<?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-3567209484142765608</id><updated>2012-01-31T23:54:23.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream big.. ™</title><subtitle type='html'>Possibilities are always there</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>542</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-8353242375835002558</id><published>2012-01-31T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T23:54:23.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All that thinking is wearing me out</title><content type='html'>And so I decided it's time for what I call 'snap a picture of myself before I snap my temper in front of anybody.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-86jraPH6f6I/TygOrVtgfFI/AAAAAAAABVw/ujNv6TFlLAc/s640/blogger-image--1353348606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-86jraPH6f6I/TygOrVtgfFI/AAAAAAAABVw/ujNv6TFlLAc/s640/blogger-image--1353348606.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-8353242375835002558?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/8353242375835002558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=8353242375835002558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/8353242375835002558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/8353242375835002558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-that-thinking-is-wearing-me-out.html' title='All that thinking is wearing me out'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-86jraPH6f6I/TygOrVtgfFI/AAAAAAAABVw/ujNv6TFlLAc/s72-c/blogger-image--1353348606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-6649152996007054703</id><published>2012-01-26T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T18:05:01.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That lonely moment</title><content type='html'>Every now and then, we will all go through this moment in life where it feels like all the people in the world are constantly around us, yet, we feel terribly wrong, depressed, lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest decisions in my life is yet again to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who left me in my deepest sorrow, having no mercy watching me sink in the sea of depression. All alone in an alien world, having no one to turn to, no one to hold on to. And now after I rose, came back asking for forgiveness, with the thought of keeping me, for life. To make sure I am forever his, till death do us part. Though, half of the knot has been tied with someone else. Making me the evil one to say yes to the proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one, has been with me all along the good and the bad, but has somehow move one step forward into adulthood, but three steps back to adolescent. Not taking time to think deep into decisions, always assume of only the worst, lack of sense of responsibility, leadership, the urge to move forward in life. Should I mention a third person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think of this deep, I require time. I require people whom I can seek guidance. I need to be in peace, to be able to urge myself in making the correct decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To back out of one, hence risking staring all over again. Or to hold on to another, and sit in a pool of insecurity of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Your humble servant, beg to You Allah, to ray my heart with Your Nur, to pass this test. I know that You will never give such hard time that is beyond Your servant's capability. Hence I know I can get pass this with Your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effort.&lt;br /&gt;And doa.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly tawakal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-6649152996007054703?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/6649152996007054703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=6649152996007054703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6649152996007054703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6649152996007054703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-lonely-moment.html' title='That lonely moment'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-8858359234042889001</id><published>2012-01-25T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T18:33:53.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To describe that particular moment</title><content type='html'>Ever found yourself lost in words to describe how you feel at a particular moment in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may deny the aid of songs to do that, claiming that it's lame, that it's of a teen's nature, that how can someone else describe it for you if the feeling itself comes from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS to all that. We all know we have a particular song for every specific moment in our lives. Let it be presenting that strong persona in you, or the will to strive, even those heartbreak moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, even before this has been internationally acclaimed and awarded. Phrases 'never mind I'll find someone like you. I wish nothing but the best for you' had already been that particular moment of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was undeniably one of the worst situation to be in, yet it is a relieve knowing that somewhere out there someone else is going through the exact same experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence proving the point, you never really do go through a situation where no one else has ever been. Hence reminding us, we are humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made.&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste.&lt;br /&gt;Precisely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-8858359234042889001?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/8858359234042889001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=8858359234042889001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/8858359234042889001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/8858359234042889001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-describe-that-particular-moment.html' title='To describe that particular moment'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-6157684660794486718</id><published>2012-01-24T05:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T17:59:51.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be 'less tangled.'</title><content type='html'>To be 'less tangled.' We all should.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gD74L5GHOZE/TyBvdpEP1pI/AAAAAAAABVc/Pd8_c5iOeuY/s640/blogger-image-1016817166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gD74L5GHOZE/TyBvdpEP1pI/AAAAAAAABVc/Pd8_c5iOeuY/s640/blogger-image-1016817166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-6157684660794486718?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/6157684660794486718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=6157684660794486718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6157684660794486718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6157684660794486718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-be-tangled.html' title='To be &apos;less tangled.&apos;'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gD74L5GHOZE/TyBvdpEP1pI/AAAAAAAABVc/Pd8_c5iOeuY/s72-c/blogger-image-1016817166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-5645008788001203558</id><published>2012-01-23T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T18:27:47.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That thought of betrayal</title><content type='html'>Someone waved that betrayal flag right at your face, and what do you do? Wave it at someone else's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I always the last option of everybody's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the people who choose to turn their back on me in making decisions, I expected the least that it would be you. In fact, I didn't even put you in the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperation pushes one to make decisions though they will turn unwise. Fine. I get that. But from who I see, you are more likely getting out of a dragon's mouth and into the demon's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were in this desperate situation, and yet you choose to bail yourself out using another option that leaves you in desperation. I'm sorry. I keep on repeating this cause I just can't take what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You? Out of all people in the world, you? Even when you have me to seek, but YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do tell me, just between us, who dissapeared the most, leaving the other hanging by a thread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel betrayed. Though, it has already took place. We can't change that. Fine. Just never, EVER seek them again. And I'm saying this cause I can't always be there to bail you out of it. Not because I don't want to though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget to straighten things up. I went to great lengths to bail you out of the situation. Kindly come back with feedback, follow up or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please learn from this.&lt;br /&gt;Please remember I'm here always for you to seek.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-5645008788001203558?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/5645008788001203558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=5645008788001203558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5645008788001203558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5645008788001203558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-thought-of-betrayal.html' title='That thought of betrayal'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-8002471391845660196</id><published>2011-12-29T04:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T04:18:06.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I was randomly checking out (not stalking!) people's pages and I found this post that crakced me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PERINGATAN UTK SEMUA!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minta sebarkan kpd lain2 juga..Jangan masuk toilet pada jam 23:57minit, 31/12/2011 kerana anda mungkin akan keluar drpd toilet tersebut pd tahun depan!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Which translates,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"THIS IS A REMINDER FOR ALL!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do spread the words. Do not enter the washroom at 2357hr on the 31st December 2011 as you might end up getting out of it next year!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, nice. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The person who posted this must be a damn genius to figure out a way to avoid people missing out a year just by entering the washroom. Ahh.. crap. But it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Counting the days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahh.. can't wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As though I'm anticipating something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-8002471391845660196?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/8002471391845660196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=8002471391845660196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/8002471391845660196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/8002471391845660196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-few-days.html' title='The last few days'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-7091329074493984690</id><published>2011-12-15T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T03:33:26.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I was staring at the pc monitor, blankly. While clicking this and that with the mouse, changing the layout of my blog. And out of the randomness, it just hit me that I wanted to post an entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course, judging by the entry before, it looked like most likely I would never post another entry as someone just had to be my hater/stalker, like I'm a Kardashian or something. But after a fews months, and some random search of my name on Google, seems like that someone had stop hating/stalking me. Thank you, you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss those days of anticipating every day to end so that I could put another entry to my virtual reflection of life. That feeling of trying as hard as I could to potray every details of my days to keep myself reminded of what I've went through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I am reminded how much I need to do this so much to put my sorrow aside and remind myself that I have kept that sorrow in a virtual space and out of me so to leave myself at peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Frankly, I have yet to find the words to put it to cast away these sorrows. And unfortunately that has leave me the option of keeping it in me and bear with it until the day comes where I have to face it in reality and perhaps, go through another heart-breaking episode of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I cannot sit through this anymore. I cannot build something out of nothing and loose it again. I cannot start all over and take baby steps one more time. I just, can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Giving up' has been on my mind lately. Please pray that with God's will, I can still stand strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once you burn a bridge, you can't really cross it again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once the faith is gone, the trust will follow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-7091329074493984690?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/7091329074493984690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=7091329074493984690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/7091329074493984690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/7091329074493984690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2011/12/out-of-randomness.html' title='Out of the randomness'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-5400657101575447154</id><published>2010-08-23T03:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T03:30:08.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO CAN PLAY THAT GAME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you. I'm talking bout you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I kind of have a number of stalkers on my list, there are some however, who are quite annoying, like the one I'm talking bout in this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seriously think that the world is about you, don't you? I'm curious though. How in the world do you find the time to stalk me? I mean, you do have a tight schedule, right? Well, whatever. Two can play that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN STALK YOU TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, why does it take me until now to realized that I can do the same? I have one answer in mind. Cause I'm not as insane as you are! To find even the slightest opportunity to grab hold of anything about me. And the worst of all, to even ask your friends to stalk me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Enough, Su. Don't wanna be like that 'person' now do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off!&lt;br /&gt;I hate you!&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-5400657101575447154?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/5400657101575447154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=5400657101575447154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5400657101575447154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5400657101575447154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/08/two-can-play-that-game.html' title='TWO CAN PLAY THAT GAME!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-5340525607236817355</id><published>2010-08-14T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T03:09:51.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Breaking Fast..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The chrinicle begins with the invitation from Kak Fiza to come and dine with her for today's break fast menu. Okay, so I woke up early enough for that. Apparently the person who's passing the invitation was not even out of bed yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll wake her up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time now, almost 1830H. Heck, aren't we supposed to break fast in less than one hour? Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then Jas buzzed Kak Fiza, and she was like, "Will reach in 5-10 minutes.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like, "What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut it short. Went to this bazaar just to look for Kak Baby's &lt;em&gt;murtabak&lt;/em&gt;. Deng. How are you supposed to look for &lt;em&gt;murtabak&lt;/em&gt; at the near end of today's fasting hours? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, she didn't get it, by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we moved on to Jalan Alor. Food was great, seriously. Thank you oh-so-very-much! :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we hung around there around like, what, three to four hours? Fuh~ My ass was aching, that's for sure. After all that, went to Kak Fiza's home to send the kids, and drove all the way to Q Bistro, Bandar Tasik Permaisuri. Hence, the status nonsense on my FB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gout. Bhaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm crapping..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe cause I only have 16 days left..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm makign it sound as if it's like a death sentence, aren't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-5340525607236817355?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/5340525607236817355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=5340525607236817355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5340525607236817355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5340525607236817355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/08/chronicles-of-breaking-fast.html' title='The Chronicles of Breaking Fast..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-4058714635321317806</id><published>2010-08-10T18:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T17:37:42.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting prepared, mentally..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT &amp;amp; LRT services, checked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight tickets, checked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not the booking. Just a view on the fares, time of departure, time of arrival, blah, blah, blah. I am so not freaking ready to convert my currency to Singaporean Dollar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are to report at the Gleneagles Hospital Lecture Theater on the 1st of September 2010, 0900H. To wear '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;civilian clothing but to avoid singlet, shorts, bermuda &amp;amp; sandals, slippers.' Well, how bout that? Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, pick one. By bus, by train or by flight? Let's just say we exclude money issues on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, my, my, my..&lt;br /&gt;What makes the world go high, high, high, high..&lt;br /&gt;Nut bag! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-4058714635321317806?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/4058714635321317806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=4058714635321317806' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/4058714635321317806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/4058714635321317806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/08/getting-prepared-mentally.html' title='Getting prepared, mentally..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-5630206332739721703</id><published>2010-08-09T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:39:06.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When internal conflict gets you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was watching 'The Spiderwick Chronicles' when I got to this scene where Lucinda told Jared and Mallory,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Each day, I would stare at that drive way, hoping my father would return and hold me in his arms again, but he never did.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TGAvD_Qj6WI/AAAAAAAABRE/s-WfQ2mQrI8/s1600/spiderwick-chronicles12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TGAvD_Qj6WI/AAAAAAAABRE/s-WfQ2mQrI8/s200/spiderwick-chronicles12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503450490213755234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Then reality struck me. And damn, it was painful alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Reality, Su. Please come back to that. We've been wishing for the same thing for years. And we're not letting ourselves grow old like Lucinda and still hoping for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yes. I AM over that. I wonder though. I've watched this movie dozens of times. But why today, today out of all days, that I feel a sudden rush of loneliness creeping in my bones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;And right after Lucinda said those words, the camera turned to Mallory, just right before warm tears flow down her cheeks. So did mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;It is hard for me to say this, truly it is. But I'm sorry. I am really, REALLY sorry. I know, I may have made some people had high hopes on me not migrating to Singapore. Truth is, the chances of me NOT going is 40-60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;So I was talking to myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Stop it, Su! Get real!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Stop faking it! You said you are a very honest person, even when the truth hurts. So why are you being fake now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;"What do you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Don't you 'what do you mean?' me! Look at yourself! Why are you faking that smile on your face? Why can't you just break down into tears and let everyone know how truly unhappy you are inside?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;And suddenly my face turned red from the rush of blood through the vessels, tears started filling my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;After a moment,  I continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Yes, I admit it, I am terribly unhappy with the situation now. But tell me, how can I make myself happy if I take a selfish act of leaving everyone behind in my decision? One heart broken is nothing compared to all the hearts that I succeed in making them happy! And no, I will not cry. Because growing up the way I did taught me that crying does NOT solve anything. In fact, it'll only show how fragile and weak you are. And I am not letting people say that about me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Oh, dear. Su, please, sometimes even I don't understand you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;After that conversation to myself, I took a walk outside, pressed the lift button, stand there and waited for the lift to open. You can see your reflection there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Good heavens! It was crystal clear. I saw it when I saw my reflection. All full of sadness, and I could see how broken I was, how much my heart is shattered into pieces. And I hid all that, in this fake smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dear God, what has happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;About Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Will you guys promise to come and visit me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;:')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-5630206332739721703?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/5630206332739721703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=5630206332739721703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5630206332739721703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5630206332739721703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-internal-conflict-gets-you.html' title='When internal conflict gets you..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TGAvD_Qj6WI/AAAAAAAABRE/s-WfQ2mQrI8/s72-c/spiderwick-chronicles12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-8399397486614619436</id><published>2010-08-07T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T20:59:06.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's going on in this world anyway? Strangers are calling me, asking 'who am I speaking to?' and tell telling me that I live in Ampang and stuff. Fuck? What are you? Some kind of stalker or something? Buzz off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. Not to mention that I got friend requests on FB from the weirdest people ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everything is turning upside down! Feel like plucking my head off and sink it in the ocean or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please..&lt;br /&gt;I need something to get these out of my head..&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-8399397486614619436?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/8399397486614619436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=8399397486614619436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/8399397486614619436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/8399397486614619436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/08/shit.html' title='Shit!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-5348676316185504260</id><published>2010-08-06T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T19:16:52.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 days, and getting lesser and lesser..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guys, I have some news for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might notice, I have just graduated from college and currently enjoying my sweet time doing nothing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have something very serious to consider while I'm still so, so free like I am now. I have to consider the working contract I'm tied to. The one that says I'll have to work in Parkway East Hospital, Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contract is for five years. FIVE years. I'll have to move there, no, I can't stay in JB cause the distance to the hospital is quite far. I'll have to leave KL, leave Ampang, leave Malacca, leave the whole Malaysia! And sadly, leave all of you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's a good opportunity for youngsters to work in foreign countries. Look at me, I'm still 22. By the time I finish my contract, I'll be somewhere around 27. Being under 30, will all the experience, could be a great add in my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of that when I first signed up for the contract. But after three years, things change. Now I have more to consider. More people not to leave behind. And to me, it's not l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ike I can't get a job here in Malaysia itself. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused. What should I do? If I go, yes, it'll be good for my career and stuff. But I wont be happy. I'll be working like a robot, wishing the five years would end faster and faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do? Would you just go, regardless of being unhappy, or stay and work in Malaysia instead and miss your opportunity to work in Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFvu_W3kYfI/AAAAAAAABQ8/sxdwdGBNhBQ/s1600/portfolio_parkway_east_header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFvu_W3kYfI/AAAAAAAABQ8/sxdwdGBNhBQ/s320/portfolio_parkway_east_header.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502254142001013234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone told me, 'experience in good. You can get experience wherever you go. It doesn't mean that by working in Singapore, you'll get the best working experience ever.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna leave Malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-5348676316185504260?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/5348676316185504260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=5348676316185504260' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5348676316185504260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5348676316185504260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/08/24-days-and-getting-lesser-and-lesser.html' title='24 days, and getting lesser and lesser..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFvu_W3kYfI/AAAAAAAABQ8/sxdwdGBNhBQ/s72-c/portfolio_parkway_east_header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-7689044870336090888</id><published>2010-08-05T05:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T05:25:29.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wink~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fasting month is coming. Huhu. This is going to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am freaking going to fast in two different countries. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shessshh, Su. Wake up and smell the coffee. Singapore's not THAT far away. There's even a (correct me if I'm wrong, please!) bridge connecting Johor to Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore this entry, please..&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not feeling like me..&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-7689044870336090888?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/7689044870336090888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=7689044870336090888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/7689044870336090888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/7689044870336090888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/08/wink.html' title='Wink~'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-7659870099265018271</id><published>2010-08-04T21:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:27:18.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Su Rynt to Ian Noor Rush.. Do you copy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The story of my phone getting wrecked really, REALLY made me pissed off. Damn it, I'm NOT working for God's sake, how am I supposed to replace my phone?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as (though not according to the exact day) planned, my dear brother and I were having this conversation on what phone should I buy to replace my old one. Yes, I could use this as an opportunity to get any other model available in the market, but I think I'm gonna stick to Sony Ericsson. Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note to you dear readers. If I'm known for my so-called skills and knowledge of computers, multimedia, graphics, blah, blah, blah, my brother, on the other hand, is some what of an expert when it comes to cell phones. They call him the walking talking cell phone encyclopedia. Ask him any model from any manufacturers. He can give you the specifications, the reviews, the value, etc of that particular phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. And I thought I'm a geek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after countless reviews which got my brother's fingers a need for a serious manicure, I've finally came to the final four picks of what phone should I get, which are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFmOinEUgMI/AAAAAAAABQM/RA7Zt0ptYB8/s1600/blackberry-pearl-flip-8220_LRG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFmOinEUgMI/AAAAAAAABQM/RA7Zt0ptYB8/s200/blackberry-pearl-flip-8220_LRG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501585145063571650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFmOi4M6eAI/AAAAAAAABQU/mKeytEcvEps/s1600/blackberry-storm-9500-pictures-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFmOi4M6eAI/AAAAAAAABQU/mKeytEcvEps/s200/blackberry-storm-9500-pictures-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501585149663016962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFmOjrG8sZI/AAAAAAAABQc/mr0Y9pSdWa0/s1600/sonyericsson-g705-0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFmOjrG8sZI/AAAAAAAABQc/mr0Y9pSdWa0/s200/sonyericsson-g705-0221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501585163328205202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFmOibFkM4I/AAAAAAAABQE/DnRIkg_S6IE/s1600/aino-a-new-sony-ericsson-slider-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFmOibFkM4I/AAAAAAAABQE/DnRIkg_S6IE/s200/aino-a-new-sony-ericsson-slider-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501585141847569282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. no need to say anything. One thing's for sure. This is TOTALLY gonna burn my pocket! Deng~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said there's no Wi-Fi feature in Storm..&lt;br /&gt;Why, why, why?!&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-7659870099265018271?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/7659870099265018271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=7659870099265018271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/7659870099265018271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/7659870099265018271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/08/su-rynt-to-ian-noor-rush-do-you-copy.html' title='Su Rynt to Ian Noor Rush.. Do you copy?'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFmOinEUgMI/AAAAAAAABQM/RA7Zt0ptYB8/s72-c/blackberry-pearl-flip-8220_LRG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-6862558118385539102</id><published>2010-08-03T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T01:17:50.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you 'latah'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha. Ain is coming over and spending the night here today. She's the kind of person who 'melatah.' Is there an English word for 'melatah'? Please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Ain. But I just couldn't help myself from getting you 'melatah.' I know, it's tiring for you. But it wont be 'you' if I don't make you 'melatah.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She danced. Yes, she danced. I like~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the evil in me telling I shouldn't stop..&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-6862558118385539102?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/6862558118385539102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=6862558118385539102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6862558118385539102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6862558118385539102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/08/do-you-latah.html' title='Do you &apos;latah&apos;?'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-243561571338164723</id><published>2010-08-02T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:29:28.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes SuRynt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am SuRynt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I may be a nobody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But someday I'll turn out to be a somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I do have feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes, certain people can break me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But no, it's not going to be easy for you to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was brought up to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be tough when the going gets tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though I am in some way, spoiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will survive whatever that may come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I may fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I may cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I may break down into tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I will rise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will crawl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will take baby steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I may fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I'm built of the reality of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that has made me stronger than you think I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am SuRynt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop bugging me, you stalker!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-243561571338164723?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/243561571338164723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=243561571338164723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/243561571338164723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/243561571338164723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-makes-surynt.html' title='What makes SuRynt?'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-8765208686908824203</id><published>2010-08-01T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T01:24:59.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August.. haiiissh~</title><content type='html'>You know what this means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so do not want this.&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/3567209484142765608-8765208686908824203?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/8765208686908824203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=8765208686908824203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/8765208686908824203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/8765208686908824203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-haiiissh.html' title='August.. haiiissh~'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-886890330311829750</id><published>2010-07-31T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T01:11:48.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Impossible Part II..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes. Part II. Like Part I wasn't annoying enough! Huh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like yesterday, went to college the same way I got there yesterday. Picked up the certificate, photos, and uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I had to carry extra luggage. It just so happen that some people didn't take some stuff and I have to take it for them. There you go. Extra pairs of uniform which includes three blouses and two pants, and one plastic bag with five pieces of photos and two frames in it. Plus mine of those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFhNhyU7kLI/AAAAAAAABPc/AcmVBMZDrx4/s1600/37505_416762212757_633382757_4740158_1512231_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFhNhyU7kLI/AAAAAAAABPc/AcmVBMZDrx4/s200/37505_416762212757_633382757_4740158_1512231_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501232187673645234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFhNi2rtM-I/AAAAAAAABP8/MNnDTXj1liE/s1600/38102_416762327757_633382757_4740160_7275690_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFhNi2rtM-I/AAAAAAAABP8/MNnDTXj1liE/s200/38102_416762327757_633382757_4740160_7275690_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501232206022783970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFhNiu4FyxI/AAAAAAAABP0/CkwiHpod2zU/s1600/38102_416762322757_633382757_4740159_5112179_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFhNiu4FyxI/AAAAAAAABP0/CkwiHpod2zU/s200/38102_416762322757_633382757_4740159_5112179_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501232203927243538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFhNiSzUtBI/AAAAAAAABPs/_JLzHMTDhf4/s1600/37809_416762512757_633382757_4740168_6304727_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFhNiSzUtBI/AAAAAAAABPs/_JLzHMTDhf4/s200/37809_416762512757_633382757_4740168_6304727_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501232196391056402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFhNiECGtqI/AAAAAAAABPk/Q2DHdOUKjbA/s1600/37563_416762422757_633382757_4740166_6408083_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFhNiECGtqI/AAAAAAAABPk/Q2DHdOUKjbA/s200/37563_416762422757_633382757_4740166_6408083_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501232192426522274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter. I made it back home, alive. Luckily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the graduation pictures..&lt;br /&gt;Haha, funny..&lt;br /&gt;Hey, they gave a soft copy.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-886890330311829750?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/886890330311829750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=886890330311829750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/886890330311829750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/886890330311829750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/07/mission-impossible-part-ii.html' title='Mission Impossible Part II..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFhNhyU7kLI/AAAAAAAABPc/AcmVBMZDrx4/s72-c/37505_416762212757_633382757_4740158_1512231_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-1659732586741294502</id><published>2010-07-30T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T01:07:46.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Impossible Part I..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, right. So, 'impossible.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to college today to pick up my diploma cert, graduation pictures and the uniforms. Well, due to the extended hours of staying up last night, it had led to me waking up late today. Well, not so late. I just didn't wake up on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like always, took the cab, went to the nearest LRT station, and took a bus to the college. Look, I've already called the staff there and inform that I was coming. Got there around 1200H. Fuck. Nobody was there! The staff said that they're coming back only after 1430H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I have nothing else better to do! Did I mention I have to rush to Bukit Indah to take some stuff after that? Huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So I left the college, and went to Bukit Indah. It's not like I didn't inform these people that I was coming, but still, they weren't there when I arrived! Then what is the fuck is the function of a cell phone if you can't even send even one stupid text message saying that you were currently not there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck! When I did it, they said I'm no good managing my time, or terrible in communication. Then what the fuck is me calling to tell you I'm coming, and when I got there, not a single body was present?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I settled the Bukit Indah thing. But I have to go to college tomorrow to take the certificate and the photos. Oh, and also the uniforms. Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must sleep early..&lt;br /&gt;Must wake up early tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;Like that'll happen! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-1659732586741294502?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/1659732586741294502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=1659732586741294502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/1659732586741294502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/1659732586741294502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/08/mission-impossible-part-i.html' title='Mission Impossible Part I..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-2248653252775214597</id><published>2010-07-29T04:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T04:21:53.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have news..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mama text me. My uncle has cancer, and currently in (he's from Perak) KL, for chemo. Know what this means? Well, let me ring the bell. Cancer cells are passed down in your genes. The risk of you getting cancer is higher if you have a family member who has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a nurse. I know what it's like for a cancer patient. How the patient has to cope with the intensive treatment they have to go through. How the family members have to go through the pain of watching their loved ones suffer. It's really a lot to digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how should I tell them, or better yet, Mama herself of what's running through my mind now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to scream, shout, even cry if I have to..&lt;br /&gt;It's all too much..&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I may break down, but I'll get up..&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm SuRynt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-2248653252775214597?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/2248653252775214597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=2248653252775214597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2248653252775214597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2248653252775214597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-news.html' title='I have news..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-6295359478389350411</id><published>2010-07-28T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T22:41:48.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the midst of rain..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Out of pure boredom, guess what Jas, Bob and I did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good old karaoke! Bhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Due to the 'no transport' status of ours, we took a cab to Bandar Tasik Permaisuri and sang our hearts out for two hours. Tralala~ Well, you know what I sang. The usual. Reason? Cause those are the only songs I know. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, we got there by cab. So our journey back home must also be the same method we used to get there. Heck. It was (I hope not due to our singing) raining. Can you imagine us on the empty street, running in the rain, trying to get a cab. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the end, one of Bob's friend was around, so he gave us a ride home. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like it was forever since the last time we went here..&lt;br /&gt;Should come with Ifa, Matt, Nana &amp;amp; Tribar..&lt;br /&gt;That'll be something.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-6295359478389350411?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/6295359478389350411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=6295359478389350411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6295359478389350411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6295359478389350411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-midst-of-rain.html' title='In the midst of rain..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-7434722187347278148</id><published>2010-07-27T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T01:05:00.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like, whatever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay. I know, I agreed on keeping my mouth shut. But 'someone' has crossed the line and made me totally pissed off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, yes, there was a time when I contact you and we talked. But that was it. I have no intention what so ever to keep on  contacting you. But what the fuck is stalking my FB, silently reading my blog and twist and turn what I wrote and tell it to others, and the freakiest of all, even follow my twitter for the sake of finding some scoop of me for you to tell your friends about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To 'your friends,' you guys have no idea who I am, have no physical contact with me, and obviously, have never known me personally. Hence, just who in the world gave you the rights to judge me using the worst reference in the world ever, words from certain 'people' who also do not know me well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFGNnCUTpaI/AAAAAAAABPE/UHakO8Z20OY/s1600/frust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFGNnCUTpaI/AAAAAAAABPE/UHakO8Z20OY/s200/frust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499332321772545442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since I talk about this. And this is because I agreed to keep silent about it. And you. You were the one who walked away instead of solving whatever we have that's going on here. So why the heck are you harassing me with your text?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume you are more mature than me to think of what you text me. And yes, you did call me immature once, but look at me. I behave the way people my age would behave. Too bad yours doesn't show your level of maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! So frustrating~ Should not waste my neurons thinking of this. I definitely have better things to think off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st July..&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-7434722187347278148?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/7434722187347278148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=7434722187347278148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/7434722187347278148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/7434722187347278148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/07/like-whatever.html' title='Like, whatever!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TFGNnCUTpaI/AAAAAAAABPE/UHakO8Z20OY/s72-c/frust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-7668590679174908430</id><published>2010-07-26T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:40:15.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gave me two different tears..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Contrary to your impression of this entry's title, I am not talking bout any tears anybody gave me. I am talking bout the latest song from the Wonder Girls, 'Two Different Tears.' Yes, the Wonder Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some who are quite familiar with my blog, you would notice that I've been a fan of the Wonder Girls ever since even before 'Nobody' struck the world. Yes, from those good old days of 'Tell Me,' 'So Hot,' 'This Fool,' etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we can see that the Wonder Girls have grown so much from their previous appearances. From the innocent school girls to hot and toastin' babes! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TE-IodRZQUI/AAAAAAAABO8/2rd60h9bfa8/s1600/1276372037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TE-IodRZQUI/AAAAAAAABO8/2rd60h9bfa8/s200/1276372037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498763898676396354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, we have also seen the Wonder Girls changing their group member for two occasions. Don't ask me who was replaced by who. Google it yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a fan of the Wonder Girls, but unfortunately I am a little too annoyed by the 'Nobody' song. It's like, EVERYWHERE! It has somehow become like 'Umbrella' by Rihanna. People find it catchy and nice to sing and dance along with, but somehow we overplayed it and it turned out really annoying to some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you not notice they have the Korean version of 'Nobody,' the English version, and the Chinese version? Like, OMG! You can simply take a walk into any mall, walk into a store playing the Korean version, and walk to another store playing the English version. Shessshh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, all I'm saying is that I'm done with 'Nobody.' However, I am soo into 'Two Different Tears,' the English (like 'Nobody,' three different languages) version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Gave me two different tears, after all of these years..'&lt;br /&gt;'Tears of joy, tears of pain..'&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we all do get a lot of that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-7668590679174908430?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/7668590679174908430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=7668590679174908430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/7668590679174908430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/7668590679174908430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/07/gave-me-two-different-tears.html' title='Gave me two different tears..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TE-IodRZQUI/AAAAAAAABO8/2rd60h9bfa8/s72-c/1276372037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-5720506302481203937</id><published>2010-07-25T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:26:47.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TE7BvmlYQtI/AAAAAAAABOs/DsLKoZja_9g/s1600/DSC01216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TE7BvmlYQtI/AAAAAAAABOs/DsLKoZja_9g/s200/DSC01216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498545218621293266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I finally, like, FINALLY, met up with my dearest Farah A Rahim. Yes, after two and a half years! Waa~ me so happy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who have no idea who Ain is, well, she's my ex-'loved to death'-boyfriend's cousin. I said 'loved.' Past tense. Nothing's going on between us. It's over for more than two years ago. And yes, I do need to stress on this cause this 'person' who apparently LOVES stalking would favor some scoop like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TE7BvUXaksI/AAAAAAAABOk/L8A1X6nW84g/s1600/DSC01215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TE7BvUXaksI/AAAAAAAABOk/L8A1X6nW84g/s200/DSC01215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498545213730886338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TE7BvP5TqFI/AAAAAAAABOc/7R89SXVxCUM/s1600/DSC01214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TE7BvP5TqFI/AAAAAAAABOc/7R89SXVxCUM/s200/DSC01214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498545212530862162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we hung out, had some fun. Did some chit chatting. Lots of catching up. Asked and answered lots of questions. And had a blast. Oou, I even found out that she actually spend her Saturdays at KL but we never once bump into each other. Deng~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes dear, me miss you lots! :* You know, we should do this more often. Me, you, us, hanging out. Let lose of the crazy side of us. Damn, I suddenly feel old. Hoho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Feel relieved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-5720506302481203937?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/5720506302481203937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=5720506302481203937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5720506302481203937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5720506302481203937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/07/yay-happy.html' title='Yay, happy!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TE7BvmlYQtI/AAAAAAAABOs/DsLKoZja_9g/s72-c/DSC01216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-3760348344633752563</id><published>2010-07-23T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:55:03.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like, I need to go out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay. Truth. Life after graduating is bored. Not to mention depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go out, see the outside world. But hey, how am I suppose to do that if I have to green stuff? Well, though in Malaysia they don't really refer it to 'green,' you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to  meet Farah A Rahim, my dearest, tomorrow. Not sure what's going on though. Not sure if I'm going too. Sis, buzz me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploading pictures from the dinner at Serai, Empire the other day. Too bad I can't upload the pictures of those who invited me, nor tag them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock is ticking damn slowly..&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-3760348344633752563?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/3760348344633752563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=3760348344633752563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3760348344633752563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3760348344633752563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/07/like-i-need-to-go-out.html' title='Like, I need to go out!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-1226326783546303933</id><published>2010-07-22T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:06:45.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, sis! We need to catch up~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Out of all surprises I could get, is a phone call from my dear sister, Farah A Rahim. Well, the most surprising part was when you said, "Is this Su? I'm Syamer's cousin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously thought someone was calling me to deliver some kind of bad news bout Syamer, like he was in a serious car crash and that's he's dying in the ICU department or something. Heh, that's too much to think of. Bhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's nice to hear from you again, sis. Yes, I didn't change my number. It is always you who always change our number without any notice :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we chit chat, gossip a little, but hey, that's what sisters do when they don't meet each other for some time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope our plan is still going on this Saturday..&lt;br /&gt;Got lots to tell~&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-1226326783546303933?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/1226326783546303933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=1226326783546303933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/1226326783546303933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/1226326783546303933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-sis-we-need-to-catch-up.html' title='Hello, sis! We need to catch up~'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-1688221987276681762</id><published>2010-07-21T04:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T05:08:39.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, hello Subang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I traveled all the way to Subang for dinner :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I was supposed to be there by 1900H, but hey, don't blame me! KTM suck! Big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, these were what I had to do to get to Subang. Cab from home to the nearest LRT, then took the LRT to Bandar Tasik Selatan, change to KTM commuter, make a change at KL Central for Port Klang, and wallah! I'm at Subang!One thing I like bout KTM is that they have a special coach for ladies. Which is good, cause there's more seats. Plus the fact that it avoids the incidence of you-know-what. But other than the ladies' coach, KTM SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine waiting for like, more than half an hour before the coach arrives, not to mention the coach keeps on stopping in between stations for I-don't-know-what reasons!Huh~ Anyway, I arrived safely at Subang at almost 2000H. Yes, an hour late. Damn. Huh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Empire, had dinner at Serai, and got this Oreo Cheesecake which was out of this world. The food was awesome. Seriously. And they were so many waiting in line just to get dinner there! You guys should really try the food there. Did I mention the Oreo Cheesecake was worth forgetting Secret Recipe? Yes, that serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TEoDb1v5sEI/AAAAAAAABN0/a1rPs2GKGeA/s1600/DSC01142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TEoDb1v5sEI/AAAAAAAABN0/a1rPs2GKGeA/s200/DSC01142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497210071978455106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TEoDcaJV9lI/AAAAAAAABN8/TsYZENgHHd8/s1600/DSC01145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TEoDcaJV9lI/AAAAAAAABN8/TsYZENgHHd8/s200/DSC01145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497210081748842066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TEoDclKDTWI/AAAAAAAABOE/iR8T7M1ONNA/s1600/DSC01159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TEoDclKDTWI/AAAAAAAABOE/iR8T7M1ONNA/s200/DSC01159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497210084704603490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TEoDdUiIR3I/AAAAAAAABOU/1vUu_Rib__A/s1600/DSC01163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TEoDdUiIR3I/AAAAAAAABOU/1vUu_Rib__A/s200/DSC01163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497210097422059378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank you for the dinner! Looking forward for another (!!!!!!!!!!!!) dinner session, regardless of the agonizing trip. Lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TEoDdIw3KXI/AAAAAAAABOM/bSYOOfUa4N8/s1600/DSC01167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TEoDdIw3KXI/AAAAAAAABOM/bSYOOfUa4N8/s200/DSC01167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497210094262626674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kind of bumped into a 'someone..'&lt;br /&gt;Which told me something I could die laughing at..&lt;br /&gt;Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-1688221987276681762?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/1688221987276681762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=1688221987276681762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/1688221987276681762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/1688221987276681762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-hello-subang.html' title='Hello, hello Subang!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/TEoDb1v5sEI/AAAAAAAABN0/a1rPs2GKGeA/s72-c/DSC01142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-2518505984970625236</id><published>2010-07-20T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:58:07.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the birthday wish goes to..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, honestly, I'm not really sure if it's really his birthday. It's yesterday anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's the thing. This friend of mine, En Nurul Syawal, asked me how come I didn't wish him a Happy Birthday? And I was like, dude, I don't even know it's your birthday yesterday. No notifications (this really reflects how we depend too much on FB to remind us of the people around us' birthdays :P) appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. Sorry I didn't remember your birthday (as if you don't depend on FB to remind you of anybody's birthday!). We'll hang out together and have some fun. Just don't ask me for any birthday presents. I ain't got nothing to give you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I am currently NOT working, remember? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This routine I'm having lately is really kind of making me sick. What else is there to do other than sitting in front of the PC, mostly FB-ing? Need to see the outside world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill, Su. Tomorrow we're going Subang to meet Angah Ian Noor. Hope that'll be fun. Maybe I can ask for a birthday present! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream on, Su..&lt;br /&gt;Hey Angah, if you're reading this, I want a D90!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-2518505984970625236?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/2518505984970625236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=2518505984970625236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2518505984970625236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2518505984970625236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-birthday-wish-goes-to.html' title='And the birthday wish goes to..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-4036076586554222339</id><published>2010-07-19T02:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:57:11.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Mr Najib Arsad, are you there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Current time, 0202H. Why am I up this late? Please don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Najib's messenger status. 'Online.' Well, since we had a very, VERY short conversation yesterday, why not continue today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our dear Najib here just had to take a bath, therefore asked me to hang around for five minutes or so for him to get bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Najib, you're five minutes has ended. In fact, it kind of turned out to be half an hour :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my guess is he just came back from some kind of weekend night out with his friends, came home late, took his 'five minutes bath,' and fell asleep. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished uploading some pictures..&lt;br /&gt;Will continue once I get the pictures from John SSL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-4036076586554222339?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/4036076586554222339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=4036076586554222339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/4036076586554222339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/4036076586554222339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-mr-najib-arsad-are-you-there.html' title='Hello Mr Najib Arsad, are you there?'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-6221941021474973502</id><published>2010-07-18T23:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:56:00.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a job..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know, I know. This is what I've been waiting for for the last three years. The so-called 'the end of college years.' But you know what? I'm kind of bored. Sitting at home doing nothing really kills me. Even when I was still in my college years, those weekend filled will me at home with no activities kills me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should consider getting a job. Like, a part time job or something. I am totally free the whole day anyway. Plus, I kind of having this big hole in my pocket :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody have any idea what kind of jobs are available? Preferably the 9-5 kind of jobs. Doing nothing  during my free time is kind of depressing, you know. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future..&lt;br /&gt;F. U. T. U. R. E..&lt;br /&gt;Ermm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-6221941021474973502?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/6221941021474973502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=6221941021474973502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6221941021474973502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6221941021474973502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-need-job.html' title='I need a job..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-886579113385248002</id><published>2010-07-17T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:58:35.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad, bad habit..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No more college. No more class. No more waking up early in the morning. Starting to adapt kind of a new lifestyle. Sleep, eat, watch TV, online, FB, eat, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I've been doing this way back then. Well, I guess it's just getting worse these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine kind of took me and Jas for a night out. Well, I can't exactly give you the details cause SOMEONE just can't help herself from stalking me and trying to get every single bits of my life and whatever I do. Shessshh.. get a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it all concludes to what we call as 'friends having fun together after not seeing each other for quite some time.' Or more like never have met each other before. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su, crap. Stop it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another episode of this?&lt;br /&gt;Sure..&lt;br /&gt;Just don't ask me what time I got home.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-886579113385248002?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/886579113385248002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=886579113385248002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/886579113385248002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/886579113385248002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/07/bad-bad-habit.html' title='Bad, bad habit..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-8133991079309641869</id><published>2010-07-16T23:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:37:47.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful.. :')</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yes. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hello people. Yes, if you have my Facebook account, then you might see the little notification on your 'Home' that says my birthday's today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, first of all, I've never expected this year's birthday would be totally beyond I could imagine. Well, imaginable, but not in a way I.. argh, forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Today is not only my birthday, but it is also the long awaited, highly anticipated graduation day. In other words, my one way ticket to 'Good bye college years!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Though I do not expect everyone to remember my birthday, but it was nice to get to gather with everyone, and see all of the them (some for the last time, maybe) all together, having a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Those present to the graduation ceremony with me were not many, but hey, I didn't expect all my family members to show up anyway. Dear, my brother, Ian Noor, his wife, and a friend of mine, John @ Abu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dear picked me up, and we went straight to the hotel. Had to be there early for the photos. Then the ceremony begun, ended with a speech from the class' representative, some photos and a buffet lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I just had to bring along a friend who's also a great photographer. It would be a waste not to take any photos today. So thank you, John, for taking lots of amazing photos! I couldn't imagine the day without you. My memories of this day will always be fresh, thanks to the pictures you've taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As for my classmates, this is not the end of us. We'll keep in touch. There's FB! Yay! Seeing you guys today, all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;happy and excited, really brightens my day. I wish you guys all the best for your coming undertakings. God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dear, thanks for coming, even though you were so tired that we had to make a quick stop for your little nap :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And last but not least, to my dearest brother and his wife, thank you for coming, even though you buzzed me at a really, REALLY short notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three years have ended..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Honestly, I'm quite nervous of what's coming up ahead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-8133991079309641869?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/8133991079309641869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-2507687280099048730</id><published>2010-07-15T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:45:18.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hello people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tomorrow's THE day. The day that I'm ending my college years, the day that I'm waving good bye to many, the day that I'm going to turn one year older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The long awaited 16th July!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Doing some work here, will update later. Too happy, can't think of anything to blog about. Bhaha! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;'Can you feel this magic in the air?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Bhaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Maybe that's too much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-2507687280099048730?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/2507687280099048730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=2507687280099048730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2507687280099048730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2507687280099048730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-7103527604675805313</id><published>2010-07-11T15:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:43:41.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this considered as a mission?</title><content type='html'>I have something some might consider as important to do today. I need to find an outfit for the graduation ceremony next Friday.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, not really hoping to find anything super fine, just something simple would do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Dear who claims he knows where to get one. Well, okay. I'm trusting you on this one, cause I'm no expert in picking out a dress :-P&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I need to post the earlier entries..&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'm not getting STALKED by SOMEONE!&lt;br /&gt;It's okay for you to read, but just keep it to yourself..&lt;br /&gt;The world doesn't want to know, especially when it comes from you!&lt;br /&gt;Faker~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-7103527604675805313?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/7103527604675805313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=7103527604675805313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/7103527604675805313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/7103527604675805313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-this-considered-as-mission.html' title='Is this considered as a mission?'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-6077357790611736720</id><published>2010-07-01T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:38:07.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey ho Thursday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, it's already Thursday. One day closer to the long (and agonizing!) awaited 16th July 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date for our college trip has been changed from 6th &amp;amp; 7th July to 7th &amp;amp; 8th July. Well, not much difference, and it doesn't affect me anyway. It's not like I'm so, so eager to go. Wont be doing anything much there, I think. Water park? Me? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody in college seems busy. The staff with the whole moving out thing. The students with the MPW assignment thing. Me? Spent the first five hours in college sleeping. Ngee.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan to start with the MPW assignment today. I'm totally depending on my typing speed ability to finish it. Huhu.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear said he has to meet she-who-shall-not-be-named. Hmm.. well, I did ask him to. But today's somehow kind of a coincidence. Okay. It's totally fine with me. Though it's really killing me to say 'yes.' I wouldn't want to be cruel by saying no when she needs a helping hand. I'm no her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out at the nearby CC with Veena, Melvin &amp;amp; Rashvin. Yes, the Punjabi girls gang. Bhaha~ Was planning to get back early to eat the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi kukus ayam berempah&lt;/span&gt; we bought before we came here. Damn. It's raining. I could have swear if it wasn't because of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pisang goreng&lt;/span&gt; snack I had before entering the CC, my saliva would have been drooling by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MPW..&lt;br /&gt;Car crash..&lt;br /&gt;Huh, that's a lot to digest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-6077357790611736720?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/6077357790611736720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=6077357790611736720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6077357790611736720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6077357790611736720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-ho-thursday.html' title='Hey ho Thursday!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-5981944196679760082</id><published>2010-06-28T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T01:08:02.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How far is it from 16th July?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's the deal. We've finished our college final exam, we've done our nursing board registration exam, but how come we still go to college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are STILL going to college. I know, we have some unfinished matters to attend to. But heck, shouldn't we finish that WAY back before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Whatever. It just, suck. Everybody else get to go for a long vacation after their exam, but us? Argh! Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched England vs Germany today. Well, well. 'Someone' has to go running round the pool naked cause England lost, BIG TIME! Bhaha~ Which, of course, not me by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. I wont be too hard on you. I wont mind one round around the pool, but I can't guarantee the others will agree. Dude, we've already told you England's gonna crash and burn. Yet you still want to go for it, despite being the only one on England's side. Fine then. Go round the pool naked, for England!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things people do for football..&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-5981944196679760082?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/5981944196679760082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=5981944196679760082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5981944196679760082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5981944196679760082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-far-is-it-from-16th-july.html' title='How far is it from 16th July?'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-1275351657295939724</id><published>2010-06-27T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T01:28:11.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the skill that counts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sing. Not good at it at all. You can ask me to do videos, practice dance steps, take on language classes, host a show, but not singing. No. I'll sound horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the above statement, today's my third visit to this karaoke spot at Bandar Tasik Permaisuri. Why that far? Simple. It's cheap. RM24 for two hours. Yes. That cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to what you believe, the cheap here does not lead to what some may refer as 'karaoke jamban.' It is in fact a B grade karaoke room. Something one level lower than KTV Ampang Park. Yes. See it to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung my heart out. Damn. Sore throat. It's kind of enjoyable when you go with people whom you can tolerate their singing and at the same time bare your singing. Enjoyable. The correct word. Fun is also another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck. Starting to be crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of addicted to Faradhiya's 'Bertakhta di Hati'..&lt;br /&gt;And I seem to be quite well singing it..&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-1275351657295939724?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/1275351657295939724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=1275351657295939724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/1275351657295939724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/1275351657295939724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-skill-that-counts.html' title='It&apos;s the skill that counts..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-722562887780942004</id><published>2010-06-26T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:39:56.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday full of nothingness..So far..</title><content type='html'>Yes, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-722562887780942004?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/722562887780942004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=722562887780942004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/722562887780942004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/722562887780942004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/06/saturday-full-of-nothingnessso-far.html' title='Saturday full of nothingness..So far..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-3877445031197341101</id><published>2010-06-10T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:31:41.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So not my thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello, hello~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today we're having our management module role play. Damn. I hate role plays. Especially ones that spells me running around, jumping up and down, doing nonsense. Immature. Lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly, we haven't practice a shit for this role play. It was just today's morning that we started practising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me highlight that eventhough out group is supposed to be the fifth to present, we had to be the first to start the show as I have to rush to the hospital for an interview with The Star later at 1430H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't quite expect much from the role play, cause I know I wont be doing much. They wont let me. Besides, I'm not the person they wanted to see, if you get what I mean ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rushed to the hospital afterwards. Having this interview with The Star today. Just as the previous interviews, it was kind of boring. It's the wait actually, until it comes to your turn to be answering questions. Torturing, but I was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was time consuming though. Everything ended nearly at 1700H.The PR lady then asked me whether I am available afterwards, cause there's another session that they've just confirmed. With Astro Awani. What? Astro? Haiiissh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it's for the a segment in Awani's news. OMG! They're shooting, and I mean not just pictures! Argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Look, I'm kind of used to the idea of being behind the camera. The idea of me 'acting' like I'm somehow doing some work in the ward and getting filmed is not exactly what I had in mind. Huhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Man, I was so embarrassed! The fact that I had to go first, OMG, it kills me! I was blushing so much that I turn so red!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't bare to watch Awani when this is aired..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You guys go ahead and watch it if you want..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-3877445031197341101?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/3877445031197341101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=3877445031197341101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3877445031197341101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3877445031197341101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-not-my-thing.html' title='So not my thing!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-4722196129470120346</id><published>2010-06-04T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:30:15.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can McDonald's make my day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dear called this morning. Argued.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not a good way to start the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously craving for Spicy Chicken McDelux. OMG!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Such a fine day at college today. But still, BORING! Slept late last night, hence, very sleppy this morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were hoping the college will let us go back early today. Well, it is the National Holiday tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m missing someone. I miss him, terribly :’(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, yes, the college’s letting us go back at 1430H today. Yay! But will have to take RapidKL back. No! I seriously only have RM2.00 cash. Taking RapidKL back later and that’s it. I’m out of cash. Huhu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Choir Club’s having this luncheon today, and they’re having McDonald’s. Damn. Just when I’m craving for it, and have no cash to get one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The smell of fries..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The colf and refreshing drink..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The fresh-from-the-oven patty.. :( :( :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-4722196129470120346?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/4722196129470120346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=4722196129470120346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/4722196129470120346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/4722196129470120346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/06/can-mcdonalds-make-my-day.html' title='Can McDonald&apos;s make my day?'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-2253927150059243844</id><published>2010-06-03T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:28:08.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No 'Hello..'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not in the mood to say ‘Hello’ today. No specific reason for this. I just feel like my life has become mre and more dull. No. Empty. Yes, that’s the word. Empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoever said I never count the days? I do. And today’s the second day I haven’t seen Dear. Time. That’s what we need. Space. That’s what we’re looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To question whether or not I miss him, that’s very idiotic. In case you haven’t notice, we have come to the month of June, the month that I’m having my Malaysian Nursing Board examination. The month that emotionally support and accompany is needed most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How I wish people would understand what I feel. But that would be very selfish of me. To want people to understand me, yet I ignore how they feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Truth is, I know Dear’s going through a tough time. I wish I could understand him. But it’s like he doesn’t want me to. It’s like, he’s pushing me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you try to listen to all my problems. I need you to know that I can do the same. I want to do the same. I want to know what’s bothering you. What makes you unhappy. What makes you do. Simply because I care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t know what’s happening to myself lately. I lose my temper easily, I hurt those around me. And the worst, I hold grudges and vengeance to those I don’t favour. I’m a horrible, horrible person, aren’t I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanna know what’s the worst part? All of the above is NOT caused by hormonal imbalance. Do not blame it on PMS. It’s totally innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m feeling sick. Skipping all that meals for weeks has really starting to take effect on me. That burning sensation, urgh! I hate it! Makes me feel nauseated and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No pregnancy test kit required. Not now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I somehow found a perfect song for today. ‘Say OK’ by Vanessa Anne Hudgens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When it’s not alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it’s not okay..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you try to make me feel better?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you say alright?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you say okay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you stick with me through whatever?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;:’(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-2253927150059243844?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/2253927150059243844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=2253927150059243844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2253927150059243844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2253927150059243844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-hello.html' title='No &apos;Hello..&apos;'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-5509118462692413088</id><published>2010-06-02T12:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:25:23.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's morning, and I'm sleepy~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Didn’t sleep well last night. Trying to sort things out. My head is full of nonsense. But at least I felt better after talking to Dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you Dear for the chocolates. Wish to catch a movie with you this week. But it seems like you’re pretty busy :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Weekend is near. Kept remembering what Dear told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;‘To turn my hair back to black. By this weekend.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haven’t got my hair blackened for years! Besides, I don’t look good in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear, I got the haircut that you’ve always wanted me to do, even when I find it hard to accept the length. Couldn’t you just let me colour my hair as I wish? It’s fair that way, don’t you think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay. Enough hair issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I told dear bout what happened on Sunday. Yes, I’ve finally decided to. Though I know it’s going to bother him mucho. Of course, he wasn’t very happy bout it. And yes, I lied. But does it makes me any different from you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Look, it was just us, hanging out with some of his friends. Chit chatting and stuff. You know, things friends do when they hang out. Friends, okay. FRIENDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was after the hangout session only that he started to think of being more than friends. Of course, I DO NOT want anything like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since he started to talk bout those stuff, I kind of communicate less with him. I don’t want to give a wrong impression. It’s better for him to know now that I’m not interested with what he has in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear, I didn’t mean anything. I’m here with you and for you. Not anybody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Those who know me for all this years, they know I don’t do affairs, scandals or any two-timing stuff. I’m so, so loyal :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Catching Showdown 2010 tonight. As far as I know, Floor Fever got the lowest SMS vote. Let’s see if it changes by the end of the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m very straight forward..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I like you, I like you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t do affairs and stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do note that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-5509118462692413088?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/5509118462692413088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=5509118462692413088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5509118462692413088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5509118462692413088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-morning-and-im-sleepy.html' title='It&apos;s morning, and I&apos;m sleepy~'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-7845885578751233307</id><published>2010-06-01T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:25:43.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entering the second half of the game..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm back. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 1st June, and we are entering the second half of the year. Have you achieved what you aimed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm trying to get over what happened during the first six months. Unwanted stuff, that is. ESPECIALLY bout last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts were hurt. Bad words were spoken. Yet, no solution came about. I know I shouldn't have lost my temper in such a way, but how would you feel if you were in my shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person you love left you for a few hours, then came back with a bitch.. err.. girl, in front of everyone. EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If some sees her as his partner, then what does it make me? A dumb ass who waited for a guy who later showed up with someone else and ignored me the whole time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of you has yet to learn my true self. I'm sorry for having you guys saw what shouldn't have been part of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note for she-who-shall-not-be-named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you. I tried to like you. I almost did. Even though not in terms of liking up to the level of being friends, but at least I did try to make myself tolerate your existence. But then you showed up. In times where I am still not emotionally ready to face the bitter truth. Congratulations. You've succeed in making me hate you. I assume that you are happy with your achievement. Bitch! Huh. I can't help myself from saying that. Bluek! &gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for him whom I adored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've seen yourself that I've put my very effort in trying to make things work. And I've told you earlier that night not to fetch her as I know bad things were to happen if you do. Still, you did. Therefore the consequences were all three of us were hurt, deeply. I know I may sound like I'm not appreciating you. But in case you haven't notice, I am the third party here. The bad guy. The person which in most relationships would destroy the previous one and gain satisfaction from it. But instead of doing so despite having the advantage to, I instead force myself to think of a better solution. Hence, trying to accept, or more like tolerate her existence. Shouldn't you be glad I did, and respect my request?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could go on for paragraphs. Enough. No more characters should be wasted for such matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality. Another torturing day at college. That slut bombed me, even when I was doing nothing but read the question paper she gave. I guess she just couldn't see my face. Like she's allergic to me or something. Allergic? Heh. Well I've got news for you, slut. I'm IMMUNED against you! Racist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's another day..&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody has a time machine I can borrow?&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-7845885578751233307?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/7845885578751233307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=7845885578751233307' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/7845885578751233307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/7845885578751233307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/06/entering-second-half-of-game.html' title='Entering the second half of the game..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-3748872712156348152</id><published>2010-05-17T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:34:19.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The point of dying~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;I skipped today's MPW class. 30 minutes. That's all I could tolerate. If I ewre to sit there any longer, I can assure you I'll die!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later today at college they announced that there's no bus for today. I was like, 'Fuck you bus owner! You have no idea how sick I am to board rapidKL!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;　&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;　&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn pissed off..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAMN PISSED OFF!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-3748872712156348152?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/3748872712156348152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=3748872712156348152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3748872712156348152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3748872712156348152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/05/point-of-dying.html' title='The point of dying~'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-3792370832847276962</id><published>2010-05-16T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:32:42.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infected nosocomially!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Remember the 'trip' to GKL?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kind of having high fever once we got ourselves out of the hospital. Huhu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to a nearby GP, and the doc gave me this horrible, horrible tasting cough syrup. Dude, it's green in color! GREEN! How often do you think I've seen GREEN colored cough syrup? Yuck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;　&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;　&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not eating that unless I'm super duper desparate..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-3792370832847276962?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/3792370832847276962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=3792370832847276962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3792370832847276962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3792370832847276962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/05/infected-nosocomially.html' title='Infected nosocomially!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-173334644818099312</id><published>2010-05-15T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:33:45.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Evening, yes, EVENING, GKL..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Highlight of the day: me going to GKL on a weekend night, but not for work :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear's been sick these few days. So I kind of insisted him to pay a visit to the doc. Hence, me ended up at where I least wanna be at when I'm on leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not that I hate it being here, but it's the feeling of 'I'm here, but I'm not lifting a finger to help when I know help is pretty much needed here.' Besides, you know what they say bout wanting to go as far as possible from your working environment. Stress relieving it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Argh! Whatever! I feel like catching a cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not feeling well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nosocomial infection~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-173334644818099312?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/173334644818099312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=173334644818099312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/173334644818099312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/173334644818099312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-evening-yes-evening-gkl.html' title='Good Evening, yes, EVENING, GKL..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-8990755747409359784</id><published>2010-05-14T08:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T08:52:47.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nurses' Day Celebration 2010 at Gleneagles Hospital Kuala Lumpur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello people. Yes, after cracking my head and cursing bad words these few days, we have finally come to the day that we're going to end everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first of all, I've been put into the hot seat AGAIN this year, doing the presentation crap. I must say this though, this year, everything seems to be done as a last minute job. From the slide shows I'm doing till the choir we're singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just by hearing the name of the organizer, us from the college can tell why did this year's Nurses' Day ends with a lot of last minute jobs. Fagot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be seating at the PA system station, in hopes to run everything smoothly. Let me highlight here that the seat I'm sitting on now is right behind where the CEO is giving his speech. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahida and Jaii are practicing their emcee job, and Chyn babbling nonsense. Made sure my name will not mentioned in any part of the whole day. Succeeded :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three colleges are invited today. Pusrawi, Tung Shin and MAHSA. And like the previous years, only one male student nurse is present. Pathethic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful of one thing though. The free Wi-Fi by the hospital. At least I get to ease myself by logging on to FB and blogging. Yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I gotta go now. They'll be starting any minute. Haiiisshh.. Can't I for once do nothing and let others do the slides and stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freezing cold here..&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-8990755747409359784?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/8990755747409359784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=8990755747409359784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/8990755747409359784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/8990755747409359784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/05/nurses-day-celebration-2010-at.html' title='Nurses&apos; Day Celebration 2010 at Gleneagles Hospital Kuala Lumpur'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-657285873021693000</id><published>2010-05-07T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:52:40.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is getting upset normal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm not so in a good mood today. If we were on my Malay blog, I would have use words such as 'pukimak,' 'sundal,' 'babi,' 'celaka,' and 'cibai.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I guess that explains that I'm terribly upset, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nuff said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-657285873021693000?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/657285873021693000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=657285873021693000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/657285873021693000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/657285873021693000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-getting-upset-normal.html' title='Is getting upset normal?'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-2295612835549871380</id><published>2010-05-06T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:50:10.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I didn't do it for fame..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello Gleneagles Hospital Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, such a fine day. Today we're supposed to go to NCI Specialist Hospital in Nilai. Visit the center, facilities there, observe the environment. So-called 'educational' stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, we're visiting the center where those who are waiting for their turn to die in hopes that it'll be no time soon come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. why does it sounds like the last place I want to be at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't tag along. Stayed for the rest of the rest at the hospital for the interview for Nurses' Day thing with Harian Metro. Today's my first. OMG! I'm so embarrassed! Dude, what should I say? What if I say something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it wasn't that bad. It was somehow okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. I finally met the man himself, the CEO of the hospital. Nice meeting you, sir. Thanks for the wise words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm glad I didn't go to NCI..&lt;br /&gt;I just went to a funeral for God's sake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-2295612835549871380?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/2295612835549871380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=2295612835549871380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2295612835549871380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2295612835549871380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-i-didnt-do-it-for-fame.html' title='No, I didn&apos;t do it for fame..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-3305775434596651851</id><published>2010-05-04T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:41:53.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colleeeeegggeeee eeeeeeeeee..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hello college. It's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so 'while' though. It's only been a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back late from Asia Cafe last night. Didn't have much sleep. Sleepyyyy. Damn it! And of course, whenever I write bout me feeling sleepy, most of them will end up with me getting it from that Queen of Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, for the I-don't-know-how-many-times-already, I was NOT the ONLY one sleeping in class. Yet, this Queen by mistake drop me a bomb and told the discipline members that they're getting fined for not waking me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you don't like me, doesn't mean you have to make others too! You fucking racist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed mode..&lt;br /&gt;Not a good way to start the week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-3305775434596651851?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/3305775434596651851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=3305775434596651851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3305775434596651851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3305775434596651851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/04/colleeeeegggeeee-eeeeeeeeee.html' title='Colleeeeegggeeee eeeeeeeeee..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-8621667415146588111</id><published>2010-05-03T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:33:56.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All that travelling..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello 3rd May 2010! I have a few things to do today. Well, one actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Khai text me yesterday, bout his phone thing. So today, without informing him though as promised yesterday, I'm off to meet him at Low Yat to hand over his Nokia. Guess what? He's not working today. Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Called him. Well what do you know. He's on sick leave. Sheeessh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went all the way to Paragon, cause I feel the need to return his Nokia. Since Khai had pool practice, so I thought I'd hang around a bit. Besides, there's free wi-fi. May I borrow your iPhone please, Khai? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I was browsing my fb, then I got this message in my inbox, from the (ehemm) CEO of Gleneagles Hospital KL. Dude, am I in some kind of trouble or something? The explanation given later revealed that they wanted me to be one of those being interviewed by the media. Interview? Media? Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's kind of weird. But I agreed to. I mean, why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went home, freshen up, going out in a while with Ifa, Tribar and Matt to Asia Cafe. Khai's coming along too. Please do not ask what I drank, thank you. Ifa insisted, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Arrived home around 0400H..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dude, I have class tomorrow~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-8621667415146588111?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/8621667415146588111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=8621667415146588111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/8621667415146588111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/8621667415146588111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-that-travelling.html' title='All that travelling..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-7963300080177125489</id><published>2010-05-02T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:50:23.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on.. Yes, it's hard..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello ahain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was such a horrible day. Let's cut it short. After the burriyal, my brother and I had this little fight. Then my sister accused me of being emotionless. Well, thank you very much sister. Very comforting of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splendid, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, expectedly, what I did after she called me with that word was packed my stuff and just left. It's the best thing to do, to prevent further damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what happened yesterday, today I am already here in Ampang. Thank you Dear. Very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're going out for my shoe hunt thing today. Went to Pavilion. So freaking pissed off that there's no pair of shoes that was suitable enough. Some tops and dresses though. I could have just bought them, but Dear will be upset cause we're here for a pair of shoes, hence we're leaving with a pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the walk to BB begun, in hopes to get that pair of shoes I'm supposed to get. Besides, one of Dear's friend is around. So why don't we hang out and stuff. But of course, prior to that, we've found the perfect pair of shoes. Yay, finally! Dear was like, "Okay, we'll get your dress soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG~ You are definitely more excited than my mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laila and Jack rang me and asked to hangout together tonight. Sorry guys, bad timing. I just came back from a funeral. Clubbing is NOT the nect thing I wanna do next to it. Dear texted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iron Man 2?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, duh! We'd planned to catch that movie since like, last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron Man 2 was okay. Nothing special. The first one's still better. Iron Man 2? Well, Scarlett Johanson and her famous curves. New Iron Man suit. Scarlett Johanson and her famous curves. Super intelligent evil genius dude. Scarlett Johanson and her famous curves. The dying Tony Stark. AND.. Scarlett Johanson and her famous curves :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need entertainment..&lt;br /&gt;Or anything that'll make my depression go away..&lt;br /&gt;I hate this~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-7963300080177125489?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/7963300080177125489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=7963300080177125489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/7963300080177125489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/7963300080177125489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/05/moving-on-yes-its-hard.html' title='Moving on.. Yes, it&apos;s hard..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-846334027578353802</id><published>2010-05-01T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:05:36.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May it'll be better..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hello May. Spent the whole of last night preparing for today. Damn. What a way to start a new month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hello world. I have some sort of a bad news to share with you. That is, if you are willing to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;30th April 2010, Friday. Received a phone call from my sister, which is rare. Very rare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Abah's gone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Abah's gone.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;"What!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Abah's gone! Don't you get it? GONE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Hey, I didn't invented the cell phone nor become the cause of poor coverage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And so with the news above, we are all here today, lacking sleep and rest, waiting for the funeral to begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm not really sure how should I react.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Most appropriate word would be 'confused.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry world. I am unable to continue writing for today. Pray that I will regain the strength needed to restart myself. It's so dumb to be numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Whatever the heck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-846334027578353802?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/846334027578353802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=846334027578353802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/846334027578353802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/846334027578353802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-itll-be-better.html' title='May it&apos;ll be better..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-2489146138730079930</id><published>2010-03-10T23:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T00:08:40.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little piece of life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello cruel, cruel world. Today's another day of all the days that we're spending together. Though you have been cruel and mean to me at times, I understand why you are being so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's truths that cannot be told. There's hearts that need to be nurtured. There's feelings that need to be taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, we can never satisfy everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things in this world that we were supposed and not supposed to do. And as long as we don't cross that fine line of getting into people's nerves, then that is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us all remember that there are more important matters that should be put in attention than our own. Let us not be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear cruel world, I understand why have you have been so cruel. And by this I also understand that I have become mature enough as I can see your point of view, and the reasons behind your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me dear cruel world, if I had blame you for being unfair. It is just human of me to be blaming others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me strength to carry on. Give me courage to face evil. Give me faith to keep  me strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay guys..&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-2489146138730079930?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/2489146138730079930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=2489146138730079930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2489146138730079930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2489146138730079930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-piece-of-life.html' title='A little piece of life..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-1704572902858408264</id><published>2010-03-02T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:19:33.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Management, Day 2..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still the runner for today. PM shift sucks, man. It's not about not seeing the sun when you finish your duty, it's about the journey back home after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus service suck big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember yesterday someone asked whether I'm Sabahan or Sarawakian? Well today, "Adik, are you Malay or Chinese?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTFF~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not TANNED enough? Not to say that I am proud of it, though. Am so not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runner job was tiring. But I guess it's a bit more relaxing cause you don't have to worry about any changes made by the doctor, or any unserved medication, or any reports that needs to be written, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day with the runner job and then it's the team leader part for me. How so fortunate of me to get the team leader duty on morning shift. It's like they did it on purpose. Huhu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can this week go any faster?&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-1704572902858408264?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/1704572902858408264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=1704572902858408264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/1704572902858408264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/1704572902858408264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/03/management-day-2.html' title='Management, Day 2..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-2003985890087405009</id><published>2010-03-01T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:22:01.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Management.. Fuh~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes. It's the long awaited, feared by most, time of the whole three years training. The management posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while our clinical posting was just being a runner, or a medication nurse. Doing dressings, fetching patients, monitoring their status, etc. Nothing bout running the whole ward, or becoming the second most important person of the day, next to the ward manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls. Be prepared. We're in for a bumpy ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the first day of these four killer week. Lucky for me I'm tagging the runner for the first three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a four bedded room when a patient asked me, "Are you Sabahan or Sarawakian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't I look Malay enough? Maybe it's the hair. I was once called a Serani for my hair. Don't ask me why. Maybe that guy has some refractive error or something. Idiot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five more days..&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, damn it, damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-2003985890087405009?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/2003985890087405009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=2003985890087405009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2003985890087405009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2003985890087405009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/03/management-fuh.html' title='Management.. Fuh~'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-4564641981917546488</id><published>2010-02-20T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:00:20.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kg Baru, hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kirin and the boys are meting up at Kg Baru. Pidot and Adik are coming to pick me up. Haiiissh~ I still am not letting myself get used to the idea of the holiday is at it's end, and that I have to adjust my time table back to the way it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now 0330H, and we're just on our way to Kg Baru. Ate this weird kind of bread there. Doesn't taste THAT good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meal, went to Dataran Merdeka. The boys were so obsessed with the cars there. This model, that model. This engine, that engine. Sheeessh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back after that. Time, nearly 0600H :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better try to sleep early tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna get myself too lazy to wake up for class..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-4564641981917546488?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/4564641981917546488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=4564641981917546488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/4564641981917546488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/4564641981917546488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/02/kg-baru-hello.html' title='Kg Baru, hello!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-9200400069373036007</id><published>2010-02-20T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:01:14.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturrday~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chienta babe text me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Babe, you're staying at Ampang, right?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yup"&lt;br /&gt;"Come and hang out with us, we're going to Andalus"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, sorry dear. No can do. No transportation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish I could come. Besides, I think the plan with Unkle is still on. Better not make appointment with two persons. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited and waited and waited. And Unkle FINALLY reached around 0130H. Yes. That late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out at BB, saw the he-she version of Nicole Scherzinger. Bhaha. Played card. Talked and talked and talked. And went back home. Time, 0400H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. My schedule is turning upside down. Well, I think I am well known as a night person among my friends. Nothing new to them. Right guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few more days left for holidays..&lt;br /&gt;Very few..&lt;br /&gt;Damn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-9200400069373036007?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/9200400069373036007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=9200400069373036007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/9200400069373036007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/9200400069373036007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/02/saturrday.html' title='Saturrday~'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-8574008598160734576</id><published>2010-02-19T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:02:37.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finally Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, finally. After the two days of nearly rotting in the house, hung out with EllyN and Unkle at Hartamas. Had a great laugh with them. A real good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today. Today. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently waiting for the arrival of Unkle and a friend of his, where were supposed to pick up EllyN, but she decided not to come, so the three of us are going around town and do crappy stuff. Crappy stuff. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked Kakak bout what is going  to happen to him. She said better we get our hands on him before anybody else does. True. But how to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck. It's not my problem. Even his parents ain't give a damn, why should I? Plus the conversation with Unkle about this yesterday. All the more reason to not to get involved, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel hungry..&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-8574008598160734576?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/8574008598160734576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=8574008598160734576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/8574008598160734576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/8574008598160734576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-finally-friday.html' title='It&apos;s finally Friday!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-3738238961070096779</id><published>2010-02-18T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:11:25.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Thursday.. You kind of remind me that the end of this holiday is near..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Let's have some fun this beat is sick, I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ring tone. EllyN's on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Babe, wake up! Come and hang out at my office. Nobody's here. Plus your buddy's coming for lunch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! 10 minutes before 1300H and I'm supposed to be there by 1300H!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it anyhow. Had lunch at Secret Recipe, KLCC. Walked back to Megan Avenue II, hung out at EllyN's office. Gossiping until 1800H. Bhaha~ So US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to EllyN's place at Cheras, planning to hang out and have dinner. Then I suddenly thought of Unkle. The last time we planned to hanf out, he fell asleep. So why not today? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we went to Hartamas, cause EllyN insisted us to. Hung out for a few hours, had a great laugh. Especially the part of EllyN and mine's 'friends from Singapore's trip to KL.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the really made a fool of themselves. According to Unkle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 0430H..&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me I'm still on leave tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;Too bad for EllyN and Unkle they have to WORK.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-3738238961070096779?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/3738238961070096779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=3738238961070096779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3738238961070096779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3738238961070096779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-thursday-you-kind-of-remind-me.html' title='Hello, Thursday.. You kind of remind me that the end of this holiday is near..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-6548619969822099357</id><published>2010-02-17T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:53:31.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello internet people. Yes, I am still on holiday. You must be so jealous. Bhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no need for you to be jealous. Cause I haven't been doing anything interesting these two days. Nothing but waking up, watch tv, sleep, bathe, eat, tv, sleep, tv, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you should be jealous. Bhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's plan was actually to tag along this friend of mine for karaoke. In the end it didn't happen. So here I am, in front of the screen, doing what I do best. Write nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was browsing some videos on YouTube, and I watched this video from Lady Gaga called Bad Romance, when I suddenly discovered something. You know the part where Lady Gaga's wearing this weird white costume that covers her head and body at the same time? Her hand was like a cat scratching something, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it kind of reminds me of a classmate of mine, Hanany. She does the exact same thing in college. Foe example, when she's overstimulated, too excited, or feel embarassed. Lady Gaga must've heard about this classmate of mine from somewhere and thought that she's quite inspiring for that video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged Hanany, Roro, Say Ha and Syifa on my FB status. Girls, please, check that video out! Bhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanany's gonna get me for this!&lt;br /&gt;Hey, by the time the holiday's over, she'll forget everything bout it..&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-6548619969822099357?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/6548619969822099357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=6548619969822099357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6548619969822099357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6548619969822099357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-holidays.html' title='Oh holidays!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-5444721705230593552</id><published>2010-02-16T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:20:09.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This was never meant to be..</title><content type='html'>What was never meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME SITTING HOME DOING NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, fuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-5444721705230593552?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/5444721705230593552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=5444721705230593552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5444721705230593552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5444721705230593552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-were-never-meant-to-be.html' title='This was never meant to be..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-9082494573049424745</id><published>2010-02-15T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:19:42.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Adam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 22nd Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you are now 22, and I am still 21!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame not spending the day with you though. Really, I am very sorry. But you know the situation.  If we were to hang out and celebrate your birthday, we'll be too drunk to board the LRT! Bhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Happy 22nd Birthday dear Adam. May your wishes come true, and may Allah bless you. It's along walk through 2010. Let's not mess up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do those Happy Birthday songs anymore..&lt;br /&gt;Cause I think it's time to, I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;Grow up? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-9082494573049424745?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/9082494573049424745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=9082494573049424745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/9082494573049424745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/9082494573049424745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-adam.html' title='Happy Birthday Adam!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-1455144251979515637</id><published>2010-02-14T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:43:57.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, yes, I went out. But not with my Valentine. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Johny's. Man, I've been craving this since last year! *As if 'last year' was a long time ago! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the lunch, dude!&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-1455144251979515637?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/1455144251979515637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=1455144251979515637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/1455144251979515637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/1455144251979515637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day_14.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-6604897911393655422</id><published>2010-02-13T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:44:25.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Val.. err.. Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I don't celebrate Valentine. Why? Cause I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today me and Laila are going out to BB. Having some kind of a girls' day out thing. And then Laila said her friends invited us to hangout with them and crash their party later tonight. The occasion? One of the boys' birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lucky of him to be born on Valentine. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so they picked us up at NZ Garden, and we headed to Rootz. My God! I saw Joe Flizzow! Not that I was star struck or something, but to see him in this distane made me realized, OMG, he's fucking short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence, Joe! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though our stay at Rootz wasn't long, we continued at this club which I've seriously never known of it's existance. There was a whole row of them. Just like at Heritage Row. Okay. Whatever. That club was jam packed. There were so many creatures called human beings that excreted body fluid that releases odor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, all in the name of celebrating this newly found friend on mine's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, dude, Happy Birthday. Wish you all the best for your future :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring..&lt;br /&gt;Got home at 0400H++..&lt;br /&gt;How can I sleep at this hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-6604897911393655422?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/6604897911393655422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=6604897911393655422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6604897911393655422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6604897911393655422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Val.. err.. Birthday!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-1361388963195043654</id><published>2010-02-12T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T00:01:32.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the last day of college and..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And our ever loved principal just had to enter the class and say something. Damn her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, it was kind of surprising. Cause she let us go back right after she finished talking. Which was about 45 minutes earlier than the time we were permitted to leave. Wow, that was nice of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's still early, some of us are taking the opportunity to do some manicure and pedicure before leaving. Yes, manicure and pedicure in college. This is what you'll get when you put a bunch of girls who aren't allowed to grow their nails long due to the course they're taking and suddenly they have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Su! Perfect! I've committed another episode of nonsense. Splendid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays everyone..&lt;br /&gt;Why do I get this feeling that I'm not gonna go out much?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-1361388963195043654?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/1361388963195043654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=1361388963195043654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/1361388963195043654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/1361388963195043654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-last-day-of-college-and.html' title='It&apos;s the last day of college and..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-6478966543541877231</id><published>2010-02-11T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T00:09:46.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still obsessed with Katy Perry..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Previously, Katy Perry's Thinking of You was stuck in my head that I kept on hearing the same song over and over and over again, regardless of whilst I'm bathing, eating, even in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I love Katy Perry too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, my current obsession is Katy Perry and 3Oh!3's Starstruck. Especially, 'Y&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ou know that type of shit just don't work on me. Whistling and trying to flirt with me. Don't take it personally, cause we were never in love. It doesn't really matter who you say you are. Singing out the window of your car. Find another girl across the bar cause L.O.V.E's not what this was&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. It really reaches me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry, I can be your man!&lt;br /&gt;LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-6478966543541877231?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/6478966543541877231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=6478966543541877231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6478966543541877231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6478966543541877231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-still-obsessed-with-katy-perry.html' title='I am still obsessed with Katy Perry..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-2701941884819114980</id><published>2010-02-11T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T00:05:20.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day, damn it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, one more day. Then we'll be on holiday for one whole week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us are planning to bring along their manicure and pedicure set tomorrow. Someone wants to do the honor of opening a nail parlor in the college. Wow, she must have love us so much to go through all the trouble. Thank you to you, I know you know I'm talking bout you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't actually set any plans for the holiday. I'll be at home, hanging around, in hopes that someone will give me a buzz and ask me out or something. Note: for those who's planning to, please bear in mind that I require you to pick me up and end me back :D Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I plan anything?&lt;br /&gt;Nahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-2701941884819114980?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/2701941884819114980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=2701941884819114980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2701941884819114980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2701941884819114980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-more-day-damn-it.html' title='One more day, damn it!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-2487280861260585546</id><published>2010-02-10T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T00:14:58.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving for..</title><content type='html'>Craving for Spicy Chicken McDelux. Can anyone deliver this to my doorstep without any charges?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-2487280861260585546?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/2487280861260585546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=2487280861260585546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2487280861260585546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2487280861260585546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/02/craving-for.html' title='Craving for..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-1575546325893800752</id><published>2010-01-18T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:28:45.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The days are not always as sunny as we hope it'll be..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saw Jo at the college and asked her bout her future father-in-law. Things are not looking good, according to her. Well, this is what I have to say. We will all eventually find outselves stuck in the days that you are having. There’s no running away from it. Have you not remember what I told you the other day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well take it from me girl, we have to move on. Though it’s very difficult. Even the person that we’re crying for wants us to move on. He literally told me to. Cause he doesn’t want me to feel bad, or just keep on hanging around and wait for the worse to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill okay. Now I gotta go take off this nail polish on my fingers. You-know-who is coming in later. She’ll make sure I’ll pay five bucks for each finger I have that has nail polish on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept too much yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;I don’t feel sleepy even a bit..&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, rarely happens, you know.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-1575546325893800752?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/1575546325893800752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=1575546325893800752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/1575546325893800752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/1575546325893800752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/01/days-are-not-always-as-sunny-as-we-hope.html' title='The days are not always as sunny as we hope it&apos;ll be..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-9203955452322844202</id><published>2010-01-17T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:27:05.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasi lemak+sleep=Su for today~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Got home around 1200H, I think. Ate my nasi lemak and went straight to bed. Ain’t nothing gonna stop me sleeping. Imagine not having a sleep the whole night. Huh! No thanks to him-who-shall-not-be-named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically all I do today is sleep. Woke up few times, sent some text messages, didn’t reply some of it, and fell asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I saw any of my housemates today. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys..&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself spending the whole day at the theme park then continued with partying..&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be knocked out just like me.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-9203955452322844202?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/9203955452322844202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=9203955452322844202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/9203955452322844202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/9203955452322844202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/01/nasi-lemaksleepsu-for-today.html' title='Nasi lemak+sleep=Su for today~'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-9212652637016386254</id><published>2010-01-16T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T03:40:07.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashing this and that..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Went to class, as usual. Got bored, as usual. Went back at 1200H, as usual. Did some blogging, like often. Texted Elly, like always. Picked up her call, like I’ve been doing for the pass few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Babe, I’m giving you 20 minutes to get ready and get your ass at my place. 20 minutes, okay?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes? It took me 20 minutes for bathing alone, okay? Besides, how in the world am I supposed to be there in 20 minutes when the public transport here is anything but punctual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/S23FbvlG6yI/AAAAAAAABK8/YIG25o13qiU/s1600-h/18157_104139399612447_100000491618076_117540_7126203_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/S23FbvlG6yI/AAAAAAAABK8/YIG25o13qiU/s200/18157_104139399612447_100000491618076_117540_7126203_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435217405725305634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Huh~ The point is I got there. Better than not to, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought she forgot everything bout going to Cosmo’s World Theme Park. You’re damn wring, Su!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; We’re totally getting on that roller coaster today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First ride on the roller coaster. Hmm.. Maybe cause it’s been a while, so it was kind of freaky. Really? Naa.. Genting? Hell, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were going down the escalator, then I went, “You know what? I feel like a second ride”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we went for the second ride, continuously after the first ride. Less screaming and yelling involved, of course. And I can see my face on the picture. Ngee.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a few more rides that almost got my intestines thrown out through my oesophagus. Then we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/S23EvJCqVjI/AAAAAAAABK0/euTxY9B-KVg/s1600-h/DSC02558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/S23EvJCqVjI/AAAAAAAABK0/euTxY9B-KVg/s200/DSC02558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435216639466034738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;went for nasi ayam at BB. Oou, stopped by Low Yat and picked up Khai before that. Guess who called while we were at the nasi ayam store? Yes, Syamie. Not Syamer la, stupid dumb dumb. Syamie. He was sitting right behind me. OMG. Out of all the people I can bump into with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for him, of course, he wanted to get this Cannon DSLR and it just happens that Khai here works at a Cannon store. Well, why don’t you guys work things out while I eat, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the guys behind Syamie’s table were kind of familiar. OMG. It’s the guys at the roller coaster ride. Wow. What a small place Bukit Bintang is :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me cut it short. The day ended up with me, partying from the guys at the roller coaster ride at Space, Heritage. Had lots of fun, AND, I get to do something on my new year list, make new friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me crash your party guys..&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I did..&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-9212652637016386254?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/9212652637016386254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=9212652637016386254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/9212652637016386254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/9212652637016386254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/01/crashing-this-and-that.html' title='Crashing this and that..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/S23FbvlG6yI/AAAAAAAABK8/YIG25o13qiU/s72-c/18157_104139399612447_100000491618076_117540_7126203_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-108737589988313671</id><published>2010-01-15T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:24:45.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you have a little too much time~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know what? Today’s kind of weird. The college is letting us go back at 1200H. Yes, damn weird. Not really sure why, but yes, they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell. It’s a good thing, right? Besides, we won’t be doing anything better than sleep anyways. Bhaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm.. Thought of hanging out with Adam today. But he’s kind of busy. He’s always busy, actually. Okay, okay. I understand that he’s having lots of stuff to do nowadays. I understand, okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, what’s the point of getting the chance to go back early when there’s no one to spend it with? :’(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please make the clock go faster..&lt;br /&gt;Only for today..&lt;br /&gt;Pleaaassee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-108737589988313671?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/108737589988313671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=108737589988313671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/108737589988313671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/108737589988313671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-you-have-little-too-much-time.html' title='When you have a little too much time~'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-511116441962912622</id><published>2010-01-15T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:38:02.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey ho, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, you must have been wondering where have I been. Even if you don't, well, it's ok. Huhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the thing is, I did posted something on my blog. It's just the matter of not publishing it. Which means the public can't view it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some 'things' have been going on lately. Some might offend people. So that's why I decidid not to publish it, yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for the right time to do teh right thing, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop for long..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Got something else to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-511116441962912622?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/511116441962912622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=511116441962912622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/511116441962912622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/511116441962912622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/01/questions.html' title='Questions..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-7873406880337124782</id><published>2010-01-14T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T05:22:26.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What was that?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone pinched me in the ass and said, "TEMBAM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ass hole! That hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids these days..&lt;br /&gt;Shessshh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-7873406880337124782?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/7873406880337124782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=7873406880337124782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/7873406880337124782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/7873406880337124782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-was-that.html' title='What was that?!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-2217437111694918241</id><published>2010-01-13T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T04:21:40.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Already Gone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever heard the song Already Gone by Kelly Clarkson? There's this one part that I like so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;You know that I love you so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;I love you enough to let you go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refers to someone I know, don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..&lt;br /&gt;I loved him so much..&lt;br /&gt;That I'm willing to let him go if that makes him happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-2217437111694918241?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/2217437111694918241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=2217437111694918241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2217437111694918241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2217437111694918241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/01/already-gone.html' title='Already Gone..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-2091238326834924769</id><published>2010-01-12T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T04:19:00.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teddy and his bear..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once, there was a boy named Teddy. Though he was a boy, and boys usually play with action figures, he has a stuffed bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was his sister's. His sister died a few months ago. So in the fear of forgetting her sister as he grow old, he keeps his sister's bear near him all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, what am I bullshitting? Haha. That's me, trying to make an effort of creating a story. One that doesn't sound happy if you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really shows how dark my brain is..&lt;br /&gt;Who in the world would've relate a teddy bear to a dead person?&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-2091238326834924769?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/2091238326834924769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=2091238326834924769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2091238326834924769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2091238326834924769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/01/teddy-and-his-bear.html' title='Teddy and his bear..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-610851290404620616</id><published>2010-01-11T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T04:03:00.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain does NOT eat mutton soup!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So here we are, at Hartamas. Cause Miemie is not well, and he's craving for soup that can only be bought at Hartamas though some other places near by offer the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, okay. So he's sick. So I'll let him eat. Hang on dear, it's not like it's your first time with this, aight? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So we were chit chatting until I don't know how, we came across this topic of him saying that he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/S23KytisfOI/AAAAAAAABLE/yPV5C7QRajM/s1600-h/DSC02296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/S23KytisfOI/AAAAAAAABLE/yPV5C7QRajM/s200/DSC02296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435223297873444066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;looks Korean. Shessshh! Dude, the hair doesn't turn you into a Korean. You don't even know how to say 'how are you?' in Korean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So he was going to say that he looks like this Korean actor, but he can't seem to remember the name. Of course if you ask me or any other Malaysian about Korean actors, the first name that comes to your mind would be Rain. And you know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Rain? Seriously? Really? I look like Rain? Wasn't gonna say Rain, but since you mention it, REALLY? I look like RAIN? Haha! No wonder the chicks are checking me out!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We spent about three hours at Hartamas. And I had to listen to all that crap through the three hours. Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How bout storm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Or thunder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-610851290404620616?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/610851290404620616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=610851290404620616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/610851290404620616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/610851290404620616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/01/rain-does-not-eat-mutton-soup.html' title='Rain does NOT eat mutton soup!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/S23KytisfOI/AAAAAAAABLE/yPV5C7QRajM/s72-c/DSC02296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-5926909313693810457</id><published>2010-01-10T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T03:05:17.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liv.. err.. LOSERFOOL..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hung out with Pak Lang. We were kind of supposed to catch Liverpool's match. Well, the game's cancelled. Sheeesshh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least I get to see two girls with the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;melatah&lt;/span&gt;' habit and got myself a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miemie's supposed to pick me up for out 'date' (so-called!!) Poor Miemie. He threw up alomost everything. Must be really drunk. He looks sick too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hartamas with Miemie. Reason: he wants to get a soup. Like Ampang doesn't sell any! Urgh~ Doesn't matter, as long as you're driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a continuation for this entry..&lt;br /&gt;But I need to change the entry date..&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna get myself confused..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-5926909313693810457?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/5926909313693810457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=5926909313693810457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5926909313693810457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5926909313693810457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/01/liv-err-loserfool.html' title='Liv.. err.. LOSERFOOL..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-3651213170231080875</id><published>2010-01-08T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T03:29:54.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the First Week..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We have come to the end of the first week of 2010. Congratulations people, for making it through the first week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Today, as planned, we're having our college annual trip. Only thing is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/S23DCovUaEI/AAAAAAAABKs/PZZlCk6Ii5o/s1600-h/DSC02272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/S23DCovUaEI/AAAAAAAABKs/PZZlCk6Ii5o/s200/DSC02272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435214775369099330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the venue of choice ain't exactly what turns me on. Malacca. Yes. The historical city itself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/S23CmOrYOgI/AAAAAAAABKk/ok4i_77oW8Y/s1600-h/DSC02266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/S23CmOrYOgI/AAAAAAAABKk/ok4i_77oW8Y/s200/DSC02266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435214287336913410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;OMG. Like, OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We're crashing in this hotel called the Malacca Guest House. Nine of us, three &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;in each room. Lucky for Syifa and Hanany I won't be staying for the night. So they don't have to share the bunk. Why waste my money here when I can just go back home? Shessshh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, here's the story. I have to attend a wedding tomorrow so I thought, maybe I'll leave earlier tomorrow morning. But I can't. Cause I'm supposed to be the freaking bridesmaid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So since I have to be at Subang by 0900H, I guess waking up early and travel all the way to Subang wont do me any good. Unless, I travel one day earlier. Hence, I ended up asking permission to come back to KL tonight instead of tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;All the traveling is making my joints loose..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Bed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I need REST..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-3651213170231080875?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/3651213170231080875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=3651213170231080875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3651213170231080875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3651213170231080875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-of-first-week.html' title='The End of the First Week..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/S23DCovUaEI/AAAAAAAABKs/PZZlCk6Ii5o/s72-c/DSC02272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-3668515806001188830</id><published>2010-01-02T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:23:21.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BURGER, PLS!</title><content type='html'>I need a large set or Chicken Prosperity Burger. Someone, anyone, please help! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only two times a year where I eat beef..&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya and when prosperity burger is up for sale..&lt;br /&gt;But since there’s chicken prosperity, hell to beef..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-3668515806001188830?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/3668515806001188830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=3668515806001188830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3668515806001188830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3668515806001188830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/01/burger-pls.html' title='BURGER, PLS!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-3788352212195731802</id><published>2010-01-01T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T03:11:35.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 2010, WORLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning Genting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ho, internet people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have reached 2010, a new year, a new decade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am leaving behind the memories, regardless of fun, happy times, even sorrowful moments of 2009. With of course, a hope that 2010 will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want for 2010? Well, let me check my list. Among others (yes, a lot) are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;1. Make new friends&lt;br /&gt;2. Travel&lt;br /&gt;3. Earn more&lt;br /&gt;4. Study till my brain freezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;5. Hangout more often&lt;br /&gt;6. Get a driving license (shessshh, I know!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Be a better person&lt;br /&gt;8. Graduate without any controversies or political issues involved&lt;br /&gt;9. Go swimming more often&lt;br /&gt;10. Learn foxtrot :P&lt;br /&gt;11. Be more like a girl (Bhaha~ I know you’ll love this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;12. Beg my mum/Pak Lang for a car!&lt;br /&gt;13. Be healthy&lt;br /&gt;14. Get a perm (should I?)&lt;br /&gt;15. Do pedi &amp;amp; medi more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the highlight of 2010 would be me attending more parties and events though I have a major exam with the Malaysian Nursing Board soon, and the most awaited day for these very torturing 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;++ years, my graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES PEOPLE, I AM FUCKING GRADUATING FROM THIS FUCKING COLLEGE WITH A FUCKING DIPLOMA IN FUCKING NURSING. FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/S22-s1AXuZI/AAAAAAAABKU/cWCOlVI47WY/s1600-h/DSC02121+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/S22-s1AXuZI/AAAAAAAABKU/cWCOlVI47WY/s320/DSC02121+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435210002658212242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. To not to go overboard, I think I should stop by this paragraph. Or else I’ll keep on typing nonsense that I would not like people, especially ones on the internet to read. One sentence of mocking my own college is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, HAPPY 2010!&lt;br /&gt;May God bless us all..&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-3788352212195731802?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/3788352212195731802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=3788352212195731802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3788352212195731802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3788352212195731802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010-world.html' title='HAPPY 2010, WORLD!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBEmkk1P6dI/S22-s1AXuZI/AAAAAAAABKU/cWCOlVI47WY/s72-c/DSC02121+%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-5755704911518141543</id><published>2009-12-31T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:14:13.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's New Year's Eve, baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey ho internet people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the college announced that those who were involved in carolling can get a leave on Saturday. Well, I’ll be damned. What about the rest of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t matter anymore. Cause it totally means me having to cancel my New Year program that involves me being out of KL. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well. Today, we’d ask JK to query with she-whom-I-will-never-favour bout the rest of us who’s not involved with carolling to get a leave on Saturday. Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked! We’re on leave for the whole weekend! Hey hooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think Su. Think fast! What the hell am I going to do for the whole weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now 2210H and I am still clueless of what am I going to do tonight. Damn. I can’t do the countdown alone, here at Emerald Hill Bukit Indah. No way, damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I buzzed Yazid, saying that it is considered fine enough if I could just count from ten to one somewhere than Bukit Indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here was the plan. We’re going to Maison. Me and the boys, and a few other girls, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Club? On New Year’s Eve? Is it just me or is it totally lame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. I know I shouldn’t be complaining. At least I get to be SOMEWHERE instead of NOWHERE. Aite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, ouh! The boys buzzed again. There’s a change of plan. We’re heading to Genting instead. Hmm.. why does that suddenly doesn’t sound right? Let’s see. New Year’s Eve, hotels and apartments are fully booked, lots of people up there. Oh yeah, plus the fact that we might freeze to death if there’s no place to check in? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 2350H, and the boys are not yet here. Oh well, Su. Guess you’ll be counting down 2010 at the balcony, as expected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well boys, you’ve done a great job coming late and let me do the countdown at the balcony. Thanks. It was a whale of a lifetime. Just me, at the balcony, with some other neighbours, watching the fireworks which we can barely see from the ninth floor. How splendid :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time hits 0129H on the 1st January 2010. And we have finally reached Genting. And I thought we were late! Shessshh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have a confession to make. OMG, this is embarrassing! Especially the fact that I am confessing on my blog! Okay, okay. I met this guy, which is one of the girls’ brother, which I find kind of cute and stuff, and which I kinda got his number. Ngee.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, when was the last time I ever approach a guy that I thought was cute? Bhaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Nuff said. No more details of what happened on the after party. You know, some things are better left untold :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Happy 2010, world!&lt;br /&gt;Hope that this year will be bring good things ahead..&lt;br /&gt;Oou, I’m graduating!! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-5755704911518141543?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/5755704911518141543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=5755704911518141543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5755704911518141543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5755704911518141543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-new-years-eve-baby.html' title='It&apos;s New Year&apos;s Eve, baby!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-3978523508573657850</id><published>2009-12-30T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:13:08.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I smell unfairness.. Erk~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A little announcement from the college. Those involved in carolling are allowed to take a leave on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please turn back the time to Christmas, so that I can put my name in the carolling team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I don’t sing, I can just be the ‘angel.’ Or something like an angel. Bhaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I seriously can’t think of any plans for New Year’s Eve. Simply cause I have class on Saturday. I mean, come on. It’s our last New Year’s Eve whilst still in this college. Haiiisshh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So all I have in mind now is to hang out with Nana and Ifah. Like we did on Christmas’ Eve, together with Matt and the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s just hope somebody would pick me up even though it’ll be at the very last minute. Huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it’s going to be the end of the decade?&lt;br /&gt;Wow..&lt;br /&gt;Look at how much I’ve grown.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-3978523508573657850?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/3978523508573657850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=3978523508573657850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3978523508573657850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3978523508573657850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-smell-unfairness-erk.html' title='I smell unfairness.. Erk~'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-5063663696237945739</id><published>2009-11-16T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:11:56.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Theathre, Day 1..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today’s our first day in the operation theatre. And today, we’re going to the CSSD department. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we arrived early. The bus came at like, 0600H??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour and 30 minutes before it’s 0800H. Guess what we were doing? Exactly! Sleep! And guess where? At the ICU waiting area! Yes, we dare to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSSD is like, I don’t know, made us looked like we were working at some electronic company, putting on the parts on the TV, DVD players and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause all we did were sticking on the barcode on the items at CSSD. Which is kind of okay, cause it kept up awake for the rest of the day. Bhaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Here, it is very cold. And there is barely anything for you to do. It would be so nice to sleep, don’t you think so? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo session is tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;Must get enough sleep today so that I won’t look like a zombie tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-5063663696237945739?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/5063663696237945739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=5063663696237945739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5063663696237945739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/5063663696237945739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/01/operation-theathre-day-1.html' title='Operation Theathre, Day 1..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-1431115877653891223</id><published>2009-11-15T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:11:38.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm prepared.. Erkk.. Pre? pA? rEd?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow, is the day, where we will start work late, do nothing but stand like a flower, and freeze to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re going to the operation theatre :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous group who went there said that on the first day, we’ll be put in the CSSD department. It’s kind of the place where we pack all those sterile items. Make them free of germs and such. Maybe we ourselves should try going in the sterilization machine. We have lots of unwanted stuff growing on us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, we’re having lots of talks with this and that doctor, and we’ll be having our photo session too. With my, of course, favourite photographer, Mr John@Abu of Sukasukalensa. Check them out kids. Sukasukalensa.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oouh.. he-who-shall-not-be-named’s birthday is happening this week. Damn it! Should I, or should I not do anything? A wish, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;I need Facebook..&lt;br /&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-1431115877653891223?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/1431115877653891223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=1431115877653891223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/1431115877653891223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/1431115877653891223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-im-prepared-erkk-pre-pa-red.html' title='I think I&apos;m prepared.. Erkk.. Pre? pA? rEd?'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-253829327887464957</id><published>2009-11-14T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:11:20.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of boredom~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I got to say for today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I posting my blog like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say because of the lack of ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in the mental state where I can think or write properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow, internet people..&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-253829327887464957?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/253829327887464957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=253829327887464957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/253829327887464957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/253829327887464957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-of-boredom.html' title='Out of boredom~'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-7435268777520835385</id><published>2009-11-13T12:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:07:40.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long awaited.. or not~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It’s Friday the 13th. What has Mother Nature and fate has installed for us today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does that sounds like I know what’s coming up ahead? No people, I do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have no idea of what should I blog about today. Running low of ideas lately. Argh! It’s like a disease. Consuming you slowly from the inside, making you lose your brain cells. Ahaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where in the world am I supposed to find inspirations?&lt;br /&gt;Huhu~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-7435268777520835385?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/7435268777520835385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=7435268777520835385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/7435268777520835385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/7435268777520835385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-awaited-or-not.html' title='The long awaited.. or not~'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-8495913901932045291</id><published>2009-11-12T10:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:39:17.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ugly truth..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Throughout the unforgettable years of training, a lot of lessons of life has been learnt. Friendships has been put to test. Patience has been pushed to the limit. Among those countless lessons learnt, there are of course some that seems to be unforgettable, regardles of whether it carries along sweet or painful memories with it. This little note I leave is for me to read in the future and be reminded that not everybody accepts you for being who you are, and it seems like for some, being untrue to others and even themselves do more good than damage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of these, speaking out and be heard definitely does not apply in the environment where you are more appreciated when you speak of only things that people want to hear, even if it means telling tales of things that never happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the future me, do not regret whatever that has happened now, and though it seems hard to believe, everything does happen for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To others, lots of luck and thank yous. May we all be blessed no matter what has happened in the past. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is the unedited, uncensored, uncut version of the message that I'm supposed to hand up for the college's magazine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when you almost graduate, they make this annual college magazine, and since it's your final year, they let you have a column for you to leave your message?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is mine. When I let my classmates read it, most of them said that the message is rather insulting. Though there are some that said it's a good thing that I let it all out, cause everybody knows that it's the truth, and that no one else dare to submit such message therefore I should be the brave one and stand up on behalf of the whole class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I'm putting my neck on the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck. Whatever. No matter how I change the massage, it'll still be 'insulting.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm leaving anyways..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-8495913901932045291?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/8495913901932045291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=8495913901932045291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/8495913901932045291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/8495913901932045291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2009/11/ugly-truth.html' title='The ugly truth..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-2640930782016954561</id><published>2009-11-11T13:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:12:20.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Altered ENT..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Altered this, altered that. Haissshh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I've been studying this for a few days (yes, this is not a last minute study) there are still some topics that I haven't finish. Yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I came to college with the feeling of, 'OMG this is my mentor's module, what should I do?' and before you know it the test actually starts at 1030H. Not 0800H, as I thought it will. Shessshh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper was good. Able to answer most of the questions. Heh. It's VT's paper. One way or another she'll make it such that we'll be able to answer it, even without our common sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Our group is famous for not having any common sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Really long week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-2640930782016954561?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/2640930782016954561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=2640930782016954561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2640930782016954561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2640930782016954561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2009/11/altered-ent.html' title='Altered ENT..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-3161516189568074481</id><published>2009-11-10T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:40:23.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk? Talk la!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Good morning Gleneagles Intan Medical Centre. I would love nto to stick around, but unfortunatelty we have a talk with Dr Gan regarding common skin conditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously we were half asleep. We're lucky that the doc didn't say anything. And the best part probably is the fact that we actually understand what he was presenting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, have to go back to the college after this. Such a waste of time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Think bout all the possibilities and things we could do if we're at home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-3161516189568074481?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/3161516189568074481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=3161516189568074481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3161516189568074481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/3161516189568074481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2009/11/talk-talk-la.html' title='Talk? Talk la!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-2271784957471458188</id><published>2009-11-09T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:55:47.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Customer Engagement Programme..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today we are forced to enroll a programme conducted by this mister from the hospital that's supposed to teach us how to handle situations that requires us to face clients. Or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, this programme starts at 0900H and ends at 1700H. Deng~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on the early part of the programme we were supposed to creat our own cheer, which, I am no good at, at all! Huh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention, this mister asked us whether we came because we want to, or because we were told to. Is it so hard to figure out the answer for that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the programme did do us some good. In terms of at least now we know how to react to those clients who are such a pain in the ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yea! There was this part where we were supposed to draw 'the brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you can't expect much from me. I'm terrible at drawing. But after he commented and gave marks for all the drawings, he pointed out that in his previous session with otehr groups, there was this one group that drew teh fox and dog, but instead of making teh fox jumped over the dog, it looked more like the fox and dog were having sex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seriously did say that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some jaws were dropped. Huhu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking tired..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Going home with Hanany's car..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-2271784957471458188?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/2271784957471458188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=2271784957471458188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2271784957471458188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2271784957471458188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2009/11/customer-engagement-programme.html' title='Customer Engagement Programme..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-6896417578890943790</id><published>2009-11-08T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:36:44.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people got married, some got Pisau Cukur (gold digger)..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Might be out of boredom, I woke up at 0800H. Haha. Of course, like always, I went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatin Babe called around 1100H. So I’m supposed to be ready by 1300H for the wedding. Eddie and Fatin Babe are fetching me. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had cereal this morning for breakfast. Don’t worry. I still have room for the all-you-can-eat at the wedding. Bhaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came, we ate, we sweat. Nuff said. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw some of the boys at the wedding. We kind of planned to catch a movie after the wedding. The boys didn’t come along, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Cheras Leisure Mall. The movie selection was crap! Went to Galaxy Ampang instead. There’s Pisau Cukur! Luckily it was Fatin Babe and I who bought the tickets. So Eddie couldn’t have any say when we bought it. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so people, I would like to proudly announce that I have watched Pisau Cukur. Like, oh my Dior! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was damn good. Two gold diggers on a cruise, hoping to find a rich guy and get married. Well, it all falls down that even though money is vital, it’s not the ONLY thing we need. And so they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned for karaoke this Saturday with Fatin Babe and the boys..&lt;br /&gt;One trip for karaoke cancelled, doesn’t mean you can’t have another one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-6896417578890943790?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/6896417578890943790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=6896417578890943790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6896417578890943790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6896417578890943790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-people-got-married-some-got-pisau.html' title='Some people got married, some got Pisau Cukur (gold digger)..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-1062957344140046776</id><published>2009-11-07T15:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:34:44.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross me, cross you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Took some crosses today. But I forgot to bring my cross book. Deng! Well at least I scored six crosses. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home looking like a zombie. Supposing to wait for someone to pick me up, but nobody showed up. Heh. Ended up staying here for the weekend. Bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vena was at home. Please people, believe her when she said she did nothing at home other than eat and sleep. It’s true. I was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wedding to attend to tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how though..&lt;br /&gt;Huhu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-1062957344140046776?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/1062957344140046776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=1062957344140046776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/1062957344140046776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/1062957344140046776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2009/11/cross-me-cross-you.html' title='Cross me, cross you!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-6546198568701615746</id><published>2009-11-06T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:33:46.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The case of sober, and Ninja..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a confession. I did not stay home last night after the movie with Roro and the H guy. I went out again, and drank with someone. And went d****. And....... (some skeletons are better left inside the closet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so after coming home at about 0500H, took a quick nap till 0600H, woke up, and went to college, and for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself doing a test when you’re sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We girls have a plan today. Which is to go for karaoke at Ampang Park. Well heck, cancelled. Cause there wasn’t enough 21 and above among us. Shessshh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to KLCC and had a meal together instead. Half of the girls wanted to catch Pisau Cukur. Half of them wanted to go back. I, on the other hand, was asked to watch a movie whom I’ve promised to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched one of those stupid I-wanna-make-a-movie-cause-everybody-is movie. Ninja. Damn, I tell you. Ten minutes after the movie started and I could already predict the next one and a half hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys at a dojo, one who deserves to be the descendent, and one who fails to be. The guy who failed kind of lost his mind, got kicked, and few years later came back for revenge. The guy who got picked played hero, saved the girl, saved the world. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks though for the movie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to watch Pisau Cukur..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-6546198568701615746?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/6546198568701615746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=6546198568701615746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6546198568701615746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/6546198568701615746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2009/11/case-of-sober-and-ninja.html' title='The case of sober, and Ninja..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-4748567654141963106</id><published>2009-11-05T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:31:52.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny's hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today’s a big day. For Roro, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was planned, that today Roro is going out with the H guy (real names should not be mentioned on blogs, especially when it’s kind of personal) and that I am supposed to come along, since I know this H guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping when Roro rang me up and asked whether I’m all ready. Lucky I heard her calling. Or else the H guy would end up waiting downstairs for hours. Bhaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we went to KLCC, bought tickets for the movie, Jennifer’s Body (FINALLY I get to watch this movie!) Then while waiting for the movie to start, we hung out at Starbucks, had some drinks (sorry I didn’t finish mine. I suddenly had this burning sensation at my throat) and had some fun, heart-felt conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roro and her story of her ex, the H guy with the story of his ex. And there’s me, listening to both of them complaining bout each others’ exes. Shessshh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough talk bout them. Let’s talk Jennifer. Bhaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, the movie wasn’t THAT good. Obviously people came and watched it mainly cause Megan Fox’s in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storyline was the lame old, same old. This indie band which wanna make it big, sacrificed Jenny to the devil. The sacrifice should have been ‘pure’ in the sense that a virgin is needed, but heck, Jenny was NOT hell of a virgin, and so instead of went away, the devil stayed in Jenny’s body and so she became a Succubus, a female devil who seduces and then feeds on the flesh of her prey. In which, are males (I used to watch Charmed, hence the knowledge on demons and stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then Jenny’s so-called BFF, Needy, found out bout it and wants to stop her. The only way to kill Jenny, or should I say the Succubus, was to stab her, right at the heart. Yummy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was this prom, which Needy totally prevents her boyfriend from going as she was afraid he’d be food for her BFF. Unfortunately Jenny bumped into this bofriend of Needy’s and seduced him and stuff and ate him. Needy kind of realized it and went looking for those two and found Jenny feeing on the poor guy and him half alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Jenny didn’t have a full meal, she was kind of tired and unable to do super stuff and stuff. So Needy took the opportunity to kill Jenny, and slash! A stab right at Jenny’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needy was later on admitted to a psychiatric hospital. But what everybody didn’t know that since Jenny bit her, some of the devil’s power transferred to Needy, giving her super power and all.&lt;br /&gt;And on one fine night, she escaped herself from the psychiatric hospital and went looking for the band who sacrificed Jenny in the first place and killed them. End of story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan Fox..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's hot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I mean, he's hot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I mean, he-she's hot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-4748567654141963106?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/4748567654141963106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=4748567654141963106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/4748567654141963106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/4748567654141963106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2009/11/jennys-hot.html' title='Jenny&apos;s hot!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-2921465874675918949</id><published>2009-11-04T15:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:30:30.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RDC and tears..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is my turn to visit the haemodialysis centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please people, haemodialysis is a medical term listed in the ‘medical/scientific term that you should know in order to live in today’s world.’ Do Google if you have no idea what hell haemodialysis is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The renal dialysis centre wasn’t that big though. It was found by the Datuk Dr something-something, and it is for those who’s living around Ampang who requires haemodialysis on a regular basis. In other words, a RDC that’s near to where they live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t do much. Just stand there like a bunch of dying flowers while observing them do this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the staff there gave us a tour around the RDC, and some briefing on the seven wives and one husband thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I noticed the different types of haemodialysis machine used. There were the ones from German, Japan and other countries. And each of the dialysis machine were given names. Tiara, Juara, Wira, Iswara. And then I suddenly noticed this one particular haemodialysis machine which was manufactured in Japan, given the name Kiteretsu. Heh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming with Leong, went back, took a shower and cooked instant noodles. Watched a Chinese soap opera with Leong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was set somewhere during the world war. The father’s a Japanese, and the mother’s a Nyonya descendent. Which doesn’t sound good, does it? The mother was almost raped, then the father rescued her. The whole family ran away, but was being hunted by the Japs. The father sort of sacrifice himself so that the mother and the daughter could get away. And so the father died. Then somewhere along the way when the daughter and mother were running for their lives, the mother died, leaving the daughter all alone by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leong cried her eyes on particularly this scene. I didn’t. Shows how little emotions I have, huh? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-2921465874675918949?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/2921465874675918949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=2921465874675918949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2921465874675918949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/2921465874675918949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2009/11/rdc-and-tears.html' title='RDC and tears..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-786615858053040612</id><published>2009-11-03T14:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:26:34.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being true, though it hurts like hell..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What if there’s this guy, who’s been so into you for all this while (almost a year to be exact) and currently has a girlfriend, point out that he still wants you, regardless of the girlfriend’s existence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s true though when he mentioned that I’ve never for even once, given him the chance to make a move on me, despite all the effort he made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to say for myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here’s the thing. There’s a fine line between friends, and people whom I can date with. He happens to fall into the friends category. Not people I can date with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to have him around as company. Hanging out together, have dinner, catch a movie, or just simply texting on the phone. But all those does not mean that I want to date him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to date him, and somehow somewhere along the way something goes wrong, I won’t just loose someone who’s close to my heart, I’ll also lose a dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that he understands that I treasure our friendship so much, that I do not want to risk it over an uncertain relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, those who know me well would understand why I’m saying all these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not being judgemental..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just being true to him and myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-786615858053040612?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/786615858053040612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=786615858053040612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/786615858053040612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/786615858053040612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-true-though-it-hurts-like-hell.html' title='Being true, though it hurts like hell..'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567209484142765608.post-8255124652357912939</id><published>2009-11-02T14:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:29:00.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Altered CNS? More like altered me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m in no mood. This is going to be short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we’re having the Altered Central Nervous System class test. Which most of us kind of pre-booked a one way ticket to failure land. Heh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m totally not expecting much from this. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there’s anything that I’ll never be able to do well, it’ll be these three modules:&lt;br /&gt;-Orthopaedic&lt;br /&gt;-Altered muscular system&lt;br /&gt;-Altered central nervous system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those three are a no-no for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was sitting there, not bothering anyone with my presence, when the rusty old hen suddenly called my name and pointed out how my answers show that I did not study for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it necessary for you to point out something about me every single time you see me not involved in any activities that you can make a fuss out of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m seriously pissed!&lt;br /&gt;Rusty old hen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3567209484142765608-8255124652357912939?l=heartofsurynt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/feeds/8255124652357912939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3567209484142765608&amp;postID=8255124652357912939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/8255124652357912939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567209484142765608/posts/default/8255124652357912939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartofsurynt.blogspot.com/2009/11/altered-cns-more-like-altered-me.html' title='Altered CNS? More like altered me!'/><author><name>SuRynt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15074741423831636645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
