha..... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-1729399224998027532?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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reach my apartmen...called my grandma...miss her too *hugss*&lt;br /&gt;watch tv till dozed off... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm continue watching wat ever show in tv.. till 8.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came in the room...prepare things for tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;9.40 pm do powerpoint slides for presentation tomorrow...haha...&lt;br /&gt;10.30 done with the slides...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the day ends..&lt;br /&gt;today is 10-10-10&lt;br /&gt;10 wishes to all&lt;br /&gt;1)LOVE&lt;br /&gt;2)SMILE&lt;br /&gt;3)HEALTH&lt;br /&gt;4)WEALTH&lt;br /&gt;5)SUCCESS&lt;br /&gt;6)BEAUTY&lt;br /&gt;7)LUCK&lt;br /&gt;8)DREAM&lt;br /&gt;9)JOY&lt;br /&gt;10)HAPPINESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 10-10-10&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;&amp;gt; =D &amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-2744488847906086365?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-824328789326457257</id><published>2010-10-10T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:22:21.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liFE......</title><content type='html'>Life is like a drop of water&lt;br /&gt;Every drip fills your life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a blooming flower&lt;br /&gt;When your life gets better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;When your life gets bumpy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;At first it isn't perfect&lt;br /&gt;But it'll slowly become one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a mountain&lt;br /&gt;At first it's tiring&lt;br /&gt;But when you reach on top&lt;br /&gt;It's worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like you and me&lt;br /&gt;Because it's what we go through every single day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-824328789326457257?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/824328789326457257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/10/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/824328789326457257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/824328789326457257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/10/life.html' title='liFE......'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-1022373516023265342</id><published>2010-09-22T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:12:25.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day......</title><content type='html'>hmm...tis morning felt better than yesterday...at least not so nausea.... thought it will be alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bt now i feel like puking.....i rub ointment ady...eat med ady....drank warm water....all the things i cud do i did..yet it doesn't fade away.....feeling so uncomfortable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night time fell like the walls of tears going to&amp;nbsp;fall apart&amp;nbsp;anytime...i dunno y...miss home??miss parents??i dunno...mayb....hmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's the shoulder i can lean on? i wanna someone to hold me tightly in their arm...i want to know that some one i could always turn to whenever i'm down....anyone i love near me?i wanna hug...i wanna cuddle.... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-1022373516023265342?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/1022373516023265342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/1022373516023265342'/><link 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toothache and have nausea feeling after everytime i eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i did some last minute coursework and managed to complete it before 11pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning woke up around 7am.. went to take a bath as usual and get prepared to go to college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first few hours we were supposed to have instrumental class...the lecturer is so good that he allows us to finish up all the assignments to be passed up today....so we did our assignments for the first few hours anf then we had pengantar pendidikan...so sleepy.....huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later we had Bahasa Inggeris Teras where we need to present our coursework to the lecturer...it had been overdue for weeks....and finally we had presented our speech and hopefully the marks is high....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now getting ready for the extra-curricular activity...it's amali time.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nex week goin to be music practical time.....another important exam before getting ready for the final....then bye bye foundation...hello degree...... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-8915296702445234519?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/8915296702445234519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-day-of-study-after-raya-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/8915296702445234519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/8915296702445234519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-day-of-study-after-raya-break.html' title='first day of study after raya break...'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-6939259099505882538</id><published>2010-09-04T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T00:39:23.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beginning of hols...</title><content type='html'>after 10 days in putrajay with almost the same menu which is chicken and cabbage for lunch and dinner, i'm finally happy that everything is over.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assignments dateline on 3rd ady handed in...so left another 5 more to go....woohoo~~~&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it can be done asap....hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having hols for 2 weeks...i wonder what will i be doin besides assignment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the long 10 days in putrajaya, now i'm sick :'( flu, cough and sorethroat....huhu..... i dun like this at all....it's been a long time since i fall sick....i dun like being sick... :( i wan to have a healthy body...i dun wan the flu especially.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-6939259099505882538?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/6939259099505882538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/09/beginning-of-hols.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/6939259099505882538'/><link rel='self' 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sleep...seriously can become pigs... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the time to online for awhile at 8pm...then wat can i say if the person that u care din tell u wat exactly happen to that person...will u not be worried for the person? can you stop thinking abt that person? wat does that person expect us to know if the person dun tell everything...even didnt reply my msges...so frm now i won't find u anymore.. u're dying or so it won't be my business anymore..dun come and find me either!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 9pm we had to go down to have briefing...bt it's nt briefing also...it's attendance taking time...haiz....the 2 guys from my class went missing...how can they do this...they will cause everyone to be in trouble due to their immature action.!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's time to sleep ady i guess... tomorrow will be waking up early to 'sahur'.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-2461720586351938471?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/2461720586351938471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/08/1st-day-in-putrajaya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/2461720586351938471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/2461720586351938471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/08/1st-day-in-putrajaya.html' title='1st day in Putrajaya'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-4776001076605736497</id><published>2010-06-23T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T01:37:24.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks hols....</title><content type='html'>there's nothing much tat i did for the past weeks....the 2nd week of my hols i gave tuition to a child....not bad....i teach and she understand....hehe.....&lt;br /&gt;the weekend before tat i went for my cousin's wedding in seremban...nothing much to talk abt it.... :P&lt;br /&gt;n now the hols is finishing....i dun wan to go back....huhu.....it means time to battle with assignments again..... :( but wat to do....student ma....haiz.....&lt;br /&gt;despite of that, i can't wait to go back to meet friends and go to GEPC........hehehe.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-4776001076605736497?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/4776001076605736497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-weeks-hols.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/4776001076605736497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/4776001076605736497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-weeks-hols.html' title='3 weeks hols....'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-6545992746745250464</id><published>2010-01-31T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:45:38.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trip to cameron highland...</title><content type='html'>my mum's school aranged a trip up to cameron highland on last friday ( 29/1/2010) till today ( 31/1/2010)..the school bus reached UPM K11 at 3.35am....OMG!! i wasa sleeping in Kak Emi's room...the journey continued from UPM till Tapah's Rest Area...it's 5.30am when we reached there....we went to clean our self up and take breakfast before goin up 2 cameron...we used the simpang pulai road...the wind was so cool... we went to a few places yesterday...most of it was the strawberry farm...then during the evening, we went to the pasar tani there...bought a pair of hand gloves for myself at the price of RM5 only....so cute...hehe....1st time ate fried ais...hehe...honey comb was delicious...cant stop eating it....lol.... then the night was so cold...nt even a thick blanket, long pants, t-shirt, n a jacket is able to give the warmness....fuh....the tap water was like chilled water...even to boil a small kettle of water took so much longer time.....haiz....jz imagine...bt once got used to the coolness there, when we reached the highway heading towards KL, the weather seems extremely hot...scorching hot....sweating all the way....b4 came down, we went to the waterfall area in Ringlet and took so many pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached KL 4 something....tiring trip bt memorable n fun.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-6545992746745250464?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/6545992746745250464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/01/trip-to-cameron-highland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/6545992746745250464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/6545992746745250464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2010/01/trip-to-cameron-highland.html' title='trip to cameron highland...'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-7987970252430058867</id><published>2010-01-27T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:38:47.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurmmm.......</title><content type='html'>so tired....got my results today...not bad...got 3.76...haha...hope can do better in this semester.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-7987970252430058867?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-8727125724379611277</id><published>2010-01-08T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:04:10.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year,new things,new resolution.....</title><content type='html'>Everyone has a new resolution in this new year 2010...in the college&amp;nbsp;learn so many&amp;nbsp;new things....more stress than before....haiz.....but hopefully&amp;nbsp;it will be a wonderful memorable year... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-8727125724379611277?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/8727125724379611277/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-5699451692521005398</id><published>2009-12-27T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T02:02:03.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy moments...</title><content type='html'>being able to take part in the process of claiming the soul of God's people is a wonderful feeling..things can be said and be done but to be part of it is more than any words could describe...tears of joy from each believers and the atmosphere is incredibly amazing..&amp;nbsp;nothing can ever prevent it from happening..b4 tis many have said how great it is 2 b part of it..but u will never understand that feeling at that moment till u experience it urself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-5699451692521005398?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/5699451692521005398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/5699451692521005398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/5699451692521005398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-moments.html' title='happy moments...'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-4658503786879676024</id><published>2009-11-20T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:12:20.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day in campus.....end of 1st semester....</title><content type='html'>after the exam, the Damaians went out to Berjaya Times Square... the main intention was to watch 2012... the movie is incredible...it makes me realise that we have to be grateful and not to keep any feelings to ourself because we&amp;nbsp;do not know what will happen to us in the future...few days back we went to midvalley and leisure mall....at midvalley we watched The Time Traveller's Wife..funny yet touching.... then to the arcade to play daydona with Lyn...we played 8 rounds...1 round of drumming...1 round of shooting...thought of bowling but the queue was so long....&lt;br /&gt;at leisure mall we went to the arcade again...daydona again..but there the daydona not nice to play coz not connected to each other....we can oni fight wif the machine...tried to play the after shock but it was so duh....played mini basketball....Jia En is the expert...4 rounds of ManX (motorbike)...I'M the CHAMPION!!!!! i have no idea how i can be the expert in that....LOL....then to the crocbite...Chia Bin was the expert and of course Jia Lyn - the expert in Daydona.....no one can beat her....my gosh.....salute her ady la.... :P&lt;br /&gt;today...went in Cosmic world....sat on the dizzy izzie twice...didnt made to the bumper cars.....and twice on the ooor's space....the dizziest of all.... :D once to the doll game...Lyn won a medium size dino named LG (LynGrace)....heheh....then to the movie...2012!!!! dunno want to describe using what word....really make u feel so sad but at the same time makes u feel u need to appreciate whatever is right in front of u..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next semester going back to the cosmic world with Lyn...!!!!!!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-4658503786879676024?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/4658503786879676024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-day-in-campusend-of-1st-semester.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/4658503786879676024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/4658503786879676024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-day-in-campusend-of-1st-semester.html' title='last day in campus.....end of 1st semester....'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-2058729145027486079</id><published>2009-11-11T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:00:26.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOYAL PEST......</title><content type='html'>invented by : jia en, jia lyn n me..&lt;br /&gt;place : velodrum, cheras&lt;br /&gt;time : 6.10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u all know there is such thing as loyal pest?? how can a pest be so loyal to one person?? it's amazing !!!&lt;br /&gt;but surely no one wants 2 have a loyal pest in their life..haha.... anyone wants can contact me...i'll be willingly pass the pest to them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-2058729145027486079?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/2058729145027486079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/11/loyal-pest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/2058729145027486079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/2058729145027486079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/11/loyal-pest.html' title='LOYAL PEST......'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-1988081043976295720</id><published>2009-10-24T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:47:51.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fats are building up from every angle......</title><content type='html'>after skipping lunch and dinner, i had a heavy super...eating nasi lemak at 11.30 pm is amazing.. how can i not be fat? i'm feeling all the fats are building themselves to form a tower...LOL....&lt;br /&gt;i hv around 1 more month to go...2 more weeks before semester exam... 50 more days to reach the deadline of my bet with my fren... :P&lt;br /&gt;tomorow wanna go back hostel earlier...n as i can recall it will be the earliest of all....haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-1988081043976295720?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/1988081043976295720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/10/fats-are-building-up-from-every-angle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/1988081043976295720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/1988081043976295720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/10/fats-are-building-up-from-every-angle.html' title='fats are building up from every angle......'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-7820754968136890399</id><published>2009-10-19T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:54:15.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best,tiring weekend....</title><content type='html'>such a great weekend....meeting up with cousins and far away relatives are nice bt too many are exhausting..overall it was bombastic to be with all my relatives at the same time.. too many funny moments to be written all over the page.. the funniest incident was the mistaken identity between my father and his younger brother (my uncle).... the tiredness of gushing here n there between the three houses makes my back ache... hope that the holidays weren't tat fast to end..am feeling so so tired to wake up from my hostel bed to go to class tomorow....LOL......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-7820754968136890399?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/7820754968136890399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/10/besttiring-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/7820754968136890399'/><link rel='self' 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dun really notice it's time to get back to the books...haiz... =.="i lost count of the number of times i felt my eyelids wanna closed within 40 minutes of lecture.....LOL...This is so damn bored... i wanna sleep.......i wanna b back home.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-3467920193307687725?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/3467920193307687725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleepiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/3467920193307687725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/3467920193307687725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleepiness.html' title='sleepiness...........'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-6432057856288230888</id><published>2009-09-27T17:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:48:43.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>does he really meant wat he said???</title><content type='html'>how m i to know whether wat had beenn said by guy can be trusted or not? do they really meant what they say? or they say it for other underlying purpose? can guys be trusted nowadays? so many doubts about guys..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-6432057856288230888?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/6432057856288230888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/09/does-he-really-meant-wat-he-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/6432057856288230888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/6432057856288230888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/09/does-he-really-meant-wat-he-said.html' title='does he really meant wat he said???'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-8370324987189043797</id><published>2009-09-27T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:41:30.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shud i or shudnt i??</title><content type='html'>hmmm....i'm in a such a dilemma....dunno which one suits me best....btw, my life in IPGM Kampus Ilmu Khas is much much happier despite of the bunch of assignments and exams coming....LOL...compared to IPGM Kampus Raja Melewar, we study a lil bit slow here...most of our lectures based on presentation...which i dun really quite like.....=Pbut, that's wat i will have to go through no matter wat happends.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-8370324987189043797?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/8370324987189043797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/09/shud-i-or-shudnt-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/8370324987189043797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/8370324987189043797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/09/shud-i-or-shudnt-i.html' title='shud i or shudnt i??'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-308607861422870660</id><published>2009-09-10T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:40:12.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mErdekA ceLebRati0n at IPGM Kampus Ilmu Khas</title><content type='html'>this morning we have the monthly assembly which also included with the 52nd Merdeka celebration. our class need&amp;nbsp; to sing choir of four songs. the national anthem, IPGM, IPGM Kampus Ilmu Khas, Tanggal 31 and lagu Malaysia satu by faizal tahir. the Malaysia Satu song is very nice to hear and rock babe...hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;wish i cud post it here now.. but too bad that the place here is using school net. every thing also block...!! haiz.....so sad....once i get back home, i'll try to post it here...&amp;nbsp; :D&lt;br /&gt;till then, take care guys...thx for still reading my post even though i didn't update it for such a long time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-308607861422870660?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/308607861422870660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/09/merdeka-celebrati0n-at-ipgm-kampus-ilmu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/308607861422870660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/308607861422870660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/09/merdeka-celebrati0n-at-ipgm-kampus-ilmu.html' title='mErdekA ceLebRati0n at IPGM Kampus Ilmu Khas'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-3852739128669937993</id><published>2009-07-23T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:02:00.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st weEk at IPGM Kampus Raja Melewar...</title><content type='html'>The orientation week was so hectic and tiring. I could hardly catch a breath during my short period of break. With addition, I need to climb up to the highest floor to get to my room. Every day, up and down the stairs. My leg felt so weak that I could even think of not getting down to the hall to attend the taklimat. Just imagine, the break time ain't enough for us to get to the bathroom. Unless about 11pm. The water there was so super cold. It's like there's ice cubes in the tank whole day long. So freezing cold.&lt;br /&gt;But it was interesting getting to know more friends and the campus. The lecturers look fierce and stern but once we get to know them, they were really good. They understand us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the SPM examination last year, I never wake up at 6 am anymore. But during the 1st week there, we were forced to wake up at 4.30am. What the ****!!!! I don't even wake up at that early when I was schooling back then. With the gloomy and sleepy eyes, all of us got up and change. Then we went down to the gym(for the nons) and have moral activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that the gym was NOT like a gym at all. No facilities could be seen anywhere in there. All that we can see was that bird's poop and feathers scattering on the floor. ARGHH!!!!! One funny incident happened there during our moral activity. One of the Indian student was asked to stand in the middle of the gym ; which is in the middle of our big circle to do a task. He was asked to dance and sing and act as a leader to us. After he finish doing his task, a bird from above gave him a nice big 'present' on his t-shirt collar. The best thing was that he didnt realize the 'gift' until his friend smelled something stinky...  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-3852739128669937993?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/3852739128669937993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/07/1st-week-at-ipgm-kampus-raja-melewar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/3852739128669937993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/3852739128669937993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/07/1st-week-at-ipgm-kampus-raja-melewar.html' title='1st weEk at IPGM Kampus Raja Melewar...'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-939159972265813692</id><published>2009-07-23T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:48:53.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inTerviEwiNg SesSioN....</title><content type='html'>It had been such a long time since my last post. Huhu...Time really flies. I h=could hardly find time to post anything new here. Luckily for me, I have some time to post a few new things that happened to me for these few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Jun I guess, I was called to attend an interview for the teaching college. I got interviewed at IPGM Kampus Temenggong Ibrahim. Around 10.40 am, the interviewee had to sit for INSAK test a.k.a the Personality Test. We had 135 questions to be answered in only half an hour period. But all of us manage to finish all the questions in that short period of time. After that, we waited for our turn to be interviewed by the two interviewers in groups and individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the group interview, we were ask to discuss on the benefits and our opinion about Ko-Kurikulum Activities in school. We took turns to talk about our opinions. When we finished, we then waited for the individual interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the 2nd person to go in the room. When my turn, they asked me to talk about my family background which includes my SPM results. Then the interviewer asked me why did I chose to be a teacher. I gave my reasons and so on. She kept asking questions and things. My interview was done in 2 languages; BM  and English. The final question asked to me was "What the the global issue happening in North Korea now?" I was like WWHHAAT?? hmmm..what should I say? I have no idea what was happening in my country. What more I know about other country? LOL...But I know they were testing my confidence in answering and facing difficulties and unknown situation. After that, I proceed back to my home and waited for the results to be announced via the net.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-939159972265813692?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/939159972265813692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/07/interviewing-session.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/939159972265813692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/939159972265813692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/07/interviewing-session.html' title='inTerviEwiNg SesSioN....'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-876837636949181916</id><published>2009-06-24T13:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:03:15.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bEst meDicinE f0r thE heAdacHe.....</title><content type='html'>If you are one of my friends in MSN, then you should know that I will be changing my numbers rite... But the real agenda of me changing my number is hidden....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember one of my post about the guy ****?? Here's  something new.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** contacted me yesterday...**** asked for my new number which of course I don't let **** know. **** also said he read my blog and follow it. What a crap to sweet talk and do nothing about it. how cud I ever believed what was said is true. When a girl's trust for someone had been betrayed, nothing ccan be done to regain the trust. NO MATTER whateva you do. * Guys, you do know that don't you? * All the sweet talk don't work after fighting. It makes me feel more hatred towards ****. So, If **** is reading this post, GET LOST from my life. I don't wanna hear anything from you. For the record, you are no longer in my MSN friend list since the day we first fought! So don't thought you are still my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya...&lt;br /&gt;the hidden agenda for changing my number is to built a new connection with a new bunch of friends and my relatives and not forgetting to get rid of the bunch of losers friends in the past especially ****!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-876837636949181916?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/876837636949181916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-medicine-f0r-headache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/876837636949181916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/876837636949181916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-medicine-f0r-headache.html' title='bEst meDicinE f0r thE heAdacHe.....'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-1307930581872331744</id><published>2009-05-31T21:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:37:05.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scho0linG dAys...PART 3</title><content type='html'>Form 4 days really flies. But there are a few memorable incidents I guess.... =P&lt;br /&gt;I remembered our additional maths' project. Our teacher was so good. She help us right from the beginning till the end. She taught use to do the formulae using excel...which now I can't even remember how...LOL...my group consist of 5 members. All of us were very playful at that time. We really take our own sweet time to finish our project; which actually made us kinda sleepless for the week before deadline. I don't believed I got the guts to do that. =P&lt;br /&gt;Ohh... There's one guy flirt around in the class. Almost all of the girls had been his gf. But luckily for me I'm not thee kind who will follow the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the form 5....&lt;br /&gt;I was active in the English Sosiety. I became the president of the Society. As usual, I participated in the debate competition. *As I can remember, our school had never represented our district to state level for a very very long time. I think the last was during my sister's time.* So, I was determine to represent the district at state level. But I know there are so many strong competitors.As we had lost to the strong ones previously. I was a lil bit scared. No one won't be so afraid. Even the teachers didn't put high hopes on us. But deep down in my heart I wanted to win this not for myself but for the school. I want to do something that could make the school reign it's glory again.&lt;br /&gt;*Why do I sounded like so.........hehe.... =)*&lt;br /&gt;After various fought, we made to the final. The best thing was that the final was held on my birthday. So everyone was saying if we won the debate competition, it will be my best present of all. I was so nervous that we won't beat the strong team. AFter debating for nearly one hour plus, the competition was over. The result will only be announce during the closing ceremony. All the debators sat together, waiting patiently with heart beating as if running. Then, the moment had arrived. The result was so slow that I felt like the world had stop turning. Everyone was so anxious to know the result. It was a shocking moment when they announced that our school had won the debate competition and the best speaker was given to my 2nd speaker. *I'm the 3rd speaker. The person who rebut all the points raised by the opponent.* The 2nd speaker went to take his trophy and ask a chance to talk a short while. No one was seeing that coming. He said, " Thank you to the judges for awarding this trophy to me. I won't be able to take this trophy if not for our team's 3rd speaker (he is refering me). So I would like to give this trophy to her and also as her birthday present." I was dumbstruck. My teacher's were looking at me and smiled. Even my other team member's too. I was so embarassed. When the ceremony was over, we took a photo at the stage to keep in the school's book. Another thing happened was that after taking the photos, all of them sang happy birthday song for me. It was so loud and unexpected. Later, we went to the canteen to have lunch. I can't forget the whole incident. If I was a person who blushes easily, surely my cheeks were blushing for the whole time. But thanks to them, I had the most memorable birthday in my life. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-1307930581872331744?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/1307930581872331744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/05/scho0ling-dayspart-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/1307930581872331744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/1307930581872331744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/05/scho0ling-dayspart-3.html' title='Scho0linG dAys...PART 3'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-3587597219985450995</id><published>2009-05-19T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:49:34.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelieveable</title><content type='html'>There are myriad kinds of human being in the world. At times you may meet someone who is so good that even the word 'amazing' is not enough to describe that person. But no doubt that there are hypocrites in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, myself met so many hypocrites. One of them is a person whom I met from somewhere out of no where. * The person name is discrete* This person (****) so sweet at first when I know ****. We chatted and called each other. I have seen **** pic and so is ****. One fine day, out of the blue we fought. He started scolding me with bad words and tell me to shut up and all the things that hurt a girl's feeling. I don't know whether **** realises or not but the words that were said can't be taken back, the feelings that were hurt ain't be cured just by saying the word 'SORRY'. There ain't anything to do when a guy hurt a girl's feeling *Guys who are reading this remember not to hurt a girl's feeling no matter you are the girl's friend or whatever. Some girls may look strong on the outside but a girl's heart and feelings is vulnerable and can't be fine as you play around with the guy friend.*&lt;br /&gt;Then its like we kinda lost in touch for sometime. * I don't know why but whenever I meet a new person or even my guy friends at school and we start texting each other, there will always a point where we sorta quiten to each other. It's kinda weird but it always happened to me.* After for sometime **** begin to text me again and say sorry and whatsoever.  I don't know what made ****'s attitude to change and appologize. Do guys think that everything will be all fine again after appologize? Girls will surely say appology accepted but here's a fact - NOTHING can be the same as before an incident happen. No matter what was that incident was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my story....&lt;br /&gt;We chatted using MSN only. We couldn't talk much for we have nothing in common anymore. Not long, the fight was been started again. And we stop chatting right until today. I didn't expect to hear from **** anymore. I had totally forgotten about ****'s existance before in one part of my life. **** was conveying ****'s concern for me which I don't really got touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how hypocrite a person can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-3587597219985450995?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/3587597219985450995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/05/unbelieveable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/3587597219985450995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/3587597219985450995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/05/unbelieveable.html' title='Unbelieveable'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-7007435770873125589</id><published>2009-04-29T20:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:37:24.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scho0linG dAys... PART 2</title><content type='html'>I remember my first day at secondary school. All the form 1 student will go through orientation week. We learned about the school compound, school song, and the school regulation. Not forgetting we make new friends. On the 2nd last day of the orientation week I was been called by one of the English teacher that apparently knew my father. At that time, I was getting ready to go back home. The teacher ask me to come to school in the evening for one audition. I was shocked because I was new at that moment. And of course I don't expect to be called for any thing yet. That evening I went to school as been told. There was so many people in the school hall. The seniors called one by one to go on the stage and express the expression they ask us in one sentence. The audition is to find new layers of artors and actresses for the drama competition. After the audition was done, I was told that I will be one of the drama club. I made friends with all of them and our friendship lasts till now. We had the drama competition among the schools to determine which school will represent the district to the state level competition. Our drama club came out with a script entitled "Jack and the Beanstalk 2". I held the role for Jasmine (the heroin).&lt;br /&gt;The story is sort of the continuation of Jack and the Beanstalk. The difference is Jack and the Beanstalk 2 happens to the son of Jack, Jack Junior (JJ). JJ was not aware of the incident that happened to the father. He too got a can of bean from a friend. He accidently threw the bean outside the window when his mother gave him a fright. [During the competition time, they judges were shocked because the beans accidently thrown near them. hehe] The next day, the beans that were scattered on the ground grew into a big long tree that leads to way up into the sky. JJ was curious with the tree. So he climb up there and met Jasmine. Jasmine and JJ were from two different worlds. Jasmine was afraid of JJ at first because of their different looks. After meeting Jasmine that day and was frighten by Jasmine's father, he planned to make friends with Jasmine. He will climb up to Jasmine's world and play with Jasmine. Not long later, Jasmine told him everything that was happening in her world and came out with a plan to unite JJ's world (human world) and her world (giant world). The conflict arose after the incident JJ's father discovered the Giant's world. They went to meet the elder and the elements of the world; Fire, Water, Soil, Wind. 2 elements hate JJ's world because they said JJ's world had cause the chaos at their place whereas the other two support the giant's world. The elder's role is almost the same a a judge. He will be the one calming the elements there against fighting. JJ and Jasmine will meet the elder every day to discuss about the matter. At last, both world united with the great effort from Jasmine and JJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the story of the drama we played. To my surprise, we won the drama competition at district level. The state level competition was held at Muar District. We did more props before the State Level Competition. But we didn't win due to other strong competitors from few other districts. We were down. Our teacher told us not to for we had done our best to win this competition after a few years we had lost to one particular school in our district.&lt;br /&gt;I was glad that we had won the drama competition that year because we gained lots more of experience at state level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the drama competition was going on, I was ask to join the debate competition. Our school was once represent the district to the state level during my sister's time. After that, our school barely made it to the finals at district level. It was quite frustrating to not be able to compete at state level. I was not expose to this competition. I was kind of blurr about what the competition was all about. Luckily for me I have a year to learn about debate. Since then, I was the 'important' one in the English club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in secondary 2, I was someone that most of the teachers would rely on. We did plan to do a study tour to KL. I was the head of the tour. The activities were been planned and arranged by our music teacher. We went to the Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra(MPO), visit the HQ of LRT. Our visit to MPO was the best of all. We were told that we was the 1st group from Johor to arrive at MPO. A day before the concert, we went there and was told about the do's and dont's, history of MPO, and the performance that we were going to see the next day. The hall was so huge. There were sits for the VVIP's and so many more. It is like the ones that we will usually see in the TV. The feeling was unspeakable. There's no words can be associated with the feeling that we experience. After the performance, the conductor came to use and chit chatted with us. We even took a picture for our rememberence. In addition, our picture was been publish in a newspaper the following day. It was so remarkable. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year I'm sitting for my PMR examination was a stressful year. So many things to revise and with the activities I was involved, I felt like the 24-hours wasn't enough for me to use. But thank God, everything went well eventhough we didn't win the debate competition. I was gaining more and more knowledge and experience. It was a not so great year for me though. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-7007435770873125589?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/7007435770873125589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/04/scho0ling-days-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/7007435770873125589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/7007435770873125589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/04/scho0ling-days-part-2.html' title='Scho0linG dAys... PART 2'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-417191623167743792</id><published>2009-04-22T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:07:41.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost hope</title><content type='html'>What job am I going to do when I work? How high education will I go? Where shall I go to pursue my dreams? When will I be very confident about my future?&lt;br /&gt;Aaarggghh.... I'm sick and tired of all this? Why can't I get into anything that I applied?? Why must I be wondering what my future holds for me? Why!Why!Why!! I don't understand. My friends know where they were going to head to. What about me? Where am I going?&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-417191623167743792?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/417191623167743792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/417191623167743792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/417191623167743792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-hope.html' title='lost hope'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-9217429731114918650</id><published>2009-04-18T15:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:37:37.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scho0linG dAys... PART1</title><content type='html'>My parents sent me to SK school which is near to my house when I was 7 years old. I remembered one incident that happened to me when I was in primary one. It's so embarrassing. There was one particular day that I went back to school after a week off due to my fever or chicken pox. I don't really remember what I was going through that time. My neigbour's granddaughter was my best friend. We will spent our time together playing games like cooking, and also study on our weak subjects. Moreover her mother was teaching in the same school. So I spent most of my time in her house.&lt;br /&gt;*back to my original story*&lt;br /&gt;The day I went back to school, I saw nurses came to school to give the students injection. I can't remember what injection was that for. Hehe.. SInce I was a young girl, I was terrified to see needle. I don't know why. I think I'm phobia with needles for no reason. I'm still afraid of it now.. Usually when the nurses come, I'll be the last person to be jab. I'll ask all of my classmates to go first. And of course my turn still come at last. So I will be looking else where when the nurse get the needle ready. Sometimes, if I get to a nice nurse, then she will talk to me to distract my attention from the needle. But it don't work for me. No matter what she say or do I will still have the fear in my head. The funny thing is that I cried when I got the injection. Haha... I can't stop crying. My friends all were looking at me. Some of them were laughing at me. An old friend of my mother who was working as the Guru Penolong Kanan there came to the rescue. She was being told by the teachers I guess that I was crying. So she brought me to call back home. My parents were buzy at that moment. So they can't fetch me. My brother and sister were studying. So she brought me with her to her class. I sat behind while she wazs teaching. Later, my parents came and took me home.&lt;br /&gt;After that incident, my friends start teasing me for crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in primary 4, the school provide the students chinese class. I attended the class with one friend (malay) and my mum's friend son (chinese). He's older than me 1 year. We attend the class together. Everytime we were in the class, we will find a place for all three of us. Whosoever reach first is responsible to find place for the others. When the teacher was teaching, the 3 of us will chit chat. Hehe.. The teacher would always stare at us because we were too noisy. *I can't believe a was so naughty* We had been sitting together, helping each other with the homework until one fine day. I had no idea what had happend. My mum came home and ask me whether I pak tor with him or not. I was shocked. At that time, we was so naive. Didn't think of anything besides being friends. Don't know how can the rumors came out saying that we were couple. Haiz. My mum said his mother went to school and complaint about the rumour. My mum also was shocked with the incident and came home quickly to ask me about it. Which in turn I was speechless, knowing next to nothing. From then on, my friend and me don't even talk to him or sit with him anymore. Even when we walk into each other, we will look elsewhere. Even when we were studying in the same secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been elected as a prefect from primary two till primary six. The teachers look up on me. And I hold the record of the longest time of being a prefect in my family. My brother and sister was a prefect when they were in primary six. Whereas, my youngest sister became a librarian only. My parents will always tease my siblings saying that they were not as discipline as I am. I will laugh at them most of the time and boast about it. The prefect chart will be dominated by the prefect in primary six. When I was in primary six, all the prefects bet who will going to be the president and vice president. The president was one bright student from my class (6Aman). We thought that the prson who will holding the post of Vice President will be another friend of mine (Nabilah). But our discipline teacher haven't officially inform who holds the post of the President and Vice President. As usual, the students will hear rumours about who will going to get that post and so on. The teachers were talking about it too. One day, when I was making sure that no student were loitering at the canteen with the other group members, the discipline teacher (Mr. Majid) called me into the teachers' dining area. He was eating at the moment when he ask me whether who I think should be holding the Vice president post. I gave a few names and reasons of my choices. He listens and then said, the teachers had all agreed to elect me as the Vice president. I was shocked. I couldn't believe that the teachers put such high expectations on me. I even told him that I'm not good enough to be the Vice President. He told me to believe in myself. He said that he knows I can serve the school well and hope that I will not turn down the offer. After hearing the reasons the teachers chose me, I accepted the post willingly and promise that I will do my very best. My responsibilities are no longer in my group only but the whole school prefects. Me and the President did a few new changes in the prefects board. We came out with new time table for every prefect during the weekly assembly. We put prefects in-charge for the MC, reading vow, reciting prayer and a person to make sure the PA system is working well. During the assembly time, the president and me will roam at each block to make sure no one was trying to escape the assembly. It was fun. Eventhough the responsibility was big but I enjoyed my work. I don't complaint about anything. I do miss my primary school. I hope I can turn back the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-9217429731114918650?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/9217429731114918650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/04/scho0ling-days-part1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/9217429731114918650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/9217429731114918650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/04/scho0ling-days-part1.html' title='Scho0linG dAys... PART1'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-4181140763965652647</id><published>2009-04-18T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:39:39.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>b0ring day</title><content type='html'>Today the weather is so hot. So nice if there's swimming pool nearby. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for the maktab result to come out. If I didn't get it then I wouldn't know where shall I go. But it's kinda weird that I don't feel anything. I mean everyone sure will feel nervous before the result comes out. I don't have that feeling at all. Not a single feeling of nervous or what-so-ever. Haiz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there's nothing much to do. So boring..!!! Feel like going to the beach but the place is full of tents for the carnival. What to do...?? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-4181140763965652647?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/4181140763965652647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/04/b0ring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/4181140763965652647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/4181140763965652647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/04/b0ring-day.html' title='b0ring day'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-5415265421871220813</id><published>2009-04-17T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:16:48.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inexpressible</title><content type='html'>Today after sending my sisters to school, I went to the beach. The sea water was so beautiful, blue-ish green in colour. I like to sit and be mesmerized by the work of God. I can't really say it's beautiful because it was way beyond that. Unfortunately, I can't stay long.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm down, the first thing that cross my mind will be "BEACH!!"&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. Maybe it is because whenever I see the sea, I'll feel calm and safe.&lt;br /&gt;I'll surely miss the sea when I go further my studies...&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-5415265421871220813?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/5415265421871220813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/04/inexpressible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/5415265421871220813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/5415265421871220813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/04/inexpressible.html' title='Inexpressible'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256612084594303594.post-1422015386046158910</id><published>2009-04-15T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:44:20.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life after receiving my P license</title><content type='html'>The time of being fetch by other people is over. I am the 'driver' for my sisters now. After I passed my JPJ exam, everyone was asking about my P license. "When will you receive your license?", "Can you fetch us out?" ,etc.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone bombat me with questions every day without fail. Until the day I got my license of course. Starting from that moment, the scenario of my life after SPM which I had in my mind since the lat day of the SPM examination vanished into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of imagining my life would me very relaxing after taking the SPM examination. My daily chores would be cleaning the house, tidying my room, helping around in the kitchen and most of the time spending infront of the TV; watching my favourite TV series, drama, movie and music videos.*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, around 2pm, I get a call from my sister asking me to fetch her from school and back to school at 5pm. I was scared at 1st because  didn't even done any test drive with the cars avilable at home. So I called my father to fetch my sister home. Later that evening, I went for my 1st test diving with my dad using Kancil. My legs were shivering as if I was taking test with the JPJ. So my father told me the direction to go. I went to the Industrial area, the village where I was living in, Taman Wawasan, way to the school and then back home through the hill. I was so scared that I didn't exceed 40km/hour. My dad was so patient with me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was assigned to fetch my two dear sisters back and forth to school. Not forgetting that I was heping my aunt with her business account. I will only go into the office after they come back from the shop so my working hours is like 1-2 hours daily. hehe.... Can I even consider it as working...?? ^o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night I will stay at my grandparents's house. After my last paper, I stayed at my grandparent's house. Accompany them because no one else were there besides the maid. Well I was the 'best' grandchild they could ever ask for. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay awake until aroung 1-2 am then only let my eyes rest. The other days were almost the same. But sometimes I will have to go out to my aunt's shop to help around if they ned help of course...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256612084594303594-1422015386046158910?l=mysecretport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/feeds/1422015386046158910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-life-after-receiving-my-p-license.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/1422015386046158910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256612084594303594/posts/default/1422015386046158910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretport.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-life-after-receiving-my-p-license.html' title='my life after receiving my P license'/><author><name>gracewee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316002270071049854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onh07dad22c/TCD154MBoaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjqAibasS-E/S220/12062010132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
