<?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-2151974312598417487</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:31:58.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dEViL's jOUrnAlisT</title><subtitle type='html'>Gonna know more about being a Devil without being dead? Just see through my blogs and you will get it~!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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/&gt;就这样，在充满疲惫的情况下我过了这个星期的最后一天上课日。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祝大家周末愉快哦～！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-527841516982412733?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/527841516982412733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=527841516982412733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/527841516982412733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/527841516982412733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2010/02/3.html' title='一星期的回顾录 3'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-5522207842513159332</id><published>2010-02-07T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:11:42.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一星期的回顾录 2</title><content type='html'>2月4日，星期四：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;由于星期三的事件对我产生了驾驶阴影，勇特别下来我家再用我的车载我去INTI。。。呵呵～被人载永远是最幸福的。。。^^ 那天我们俩下了课后，他很好的帮我载了我妹妹再下店，然后我们俩再回家。。。嘻嘻～不必驾车的幸福滋味，不是常常有的叻～^^我们俩在车里就这样谈天说地的浪费了半个小时多，哈哈。。。最后决定上来家读书～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;够力！那猪囝勇竟然想躺我的床铺，哼！！没洗澡谁都别想上！！&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈～就这样边闹边读的呆到了差不多时间，勇就回家了。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;勇，再次谢谢你哦～谢谢你让我过了幸福又富有安全感的一天。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;路上小心哦！掰掰。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-5522207842513159332?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5522207842513159332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=5522207842513159332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/5522207842513159332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/5522207842513159332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2010/02/2.html' title='一星期的回顾录 2'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-334858952754409673</id><published>2010-02-07T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:03:53.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一星期的回顾录 1</title><content type='html'>2月3日，星期三：&lt;br /&gt;啊！！今天我真是破财消灾呀～刚从INTI大门出来就和摩哆“擦肩而过”，费了我RM20叻。。。&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;是这样的，今天4pm class就结束了，我和勇在三楼cubicle中边读书边谈天 （当然谈天多过读书啦～！），说啊说不知不觉就到9pm多了，我也怕妈咪担心就告辞要回家了。他也就和我一起回咯～我们除了边走边谈外，到了车还在谈个没完。 =.=就这样说啊说的，到了差不多10pm我才开始启动引擎。才到INTI门口，看就对面路没车，靠我这条路的只有一辆摩哆向我驶来，应该来得及停或闪我的，我就踩油飞出门口。结果才刚转过头看向前方，那辆摩哆车就在我面前！结果来不及刹车，我俩就“擦肩而过”了。。。有够他妈的！好闪不闪，闪到另一条lane去，我一下车，看那辆摩哆车没什么大碍就开始破口大骂，我俩的口水战就这样展开了～～～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果，本来我就快赢的，给那看门的guard一句话，说我直接转向对面路就是错，把我塞得无话可说。最后乖乖任命，费了我RM20消了这次的灾。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;呼～呼～呼～当时勇听见相撞的声音就飞也似的跑了出来。。。或许是他有在吧，让我有勇气的失去理智，让我放声大哭。。。其实我并没有大家想像中的那么强悍，我的破口大骂只是本身的自卫方式。破口大骂后的我，是那么的无助，是那么的脆弱。。。那时的我，多希望有个人让我靠着放声大哭。。。可惜，勇已是别人的男朋友了。。。我不可以这样！！&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谢谢你，勇！如果当时不是有你，我或许已经崩溃了。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要是，你是我男朋友那该有多好。。。唉～～作弄人的命运呀！！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-334858952754409673?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/334858952754409673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=334858952754409673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/334858952754409673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/334858952754409673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2010/02/1.html' title='一星期的回顾录 1'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-3349021696268071635</id><published>2010-01-29T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:16:15.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wonderful day in this week~</title><content type='html'>Wow!! Nowadays keep feeling that the days were passing by too quick without noticing~ And I have been in INTI for about 1months for my 2nd Sem but I don't even have the study mood then... &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some story on the past few days, enjoy~^^:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28/1 Thurdsday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man! I'm damn happy today!! Piggy fetching me to INTI by using motor, woo-hooo~!!! This is my 1st experience of going INTI by motorcycle ^^. Anyway, I feel it will be more excited if I have the chance to ride motor by myself to INTI, yeahh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before reaching INTI, Piggy fetch me to coffee shop to have my lunch. Lalala~ I enjoy so much for my Roti Tissue although it looks not so nice for my eating style as well. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; At about 1pm, we reached INTI and parked well the motor. Wow! I have an exotic exercise for climbing up and down staircase searching for place to study. Sadly, even we have climbed twice, looking here and there, searching around, but there is totally a "full-house" man! Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any choice, we went into a classroom and start our study as well... Lolx~ Piggy and I were so worried with anybody that passed by as we not sure whether the class is in used or not.&amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Wow! Time passing by quickly, we not even finished up our &lt;clamper&gt; topic but is time for MAT1122 class.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/clamper&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Having a full with laughter class, Piggy fetch me home at 6pm~ Again, I enjoyed the ridding, feeling the wind blow over my face and the fresh air while passing by the trees~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okay~! That's all for that day... LOLx~ I'm relax, I'm happy and I'm enjoyed~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Thanks lot to you, Piggy~ I have a great experience on it... 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week~'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-4843404436899105329</id><published>2010-01-23T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:39:55.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>～想拥有不代表稀饭～</title><content type='html'>不断D问自己，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;偶素真D稀饭涅吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;偶要D素爱情吗？&lt;br /&gt;还素只素个&lt;br /&gt;能够给偶温暖，&lt;br /&gt;能够给偶安全感，&lt;br /&gt;能够让偶依靠D人？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回想过7，&lt;br /&gt;偶稀饭涅D虾咪？&lt;br /&gt;外貌？性格？钱财？浪漫？&lt;br /&gt;似乎都不素～！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;偶要D更似乎素&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;涅D陪伴，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;涅D温暖，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;涅D呵护，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;涅D关心～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;和涅在一起D时光，&lt;br /&gt;真D很开心～&lt;br /&gt;疯狂D玩乐，&lt;br /&gt;认真D讨论，&lt;br /&gt;真心D倾诉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;快乐D时光总过得特别快，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;偶俩最近开始冷淡了，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;不晓得素涅冷却了还素偶凝固了。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许偶9快失7这些开心D日子了～ &lt;br /&gt;米U照片D回忆，&lt;br /&gt;只U藏在内心D回忆，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;只希望涅珍惜这段回忆。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人家说稀饭不代表拥有，&lt;br /&gt;但偶才发现，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;偶并不素稀饭，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;偶只想拥有～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;猪囝，&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;真D真D希望涅还能够陪伴偶～&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;（对不起猪囝D女朋友。。。） &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-4843404436899105329?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4843404436899105329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=4843404436899105329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/4843404436899105329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/4843404436899105329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_23.html' title='～想拥有不代表稀饭～'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-3867476026562149131</id><published>2010-01-17T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:54:43.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>幸福？！</title><content type='html'>爱涅却说不出口，&lt;br /&gt;不素因为胆小，&lt;br /&gt;不素因为害羞，&lt;br /&gt;只因为涅名花有主。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想爱涅却不敢爱，&lt;br /&gt;想恨涅却不忍心。&lt;br /&gt;每天看着不会属于偶D涅，&lt;br /&gt;心很疼，心很酸。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当偶们在两人世界里，&lt;br /&gt;偶觉得好幸福。&lt;br /&gt;但，幸福维持不到1分钟，&lt;br /&gt;偶被涅女朋友唤醒了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;偶D幸福破灭了~&lt;br /&gt;9连幻想中D幸福也不存在~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很珍惜每次偶们二人世界D时光，&lt;br /&gt;虽然素个假像，&lt;br /&gt;虽然素个幻觉，&lt;br /&gt;但至少偶享受过~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~幸福了，被唤醒了，疼了，哭了，累了，睡了~&lt;br /&gt;重复U重复着。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-3867476026562149131?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3867476026562149131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=3867476026562149131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/3867476026562149131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/3867476026562149131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='幸福？！'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-7587424634182197780</id><published>2010-01-09T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T20:38:45.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My INTI's Life 2010</title><content type='html'>Wow~! At the end, I've passed my very first week in INTI safely. LOL~XD&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have quite a lots of story to share with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4th Jan'10:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first day for study. As usual, every first class the lecturer will given out the Course Structure and bla with those rubbish. Sadly, I have only one subject on Monday with two hours lab and two more hours lecturer &amp;amp; tutorial. So, without choices I begin my very first lesson, EEE1102. (Although that lecturer have talked lots of rubbish but there still two and the half hours left as well =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man!! The balanced time are tormenting me... I'm truly not suit to the way that lecturer teach as I can't get the main point or the main message lecturer given~ Perhaps, lots of my classmates have the same feeling too. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class over at 2pm, I went to Financial Department to pay off my fees. Wow! That takes a long time for me waiting my turn to pay. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; After that about 3pm or perhaps beyond. we, Yong, Sin and me, leave INTI and move on to Queensbay Mall as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is only one car between three of us and of course mine car is the one chosen to be driven to QB. And as what I've planned, Yong be the driver fetching both of us~ Blek! Actually as my very first plan, I'm choosing to go beach. However, we dismissed as the weather is too hot then. =.= Then we go TBowl for our fulled-lunch. Yea! I'm damn full after the lunch, some more with the forcing of Yong and Sin to finish it. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; For sure, I've ordered the Shit-ice-cream as out dessert. (^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next destination located in Adidas retailing shop. (Oops, I have forgotten what's the shop's name as well =.=) Just looking around and giving comment on those goods while waiting the arrival of Beng Koko ( Chang Ming). At about 5pm, we move on to the sea-side next to QB. The sun seems like not too hot but feels quite hot after long duration under it. =.= While being the sea-side, Sin be asked to open her birthday present. LOL~ A childish game have been played by me - wrapping 25 layers of newspaper onto the present! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 5:30pm, Sin going for dating with her husband and Beng Koko leave too with having important things to do. Leaving behind Yong and me~ =.= So, Yong fetch me to his working cafe, located in Pantai Hospital. Anyway, we just having some chit-chat there and looking around as I'm the first time be there. We stay until the cafe close and for sure Yong help to close too and that is about 7pm. Yong is going home for dinner and we go back INTI to get his motorcycle as well. Unfortunately, is was raining heavily while reaching INTI and so we just sit in the car and having chit-chat while waiting the rain to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain stop at about 8pm and we say goodbye to each other then leaving INTI~ Oh yea, on the way back home, I saw an accident that a car is on fire after colliding with another cars! And what make thing worst is, traffic jam for around 20minutes for moving about 50m. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; And so, I finally reach home at 9pm with the pain on my right leg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for the very first day in INTI~~~ I'm happy, I'm enjoy, Yosh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-7587424634182197780?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7587424634182197780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=7587424634182197780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/7587424634182197780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/7587424634182197780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-intis-life-2010.html' title='My INTI&apos;s Life 2010'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-7896468287004763955</id><published>2009-12-31T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:36:24.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>永远D孤独 =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶D心好疼！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;为什么她会素这种态度？！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;她变了，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;要不怎么会这样？！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶不明白，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶真D不明白！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;对于她D态度，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶只能默默D倾听着心碎D声音。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;呵呵～&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;真响亮！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶9快要开学了，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;为什么猪囝D事刚刚要平复，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;她EU掀起一阵波浪？！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶现在只想静下心来好好上课！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;这个sem共有5个科目要拿，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;4个主科1个副科，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;更要命D素时间竟然撞到了！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶还在伤脑筋怎么换换时间表～ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;这个sem拿D科目多，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;上课时间也长了，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶更需要平静D心去面对！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;为什么9米人懂偶要D素什么？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶不稀饭和人吵架，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;但素那小子惹怒了偶！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶要D素他D道歉，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;但他却无理取闹，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶能怎样？！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;教教偶呀！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;昨晚偶睡不着，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;满脑子素她和小子，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;明明是小子错，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;她D态度看来却素在责备偶！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;真累！真烦！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;唉～算了！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶不会再和那小子吵，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;但偶也不会9此罢休！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;等着瞧呗～&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;最后拜托老天爷做做好心，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;让偶好好去上课好麽？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;表再搞事，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;更表再让偶知道偶不应该知道D事情了！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;谁和谁拍拖了，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;不要知道&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;谁出卖了偶，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;不要知道&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;谁和偶疏远了，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶也&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;不要知道&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;啊～～～&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;从现在开始偶只相信偶恶魔自己！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/2151974312598417487-7896468287004763955?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7896468287004763955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=7896468287004763955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/7896468287004763955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/7896468287004763955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/12/d.html' title='永远D孤独 =)'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-6231696963094638769</id><published>2009-12-28T19:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:16:32.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>涅都U女朋友了，还找偶干嘛？！</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;馨，生日快乐！！&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;（迟了一天=.=）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天9素特别为馨挑选生日礼物而和猪囝外出D。&lt;br /&gt;嘻嘻~&lt;br /&gt;因为猪囝要和偶合并买礼物送馨，&lt;br /&gt;所以今天才会和他外出D。&lt;br /&gt;嗯，&lt;br /&gt;偶们买了辆模型汽车给馨，&lt;br /&gt;虽然不素她稀饭D车型，&lt;br /&gt;但Evolution VIII她应该不会不稀饭吧？！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;馨，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;抱歉啦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;鬼叫那Brand那么差劲，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;连个Mini Cooper或Porcher或Lamboghini都米有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;虽然价钱不贵，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;但希望涅不嫌弃呗！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;嘻嘻~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说来挺可笑D，&lt;br /&gt;偶这人现实得不得了。&lt;br /&gt;本来和猪囝外出偶应该素很高兴很兴奋D，&lt;br /&gt;但今天偶却提不起一点劲儿来。&lt;br /&gt;满脑子重复着同一句话：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“涅都U女朋友了，还找偶干嘛？！”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;哼！！&lt;br /&gt;要不素看在他无论什么时候都会回偶短信D份上，&lt;br /&gt;这几天他发来D短信偶才不想回呢！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(嘻嘻~认识偶D人都知道偶不回短信素很厉害D呗！=P）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如往常一样，&lt;br /&gt;偶们还素会闹会玩，&lt;br /&gt;只素偶带着D只素敷衍D心情！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;以前偶很稀饭和他顶嘴，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;因为顶嘴之余偶们增加了很多话题。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;但今天无论他怎么“酸”偶，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;偶一句话都不想顶！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唯一一点让偶比较安慰D素，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;偶和猪囝D默契还素那么D好！&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;呵呵~ &lt;br /&gt;今天偶才刚到Prangin Mall 停放摩哆处9看见了刚到而找位子停泊D猪囝。&lt;br /&gt;米U任何计算，&lt;br /&gt;米U任何信息，&lt;br /&gt;米U任何安排，&lt;br /&gt;除了昨晚D“明天两点钟见”~&lt;br /&gt;(当时素一点四十多分哦!）&lt;br /&gt;这么好D默契偶还素第一次尝试。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;但有默契EU怎样，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;代表不了什么，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;更改变不了40！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;40永远素残酷&lt;/b&gt;D&lt;b&gt;，&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;40永远把美丽&lt;/b&gt;D&lt;b&gt;幻想打成碎片。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;或许对于以前D偶而言，&lt;br /&gt;今天EU素快乐D一天，甜蜜D一天，&lt;br /&gt;甚至素难忘D一天。&lt;br /&gt;但今天D偶，&lt;br /&gt;除了不自在，不自然，&lt;br /&gt;感觉不到一丝兴奋与开心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也不晓得猪囝素否发现了偶D不自在，&lt;br /&gt;或许米U呗！&lt;br /&gt;男生总只素在乎自己D女友！&lt;br /&gt;也好，&lt;br /&gt;U些事情不知道总比知道D好。&lt;br /&gt;U时候问问自己，&lt;br /&gt;要素偶不知道猪囝U女朋友了，&lt;br /&gt;这几天偶应该素幸福快乐D，&lt;br /&gt;今天偶也应该素难忘D一天了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;记得刚刚猪囝问偶这几天哪天U空，&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;要补偿偶D生日和他D诺言。&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;呵呵~可笑！&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;这些东东补偿来干嘛？！&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;废物！！&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;偶不需要了！&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;偶不再需要了！！&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;等到女朋友回了宿舍再和偶外出？！&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;免了吧！&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;偶宁可选择和馨外出也不再和猪囝外出！&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;偶恶魔鄙视你~~！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/2151974312598417487-6231696963094638769?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-2651876224724566832</id><published>2009-12-26T13:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T18:34:13.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>最后一次叫猪囡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;猪囝：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;突然告诉偶涅没忘记&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;涅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;对偶&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;承诺，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶吓着了！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;因为偶已忘了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;涅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;许下&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;承诺。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;后来才想起，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;涅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;曾对偶承诺，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;要抽出两天时间陪偶逛街，看电影，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;但现在偶都忘了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;以前&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶总满怀期待那一天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;到来，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;默默&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;等待又等待，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;结果等到&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;却是&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;涅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;有女朋友&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;事实，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;任何幻想彻底破碎了！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;更何况是这个承诺？！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;呵呵～&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;这承诺对偶来说已经不再重要，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;它已不存在任何意义了！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;猪囝，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;涅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;想想，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;逛街，看电影这点芝麻小事，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶有必要那么期待麽？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;涅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;失约了偶有必要那么生气难过麽？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;其实偶期待&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;是什么？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶期待&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;是和&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;涅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;在一起&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;时光。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;但，现在已经不具有任何意义了！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;废了！废了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;忘了这个承诺吧！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶已不需要&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;涅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;对偶承诺些什么了！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;更不需要&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;涅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;达到那些承诺！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;无论怎样，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;猪囝，谢谢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;涅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;谢谢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;涅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;一直以来对偶&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;但，不再需要了！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;偶习惯了孤独寂寞，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;涅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;对偶好反而伤害了偶。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;就像长期在黑暗中&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;眼睛，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;好心的光线照射进来时，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;反而把它给弄疼了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;呵呵～～&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;猪囡上&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/2151974312598417487-2651876224724566832?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2651876224724566832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-7940630769237028897</id><published>2009-12-24T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:45:00.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>偶只是你的第二位！</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;有人說，人生就是為了找尋愛的過程，每個人的人生都要找到三個人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一個是你最愛的人，第二個是最愛你的人，第三個是共度一生的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;首先會遇到你最愛的人，然後體會到愛的感覺；因為了解被愛的感覺，所以才能發現最愛你的人；當你經歷過愛人與被愛，學會了愛，才會知道什麼是你需要的，也才會找到最適合你，能夠相處一輩子的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很悲哀的，在現實生活中，這三個人通常不是同一個人；你最愛的，往往沒有選擇你；最愛你的，往往不是你最愛的；而最長久的，偏偏不是你最愛也不是最愛你的，只是在最適合的時間出現的那個人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你，會是我生命中的第幾個人呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有人是故意要變心的，他愛你的時候是真的愛你，可是他不愛你的時候也是真的不愛你了，他愛你的時候沒有辦法假裝不愛你；同樣的，他不愛你的時候也沒有辦法假裝愛你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當一個人不愛你要離開你，你要問自己還愛不愛他，如果你也不愛他了，千萬別為了可憐的自尊而不肯離開；如果你還愛他，你應該會希望他過得&lt;span class="t_tag" href="http://mymoneyking.com/forum/tag.php?name=%D0%D2%B8%A3" onclick="tagshow(event)"&gt;幸福&lt;/span&gt;快樂，希望他跟真正愛的人在一起，絕不會阻止，你要是阻止他得到真正的幸福，就表示你已經不愛他了，而如果你不愛他，你又有什麼資格指責他變心呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛不是佔有，你喜歡月亮，不可能把月亮拿下來放在臉盆裡，但月亮的光芒仍可照進你的房間。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;換句話說，你愛一個人，也可以用另一種方式擁有，讓愛人成為生命裡的永恆回憶&lt;br /&gt;老公：“親愛的，如果你愛我的話，為什麼不能為了我從後面擠牙膏呢？”&lt;br /&gt;老婆：“老公，如果你愛我的話，為什麼不能讓我隨便擠牙膏呢？”&lt;br /&gt;如果你真愛一個人，就要愛他原來的樣子─愛他的好，也愛他的壞：愛他的優點，也愛他的缺點，絕不能因為愛他，就希望他變成自己所希望的樣子，萬一變不成就不愛他了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真正愛一個人是無法說出原因的，你只知道無論何時何地、心情好壞，你都希望這個人陪著你；真正的感情是兩人能在最艱苦中相守，也就是沒有絲毫要求。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;畢竟，感情必須付出，而不是只想獲得；分開是一種必然的考驗，如果你們感情不夠穩固，只好認輸，真愛是不會變成怨恨的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;兩人在談情說愛的時候，最喜歡叫對方發誓，許下承諾，我們為什麼要對方發誓，就是因為我們不相信對方，我們根本不相信情人，而這些山盟海誓又很不切實際：海枯石爛、地老天荒，都不能改變我對你的愛─明知道海不會枯、石不會爛、地不會老、天不會荒；就算會，也活不到那時候。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkorchid;"&gt;很喜欢这篇文章的说～！它让偶想起了猪囝！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkorchid;"&gt;也许，他是偶生命中的第一个人，而偶是他生命中的第二个人，但偶们却不是彼此生命中的第三个人！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkorchid;"&gt;虽然偶们俩开心过也幸福过，但偶们都只是对方生命中的第一个或第二个。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkorchid;"&gt;不晓得猪囝你对偶们的回忆是抱着什么心态的呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkorchid;"&gt;但，偶会永远珍藏这段回忆，因为猪囝是猪囡一生以来对猪囡最好，足以让猪囡误会的异性朋友。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkorchid;"&gt;在Ｓｕｓｈｉ　Ｋｉｎｇ的回忆，偶永远忘不了！！！ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkorchid;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-7940630769237028897?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7940630769237028897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-9009290317121881772</id><published>2009-12-12T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:18:49.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil Fall Sick! (T.T)</title><content type='html'>Wuwuwuwu~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Devil felt sick&lt;/span&gt;... (T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days,&lt;br /&gt;Devil feeling very not well!&lt;br /&gt;Suffered from headache,&lt;br /&gt;Suffered from sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;Devil felt gonna die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil hates falling sick so much!&lt;br /&gt;Eating lots of medicines,&lt;br /&gt;Drinking lots of water,&lt;br /&gt;Still can't recover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil have been fall sick for about 4days~ (&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;)&lt;br /&gt;In these few days,&lt;br /&gt;Yong company Devil all the time by SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Devil felt pain,&lt;br /&gt;Yong console me~&lt;br /&gt;When Devil can't sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Yong accompany me~&lt;br /&gt;When Devil suffered,&lt;br /&gt;Yong support me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although can't decrease the suffered and pain,&lt;br /&gt;at least Devil felt the warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Thanks Yong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Thanks for your accompany in these few days~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Thanks for your patient~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Thanks lot to you~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil hope to recover soon~&lt;br /&gt;Hope &amp;amp; Hope &amp;amp; Hope...&lt;br /&gt;Wuwuwuw~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Devil don't want suffered anymore!!!!! (T.T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-9009290317121881772?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/9009290317121881772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=9009290317121881772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/9009290317121881772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/9009290317121881772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/12/devil-fall-sick-tt.html' title='Devil Fall Sick! (T.T)'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-3622154164829543469</id><published>2009-12-10T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:55:42.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gai Gai With Sin~</title><content type='html'>On 08/12/2009, Sin and I went for gai gai in Gurney Plazza. The trip is happy and enjoy, if there is none of that little accident happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went Gp, I fetched Sin to Qb for taking cash from her mummy. As I'm the road idiot, not really good in recognizing the way, I missed the turn to the path of going Qb. Since I'm nervous, without looking at the side mirror, I took a sharp turn and almost collide with the car next to me. Luckily nothing happen... Luckily I was not collided...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! That car's owner~ I'm so sorry with that. Don't get angry please... =P"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching Gp, we rushed to Cinema buying tickets to watch &lt;couple retreats=""&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/couple&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea! I'm 18 now! I can watched it! Yoooho~~!!&lt;br /&gt;The movie is damn funny and I laugh a lot. Almost forgotten the accident just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, Yong console me too. Thanks for he replying to me even he is busy. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After enjoy the funny movie, we went shopping all over the plazza. Of course, most shops we entered were botique's shops. =P We used almost 3hours+ in shopping. Oh yea, before going for shopping, we went Secret Recipe to having our meal. Is already 5pm but I'm having just my lunch. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn hungry until I having gastric again. Oh man! That stupid gastric!! I suffered a lot from it! I hate gastric!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 9pm, we went to the beach and having a talk.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, we talks a lot..~~&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we back home and I finished my trip safety! Thanks God! Muakz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sin, thanks for your companying for gai gai! At least better that that Piggy, not even celebrate with me! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Hehex..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-3622154164829543469?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3622154164829543469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=3622154164829543469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/3622154164829543469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/3622154164829543469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/12/gai-gai-with-sin.html' title='Gai Gai With Sin~'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-6110632145473620592</id><published>2009-11-20T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:27:57.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure The Time</title><content type='html'>Yesterday as Sin have an off-day, I accompany her gai gai and movie in Qb. Although the trip on yesterday is quite boring then =.= :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we went for cinema for buying ticket watching The Christmas Carol, then while waiting the movie on screen, we went for Mcd for lunch. Hmm... I did not ate even a piece of bread before that. =P However, I do not eat much. I'm not hungry! &gt;.&lt; Then we went shopping for about 30mins then for movie. Oh man! I don't like the movie! It is some kinda child's movie that teaching children not to be selfish. =.= Bored! Maybe is different for Sin as Christmas doesn't brings lots of meaning to me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Okay! Don't blame anymore~~ At least I have watched it and laugh.=P Then we went Old Town for drinks. Both of us, Sin and me, talk a lots there. Sorry then, is secret between both of us. Blek~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, what made me excited was I watched the BBoy Battle by my own eyes. Although it is not the formal competition and not as pro as international competors, it is still an exciting and well-performing for me. (^.^) I used almost 1hours on watching. At about 9:10pm, we went down to take a look whether Yong have finished his work or not. Wow! He is so busy transportting the big big box of Crocs shoes back to upstair. &gt;.&lt; He must be tired then... About 10pm, we went for supper around Lip Sin there. (I don't know where the place exactly but just heard Sin saying so =P) I enjoy the time while having meal. We talks a lot and laugh a lot. The happiness is always short. At about 11pm, we went home then. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's seems like not really fun, but I enjoyed it. I don't know about Sin, but hope she felt better for today's work. Okay! That's all for yesterday gai gai. And oh yea! Last night... I'm having gastric again... T.T I hate it so much!! Luckily this time Yong didn't throw me alone to face it. Hehex...=P Thanks Yong! Don't be too tired on working, take good care yea! As... I'm waiting you bringing me for gai gai... Blek~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-6110632145473620592?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6110632145473620592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=6110632145473620592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/6110632145473620592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/6110632145473620592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/11/treasure-time.html' title='Treasure The Time'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-4590662648184996431</id><published>2009-11-17T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T13:34:28.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks lot, Yong</title><content type='html'>Well...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to say it,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say...&lt;br /&gt;The only things I know is to thanks to you, Yong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; for your caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; for your console.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; for your scarification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; for your accompany.&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly touching with what you did for me.&lt;br /&gt;Especially those on yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else I can say,&lt;br /&gt;besides the words: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;THANK YOU, YONG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-4590662648184996431?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4590662648184996431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=4590662648184996431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/4590662648184996431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/4590662648184996431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-lot-yong.html' title='Thanks lot, Yong'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-3852713279581265231</id><published>2009-11-13T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:04:09.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abnormal!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Devil go gai gai again with Sin, Yong and Yong's friend. (Forgotten his name already &gt;.&lt;) We went Qb for movie 2012 as parking fees will be cheaper. However I'm wrong with that, I reach Qb at about 11:45am and leave Qb at about 8pm. While paying for parking fees, I was surprised with charging RM6 for parking! Oh man! Damn expensive! &gt;.&lt; But I think it will be worse if we went Gp as well. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Devil is so abnormal on yesterday. I felt I was not myself, felt so different and strange with my action and sentences. I'm too fake!! Why am I becoming so?! Last time while outgoing with Yong or outgoing with Sin, I'm normal!! Is that I was too excited?! Is that I was too happy?! I'm wondering... This is the first time 3 of us going out together for gai gai not included the time we went for lunch or dinner as well. I'm feeling so confuse... I'm scare I'm frightened... I don't wish to be so fake to my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering, have they felt any abnormal about me yesterday? Or I'm the one feeling so? I felt quite stim on yesterday... It seems like just a dream for me but I was situated in truth! What happen? Oh dear!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really happy on yesterday, maybe hatting myself for being so weird and strange to myself. Some more, I was then gastric on yesterday night. Thanks for accompany as well...Sin, Yong... Sorry if I'm really weird... Not purposely but doesn't know the reason... Sorry then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-3852713279581265231?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3852713279581265231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=3852713279581265231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/3852713279581265231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/3852713279581265231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/11/abnormal.html' title='Abnormal!'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-333403646520715913</id><published>2009-11-06T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:51:54.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Happiest Day Ever~ 05/11/09</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah~~~~!! I'm so happy on yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as what we have planned, Sin, Yong and me gonna for movie in either Qb or Gp. However, my naughty Sin suddenly told me she don't wish to go. My heart totally sank on that moment and of course I was angry! So, I ask Yong meet me in INTI and both of us go "gai gai" as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting he in INTI, we discuss lots of things in car for about 15-20 minutes only decide for going Qb for Sushi King. =.= Yummy! My loving salmon fish, love to eat you so damn much~~!! So pity with Yong that only ate the rice and seaweed but I finished off all the salmon fish! Wow! Tell you~~ The raw salmon fish and the smoked salmon fish is the most delicious ever! Hope to go next time. XD Not only that, I have lots of fun while eating in Sushi King. Yong and me still likes a child playing with wasabi. Both of us putting lots of wasabi onto a piece of sushi and cut it into two to see who is the one dropping tears after eaten. XD Hmm... I guess Sushi King might hate us for eating so much wasabi as well... Blek~!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, both of us going to Toy "R" Us playing and have fun there. Every of the toys there no matter toddler's, child's, or teen's toys have been played by us. Oh yea, secretly tell you, Yong love Ultraman a lot~ XD And so, we spent almost 3 hours there for playing. Toy "R" Us really have lots of toys, what made it un-perfect is there don't have even 1 Detective Conan's toys. Arghhhhh! Not perfect!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next destination we went is to Crocs's shoes shop. En... That is the shop where last time Sin worked for. In that shop have a guy which always bully Sin and I guess that guy is saw is the one Sin meant for. Yong and me purposely went in the shop just to let me look for that guy! Arghhhh! Hate that guy so much! Hope to revenge for Sin by asking him taking all the shoes for me to try but I'm not to buy in the end. But... I not dare to do as well. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 7:45pm, we leave Qb as Yong is rushing home. On the way home, a stupid Myvi turn on it's highlight and follow behind me. &gt;.&lt; Even though our distance were far enough but the lights are too strong and I totally unable to avoid it. So regret didn't record down it's car number plate or else I will revenge on someday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! That's all for my enjoyable and happiest day ever. Thanks Yong for company me. This day will always in my memories~!! 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I'm so unhappy and unsatisfied right now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm now suppose to be situated in Hard Rock Cafe playing and drinking with friends. But... What I'm doing right now is sitting in front of my computer and blogging. What a big change of me... (T.T) I'm so unsatisfied with their sudden change of the plan! (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, we are planning to go for Hard Rock Hotel and stay 1 night there playing and joking or whatever. However, yesterday night I received Sin's message said that the plan have changed. I was damn down that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know... How hard I change my mind from not going to going... How pain my heart is while I transact out my money from bank... How worried I was while waiting parent's permission...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... Only a word of "cancel" broke all my hard work... (T.T) Not only that, I have to again change my mind from going to not going... What the suck people they are?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly angry and mad with them... I swear I will never joining any of their plans! Never and ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... I'm worry with Sin... She is a girl likes to hang out and outgoing with friends. I can't stop her from going even with the reason I did not go. I'm worry with her. Not only worried for her hatting or dislike on me but worry with her safety. I know she already a big girl but after 2 months of regornization with her, I noticed that she not really good in take good care of herself. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday if I've not mistaken, she get collided by a car which trying to reverse and luckily did not have any injury as that car move in damn slow speed. That's not the car's driver faults as well as the car is trying to reverse but Sin still across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, is her decision... And I will never follow that gang pf people for outgoing anymore! I'm serious for that!! Hopefully Sin will be safe and hope that she will enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin:&lt;br /&gt;Don't stim stim anymore norhx! Just let yourself relax and enjoy the movie. Beware on your self-safety. Take care and have a happy day oo~~!! (~.&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-165820373266003559?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/165820373266003559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=165820373266003559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/165820373266003559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/165820373266003559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/11/sin-be-happy-o.html' title='Sin, be happy o~'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-5662072862412329921</id><published>2009-10-24T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:06:14.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara~~</title><content type='html'>Goodbye my friends! See you next year~~&lt;br /&gt;My study life for this semester was ended on yesterday, everybody looks so excited and happy. While EEE class, we busy for taking picture and eating. Yummy~! That so delicious. After class while break time, whole gang of us, new intake students and re-take students with four cars going to Sungai Dua Pizza's Hut to have meal. Although not as full as always, but the time we having is full with joy!&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~~&lt;br /&gt;Since the first day I step in class until now, yesterday is the only day we, new intake students, have communication with those re-take students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me intro my friends for you all:&lt;br /&gt;~&gt; Yee Sin:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... She is a damn busy girl. Everyday after class she have to rush for work in Qb... Although she busy, her test result quite not bad too. Wow! How come she is so clever?! (&gt;.&lt;) Not only that, she is a girl care on her friends. While the 2nd day I in INTI, my car be clamped as blocking others car and she is the one helping me do this and that. You know, I feel so thankful to GOD for being known such a good friends. Sin care me a lot and understand me a lot. Besides, she teaches me lot of lesson on facing the dark world we live on. I'm quite admire her actually for being so mature and so strong on facing the world. I know she unhappy for her working, but she tolerate too. I'm sure I can't did like her if I was in the situation. Anyway, I just hope she get a nicer job after resign from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&gt; Jia Yong:&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhh! Yong that naughty guy!! He is the guy always bully me... (&gt;.&lt;) Okok, be serius... Hmm... He is a guy from Chung Ling and of course he is a clever guy too. Since the first day I met with he, I begin to aware to him as the answer he give to teacher always correct and mine always get wrong. Wow! Why is he so clever?! In this few weeks, I become more and more close with he. We play together, we study together... Yea, I love the time 3 of us, Sin Yong and me, sit together and study. Anyway, Yong tooks different course with us. We will soon say tataz with each other. (T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&gt; Ai Ping, Jordon, Kurma:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really close with 3 of them as well. At the begining I'm quite close with Ai Ping as she will follow Sin and me for lunch outside. However, she begin to say no for outgoing after some times with the reason for on diet. Hmm... I think this is the main reason for seperating both of us in far distance. Jordon is a guy from Kedah and I think he is Malay as well. (=.=) I'm not close with he but what I know on he is, his result is damn good!!! What a clever guy again.. (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&gt; Re-take students:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... There are 2 girls there and the other are guys. They are quite friendly especially the one name Zhi Kang. He always joking in class especially in MAT class. His joking made us awake from sleepy. XD Thanks very much~(^.^) One more tall guy name Kerry. Oh man! He is my idol for EEE course. Before knowing his name, Sin and me always call he "The Pro 1". Oh man! I totally can't believe he re-take as the reason failing in final test. (&gt;.&lt;) Oh yea, he from Chung Ling High School too. (=.=) For others, they didn't give my much impression even didn't know their name. (=.=) Anyway, I felt happy for knowing and regornize them. (^.^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-5662072862412329921?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5662072862412329921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=5662072862412329921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/5662072862412329921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/5662072862412329921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/10/sayonara.html' title='Sayonara~~'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-4794384983227363333</id><published>2009-09-19T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:48:25.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTI's Life~</title><content type='html'>Harlox to all. I have quite a long time didn't blogging already. Let's share my INTI's life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm quite happy to study in INTI besides feeling pressure and scare while driving go and back from INTI. I've met 2 new friends there, they are Yee Sin and Ai Ping. Three of us are the only three girls in the class and I think we might be very close with each other after some times. Yee Sin is quite a good girl, she looks mature and able to handle many things that I don't think I able to. Everyday after 12pm class, Yee Sin will fetch Ai Ping and me out for lunch. Sometimes we felt free will go Queensbay for shopping as well. I enjoy the time with them and I'm happy. However, say the truth, I'm not really likes Ai Ping. She let me have the feeling that she is still a child that need be fetched by daddy or sister to INTI. Besides, everytime we went out for lunch or whatever, she will phone her daddy and told him where she went. OMG! What the... (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I have just finished my first term test. Hmm, the tests not as difficult as I think and I wish I'm able to score the full marks for that. Anyway, I have tried my best for doing practice and excercise as well. What makes me irritating right now was Kok Yang. Everyday SMS me and talk rubbish. And everytime I will give a lot of reason to avoid chatting with he sometimes even off my phone. Whoaaa! I never seen such an annoying guys! (&gt;.&lt;) Oh yea, Kelly seldom SMS with me nowsaday and that's why I dare to switch my phone off. Maybe she quite busy nowadays, I'm not dare to disturb her too. Arghh! Last time SMS ask her things but get a very bad reply from her. (&gt;.&lt;) Anyway, hope she will take good care of herself and enjoy her 1 week holiday. (^.^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all. Nothing special that happen in this week besides having a good time with my new friends. Oh yea, three of us were born in December too. Y(^.^)Y  Just with different zodiac sign. Thanks GOD for giving me such good friends and I will treasure our friendship. Hope our friendship will last forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-4794384983227363333?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4794384983227363333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=4794384983227363333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/4794384983227363333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/4794384983227363333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/09/intis-life.html' title='INTI&apos;s Life~'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-8129053865697527938</id><published>2009-09-06T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T19:56:29.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>= Dissapointed =</title><content type='html'>Arghhhh! I'm so damn dissapointed right now!!! You know, it is true... The more you hope, the more you get dissapointed. At least now I belive with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, is my mistake that I though Kelly will ended her examination on today. However I'm wrong after she told me the last day of her examination drops on next Friday. My heart suddenly sank, my mood is down and my tears is dropping. I thought, after her examination on today, everything will back to normal. I can SMS her anytime without worrying that she might in exam or she was busy with studying. And, I guess... If she didn't have exam, she might wishes me while I'm driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everything I thought just a thought! I still need to pass one more lonely week. Nothing have changed and nothing will be change on the coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is okay, I can handle! Exam is more important than my chit-chat. Well, I understand... I will never hoping for anything anymore! Nothing will come true!!! (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-8129053865697527938?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8129053865697527938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=8129053865697527938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/8129053865697527938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/8129053865697527938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/09/dissapointed.html' title='= Dissapointed ='/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-1792129192289868930</id><published>2009-09-05T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:29:50.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying~~</title><content type='html'>Finally I have finished 1 weeks in INTI to study and it's also means I have driven for 1 week. Anyway, I'm scare and frightend while I'm driving although it has been a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is a long week for me. On the very first day I went INTI, I drove on the wrong road and this causes me to get late to class. How shame it was as it was the first day. Besides, I hurt my car's side mirror while I was parking in a parking lot. Oh dear, I'm damn sad but nothing can be done. And yet, luckily my Kelly JJ is free on that day. While I was lost, I phone her and finally get the way. Oh man! The worst things for road's idiot is always be "LOST" (&gt;.&lt;). And I finished my first day with shameful and I guess the lecturer might have a bad impression on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was even worst on the second day which almost made me cry. As that day I searched none places to park my car, so I simply park behind a car as I think that car would move out by move forward without reversing. However, I'm wrong. It's too late when I notice I'm wrong as my car have been clamped by INTI. Awwww!!! It's truely sucks! RM20 was flew away... That is my whole week's money!!!! (&gt;.&lt;) What get even worst is when I notice my car's tyre was puntchered. I'm going to faint when I noticed it. Luckily there were some guys helping me to change my tyre as well. Really thankful to them although I not regornize them... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all which happened on this week. They made me damn sad although they looks quite a small case. Luckily Kelly JJ console me, or else I don't know what I will do. Nowadays Kelly JJ was having exam. Well, don't every disturb her while she having exam as she will become very fierce (&gt;.&lt;). It's true as this come from my experience. Anyway, is lucky that after I told her my sadness, she didn't get angry. I'm alright right now. Hopefully I will pass the other days as smooth as possible. I don't wish there is anything happen again!!! (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-1792129192289868930?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1792129192289868930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=1792129192289868930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/1792129192289868930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/1792129192289868930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/09/studying.html' title='Studying~~'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-4045885969849315908</id><published>2009-08-24T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:50:42.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scare to Drive Alone</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, wish me all the best for Wednesday Orientation. Well, actually nothing have to worry about for my study. What made me worry and scare with is driving. As everybody knows, I'm a road's idiot that can't regornize directions well. I have only went INTI for about 3 times in my life, I'm afraid that I will lost directions (&gt;.&lt;). Yesterday my aunt sat besides me for teaching the way to INTI. It's not really difficult actually but I'm afraid there will have many cars and something I not wish to happen. Let's see, first of all, I'm not able to control my steeling wheel well. While I'm going to change another lane, I will first feel scare and second turn too "sharp". The second problem doesn't brings any big matter as it only cause passenger in car felt faint or uncomfortable. I don't mind, just blame on me after reaching destination. However the feeling of scare might caused me to nervous and you know, my brain may be blanked (&gt;.&lt;). Hopefully I will take a correct lane and won't turn into a wrong way (=.=). Next, I'm afraid of raining. This few days the sky was dark and rain keeps dropping down non-stop form morning until late in night. The raining outside not allowed me to switch off air-conditioner as mirror will turn blur. On the other hand, if I turned on air-conditioner, I guess I might become ice in car (&gt;.&lt;). Well, hopefully I will remember to bring along my jacket into car as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, is time for me release my feelings. Actually I'm quite hope Kelly JJ is the one teach me the way to INTI but she is too busy. Not only didn't have chance to be teached by her, I have no chance to teach her Statistic too. Hopefully she able to score in her coming exam. Hehex... Kelly JJ, wish you all the best in exam yea! Gambateh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-4045885969849315908?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4045885969849315908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=4045885969849315908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/4045885969849315908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/4045885969849315908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/08/scare-to-drive-alone.html' title='Scare to Drive Alone'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-186891031218877707</id><published>2009-08-19T13:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:35:22.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologize to Kelly JJ</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I did a wrong decision and so I made my Kelly JJ hurt (&gt;.&lt;). What should I do? I know, a broken class will left scar although it was sticked back even with super glue. The hurt I given her will permenantly stay in her heart, just like the scar on my hand. The only different is whether it was deep or swallow... I don't know how to apologize. I don't know how to console. Any guys teach me please (&gt;.&lt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Kelly JJ bring me to have Sushi at Queensbay Sushi King. Yea, I'm enjoy and happy to be with her. After that we went to her house, trying to fix her laptop's folder problem. Okay, everything looks alright, I thought. What I never expect was she view my message draft. Actually I have totally forgot what I wrote in message draft or perhaps I totally forgot I have written something there. So, I don't mind if she taken my phone. Maybe the words I wrote hurt her deeply, she looks down after see them. I'm really sorry to her. Well, I admit I'm lonely, I'm frightend, I'm boring to stay alone at night. Yea, only at night. But I doesn't mean anything with the message draft. And I can't even remember what I wrote (&gt;.&lt;). Actually I'm quite hope she can company me at night. Only at night. I won't mind if she busy in the afternoon as I have computer to company me. Sigh... I think I won't hurt her if there is computer in my room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Kelly JJ cried yesterday... My heart felt damn pain but I can't do anything besides feeling sorry to her. Yea, is trully my fault. I was too selfish!! I'm not understand her. I can't stand on her! I'm just thinking of myself to have her company but didn't care about her feeling of tired. Useless devil!! How good if it is possible to transfer her pain for me (=.=). Actually, I should understand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Everybody in this world needs their own personal space to relax, to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;and for everything. Even as a very close friend, we should give them the space&lt;br /&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understood it right now but maybe it is too late. The words have hurt Kelly JJ and I made her cries. I'm so sorry to her as I have totally forgot what I wrote. Hopefully the hurt won't be too deep. Nothing else to say, nothing else to console and nothing else to explain. I was blanked with the message draft. Maybe is true, we should start from "0" again. Hope she can start from "0" too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay~! Everybody here be my witness that I promise: [[&lt;strong&gt;I will never hide and lying to Kelly anymore&lt;/strong&gt;]] &amp;amp; [[&lt;strong&gt;I will never hurt her anymore&lt;/strong&gt;]]. Well, yesterday Kelly JJ guess everything right about me but there was one she get it wrong. Yesterday I'm trully happy and enjoy! The night before, I even happy until couldn't sleep. o(^.^)o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-186891031218877707?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/186891031218877707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=186891031218877707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/186891031218877707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/186891031218877707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/08/apologize-to-kelly-jj.html' title='Apologize to Kelly JJ'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-8011245027455577553</id><published>2009-08-16T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:46:57.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy day!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I'm so happy in these few days! Yeah-pi~~!! o(^.^)o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me begin my story from Friday (14/8/09). Actually, that was a boring day for me as Kelly was busying with her works. So, without her company I'm just stay in shop facing my computer and do nothing (=.=). Anyway, something interesting energized me. My friend, Sim Chuan, have back from study in KL, he was asked by his friend to go along for lion dancing together. (Oh yea, he is one of the lion dance team member, but he was not in charge that day.) According to he, he felt boring for waiting the lion dance begin and so asked me to go with him. Okay! I'm boring too. (&gt;.&lt;) We hanging for about 40minutes until the lion dance begin. I was so enjoy with the performance. The lions are so cute and their performance is PRO! After the performance as the sky is going dark, Sim Chuan fetches me back to shop by his motor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guy, you made my Friday night enjoyable and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I would like  to share my story on yesterday, 15/8/09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I'm super duper busy. After reaching shop, I was asked by daddy to buy ingredients for doing egg tart. By ridding daddy's motor, going here and there and finally bought all of them. And so, we started to make egg tart. This is my first time for doing it. With a blanked mind, followed the instructions given by daddy, I did the first 8 egg tart after about one and a half hour (=.=). Anyway, my egg tart was praised by mummy, brother and sister, beside blaming it is too hard(&gt;.&lt;).  Yeah~!! I have succeeded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopping that there will be another day for doing egg tart again. I'm sure my skill will be improved! Yeah~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I did in today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm as busy as yesterday although didn't do egg tart. Early in the morning about 9:30am (=.=") I was waken up by brother to take bath and went to grandma's house. About 10:15am, I start drove brother's Myvi to shop. Oh man! My brother's face turns black with my lousy skill driving. Sorry brother, I not hope so(&gt;.&lt;). Anyway, I reach grandma's house safely at about 10:30am. We start working on. Chopping and cutting; cooking and stirring. After 2hour hard work, we finally finished our work. Waiting the maid cooking and dressing up my grandma, we have our lunch on about 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I was so full (&gt;.&lt;). Later on, we went shop for helping daddy. Well, I don't know what to call for that. Anyway, is a type of ingredients for our restaurant menu. Working hard for about 2hours and finally finished everything. Whoaaaaa! I'm so damn tired (&gt;.&lt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day haven't end. As today is Sunday I guess my shop will be full with customer but is raining now(&gt;.&lt;). Hopefully the rain will stop soon. I won't mind with helpingXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! That's all for my sharing.... I was so happy on today and yesterday although they are tired days for me. At least I'm working with family, that's really a great tine for me compare with facing computer and TV shows. o(n_n)o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-8011245027455577553?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8011245027455577553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=8011245027455577553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/8011245027455577553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/8011245027455577553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-day.html' title='Happy day!'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-3836601696352927886</id><published>2009-08-14T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:52:00.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-[B]-[A]-[C]-[K]-</title><content type='html'>Hi all, I have two good news here! Let's share with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I would like to say that..."I'M GONNA STUDY SOON!!" Yea, is almost time for Devil to study! Since the day I get my SPM result, I'm waiting for the day to study. At the very first, I decided to further study in KL. However, my parents worried about me to live alone there as no friends study in the same college with me. So, I decided to choose INTI. Well, and so I needed to learn for car driving as mummy not allowed me for ridding motor to INTI. As the reasons above, I have no choice to choose to study on September'09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you might feel that's great as many people hate study. For me, I didn't felt so. I felt that I'm just a useless girl that did nothing besides sit in front of computer everyday. And, I felt inferior that I didn't study when every of my friends are studying. I jealous and envious that others are studying but I'm not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from now onwards, I have decided to study well. I not hope to make daddy and mummy disappointed as they pay me to study and pay me to learn car driving. Thanks lot daddy mummy, I love both of you~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay~! The next good news I would like to share is that Kelly have back to Penang for holidays. Hurrey! Finally she is back!! o(^.^)o Well, actually I'm not truly with her home coming. I just felt relax and not that tension when she stay in Penang. Everyday, my heart is full with worry when she was in UUM. While she in Penang, even didn't have her message, I won't nervous and worry at all. Maybe our distance become nearer and she have her family member to support and friends around too. Anyway, is good news for me at least I know she will be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the good news I would like to share. Well, let's wish me good luck and "gambateh" in my study in INTI. I hope that I will be an independent girl that at least will BE RESPONSIBLE TO MYSELF...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-3836601696352927886?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3836601696352927886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=3836601696352927886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/3836601696352927886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/3836601696352927886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/08/b-c-k.html' title='-[B]-[A]-[C]-[K]-'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-512448905621379088</id><published>2009-08-05T17:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:30:05.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Kelly JJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;[[Thanks Kelly JJ, thanks a lot to you!]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Devil feels very sad... Today Devil feels very angry... Today Devil cries loudly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, brother fetch me to go shop by his car. As he is rushing on time, he asked me to park his car. Before leaving, he scolded me as I caused he to be late. I'm mad on that time, what kind of people is that?! If he is rushing on time, just leave me in home what! If I want, I can ride motor to shop!! I was trying to calm myself down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting for about 5 minutes, there is a place for me. Say the truth, I totally no idea on how to park in.(&gt;.&lt;) Drive slowly, park carefully, sweating all the way... And finally, I parked well. But, there is a old man laughing at me that my parking skill is lousy. Fuck you old man! Try on it! You don't even have a car, sucker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually besides feeling angry, I felt shameful too. I can't tolerate with people's laughing, just like last time Kelly laugh at me. And so, I cried. I cried as loud as possible to release all my anger and all my dissatisfied. My sights become blur, tears dropping down one by one. I don't care with everything around me. Turning on WMP and play my favourite songs as loud as possible to cover my cried. By the way, I'm wondering why Kelly will know I was crying that time. She just told me she clever what...(=.=) Anyway, I would like to thank to her up to her consolation. With her message, I feel I'm not alone. No matter what happen, she is still besides me.(^.^) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay~Okay~ I admit, while I crying, I have a thought to phone her and cry in the phone. But sadly, my clock is showing 13:50pm and I guess she might in class right on that time (&gt;.&lt;). So, I just dispel the thought.(=.=) Hehex...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Don't laugh at me! Or else you will know what is call "F-I-S-T"! !o(&gt;.&lt;)o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-512448905621379088?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/512448905621379088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=512448905621379088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/512448905621379088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/512448905621379088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/08/thanks-kelly-jj.html' title='Thanks Kelly JJ'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-5757317317667732200</id><published>2009-08-04T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:06:33.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M-S (MAD &amp; SHAME)</title><content type='html'>Woo-hoo~! It's been a long time I didn't write my blog. I'm quite busy on this few days, especially rushing the essay for Kelly. Of couse, with the disturbance of my aunt.(=.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Okay! Stop blamming others. Anyway, I have finished the essay. Yeah! And Kelly promise to treat me a meal. I'm looking forward for that meal. o(n_n)o However, today I would like to share my story on this few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all let me tell the story on Saturday. Early morning in Saturday, I went hikking with Wei Hoe, my promise to he on Wednesday. Hmm, that is a damn bad day. While I'm on the way to Botanical Garden, rain dropping down.(&gt;.&lt;) Of course, I was wet as I am a girl hate to bring jackets and raincoat along. Oh dear! The dropping rain just like the dropping of thousand needles and stab into my face and body. Ouch!! Damn pain!!(T.T) Then three of us, Wei Hoe and his friend plus with me, waitting for the rain to stop so we can move on with our hikking trip. Thanks God the rain is stop in about 10 minutes after I arrive. Anyway, it is shame to say that I have just hike for about 10 minutes.(=.=) I can't continue anymore. My heartbeat and breathing rate increased and I felt nausea and faint. What made situation worse was I vomitted. (&gt;.&lt;) Luckily, nobody know about it and I don't wish Wei Hoe to know too. How shameful is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the trip, what waitting behind me was madness. Is all my aunt's fault! Well, this is the story flow: On Saturday morning, she SMS and asked me help her do a presentation using Microsoft Power Point. Of course, that just a piece of cake for me. However, the story doesn't end in such easy way. She told me that she want the presentation by that day afternoon. And so, she asked my to reach her house by 11am. What the fuck?! I was mad that time. Why I must obeyed what you asked? Why I can't go there on anytime as I like? She is the one asking for my help and I'm the one giving my helping hand. Why I must restrict my time for her? With such many "WHY", I decided to revolt her! I went her house by 12:30pm, after my slowly bathing and enjoying meal with TV show. Y(^.^)Y Hmm, I used almost 5hours on her presentation. Is not my effectiveness problems but her. I did about 70 slides for her. And then, she asked my to delete about half of it. Okay, I tolerate with this. Then, asked my to search those cute cartoon animation for her. Oh man, she is so picky! This cannot, that not suitable. (@.@) Finally, about 5pm, I'm able to escape from the "hell". Ah-men...(=.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These is what happened in these few days that made me unforgotable. The anger and the shame. And so, I noticed something in these few busy days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Every human being in this world are looking for benefit!&lt;/blockquote&gt;Why do I say so? Hahax... Is a secret.&lt;br /&gt;Let me share this with all of you. Listen, the friends around you are looking for benefits on you. Human being do things with purpose. The one care and love you the most will ask you to pay on someday.&lt;br /&gt;Believe or not? Up to you~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-5757317317667732200?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5757317317667732200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=5757317317667732200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/5757317317667732200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/5757317317667732200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/08/m-s-mad-shame.html' title='M-S (MAD &amp; SHAME)'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-8512571100859905067</id><published>2009-07-25T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:28:21.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Reason For Why</title><content type='html'>I'm damn boring in this few days. Nothing to laugh, nothing to cry, nothing to angry, nothing to chat and nothing to write. I'm wondering how am I passed this few boring days.(=.=")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this few days I seldom SMS with Kelly. Don't ask me why, there is no reason for you! Okay, don't simply guess for those negative ways. Maybe I'm just feel bored while SMS and feel sorry for being boring and wasted her time. I am not mad or sad with anything about her. Don't point to her please. Perhaps being not SMS is better for myself and her. At least I'm able to be independent. (*.*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, today is Saturday. Oooh~~ I'm regret for my choice!! Well, the passed Wednesday Wei Hoe asked me to go hiking on today. As nobody fetching and I'm quite lazy or perhaps scare for ridding motor, i refused. Oh dear! I regret for my refuse!!(&gt;.&lt;) Perhaps hikking is better than stay at home, I'm wondering.(@@) Okay! Next Saturday onwards I will go with he. Start my keep fit jorney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoooo! Kampateh Devil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Hope I do what I write...(=.=")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-8512571100859905067?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8512571100859905067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=8512571100859905067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/8512571100859905067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/8512571100859905067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-reason-for-why.html' title='No Reason For Why'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-4207476268669213247</id><published>2009-07-20T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:18:46.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearful</title><content type='html'>This few days after the day I involved in accident, I'm surrounded by fear. I felt scare to drive, I felt scare to ride, I felt scare when I'm at T-Junction... How I hope to have someone with me, how I hope to have someone consolation...... Anyway, nobody is there! I'm stay alone... Forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday as Gui Ling &amp;amp; me crushing with time, I can't meet with her. And so, we didn't talk at all. Actually I knew it. Gui Ling care me very very much. Whenever I have problem she will try her best to help me. Maybe the way she helps doesn't suit with me. Maybe I'm too stuborn that doesn't want to accept her caring. Anyway, I feel sorry and thanks to her. I appreciate her care. I know is my plessure to have such friend like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I felt I need Wei Hoe too. Just now I went for repair my motor. How I hope to have Wei Hoe go with me. I'm wondering why I have such thinking. Am I falling in love with he? Oh dear! Maybe he is quite reliable. Maybe he gives safety for me. Maybe I feel his caring too. Anyway, I didn't asked he to go with me. I know, we are just friend or perhaps the fooling brother and sister. I feel thankfull to he... We are F-R-I-E-N-D......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is still full with fear although I'm keep asking myself to be strong. I can't did it and nobody can help me too. The fear that nobody can understand. The fear that can't be replaced by happiness. The fear that surrounded me forever. The fear that made me almost insane! Who know my feeling? Who understand me feeling? Nobody... Nobody... Never have even 1!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-4207476268669213247?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4207476268669213247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=4207476268669213247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/4207476268669213247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/4207476268669213247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/07/fearful.html' title='Fearful'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-236982010280650963</id><published>2009-07-16T13:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:36:37.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Suck Day</title><content type='html'>Today is a bad day for me! After I back to home and prepare to go upstair, I receive my brother call to go and buy tea-leaves-eggs. And so I just went out as normal. But, I have forgotten where to bought so I just round here and there. Then, as I have forgotten the T-junction I wanna across to is two-way junction, without looking the other side car I just across it. Ans so, I crush with a motocyclist......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, besides paid him RM150 for compensate, that stupid guy keep scolding dirty words. How suck is that guy?! Scold dirty word in front of a girl? Oh dear!! I'm wondering that if he has girlfriend then. Okay, that's not the point. That stupid guy's motor is worst. It's seat and its side mirror broken. Well, I don't think that side mirror is caused by my crush as there didn't have any broken mirror on the road. However, I'm too stim that time. Just paid for what he want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so with my motor too. The front side of my motor is damn worst! Not only plastic broken, it loosen too. While I ride, it will shake. I'm wondering how am I going for car test tomorrow. Sigh. What to do? I'm so careless. Sorry son, I hurt you again. I'm truly sorry, my dear son......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood is damn suck that time. I SMS and told Gui Ling JJ and Kelly. Gui Ling phone back me and ask my situation. As she busy with her work, we didn't talk much too. Hopefully this coming Sunday will have a nice talk with her. And I wait for Kelly's message for quite a long time. I'm wondering that am I did something wrong which made her so angry with me as since last night she didn't SMS me at all. Well, luckily at last she replied.Thanks for her consolation. There is 1 more guy I would like to thanks to - Wei Hoe. He not only be my audience, he also gives me lot of support. I feel much better after have a chat with he. Before we end our conservation, he send me a song sing by Michael Jackson, named "You Are Not Alone". LOL. Thanks so much. Thanks for his care and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise from now start, I will be very careful no matter drive car or motor. I promise!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-236982010280650963?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/236982010280650963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=236982010280650963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/236982010280650963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/236982010280650963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn-suck-day.html' title='Damn Suck Day'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-1114316674983968571</id><published>2009-07-15T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:14:50.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tired Day</title><content type='html'>Today I'm totally exhausted...... Wow! What a tired afternoon for me......(=.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermz, I think the story should begin from last night......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night about 12am, I was asked by my sister to help her drawing + colouring. Whooa, what type of sister is that, asking her elder sister to done her homework. Anyway, that stupid and kind elder sister promise it as I didn't feel sleepy yet. However, I regret after I promise her. I used almost 1hour to finish drawing and used almost 2hours to finish colouring that stupid draw. 555...555... That's unfair man!! After cleaning up the mess, I lay on bed and get a tight sleep until 11am the next morning. LOL. The long time sleep didn't makes me energize but at least not that sleepy. (=.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, about 1pm I ridding motor to school to find Wei Hou. Okay, that's not an important point as I just go and take disc from he. By the way, I met some "friends" there. The "friends" I mean are those regornize me but pretend didn't see me. That's fine! I just pretend not regornize them.LOL. After back to home, I accidentally hurt my leg.(T.T) Oh mummy!! That's pain......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: The status of ridding motor today consider not bad, at least I'm still dare to speed. But, I'm shivering after my ride. I'm wondering with it, perhaps I have quite a long time didn't ride it. (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear! Is time for tired working. About 2pm when I reached shop, I was asked by daddy to clean my shop. Well, let's guess what am I gonna clean. I'm sure you can't get it. Hehex...... That is cleaning the walls. LOL. Can't get it, right? Hmm, as daddy's shop is an restaurant and there are oily smoke everywhere while working hours. And so, all of that oil stick onto the mossaic wall and caused yellow spot on it. Yuck! That is damn ugly and dirty and so brother and I were asked to clean them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3hours later, we done our jobs...... By the way, the walls looks clean and white. Yea, I like it. Hahax...... It is worth to work on it at least it gives a clean impression for customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I hurt my hand (T.T). When I was rubbing the wall, there have a wire kind thing tight on the wall and I didn't notice it so I have a cut by it. Ouch! That's pain...... Luckily didn't bleeding much or else might be notice by daddy.(=.=) Oh yea, I'm climbbing ledder too.(^.^) Okay, I admit I never climb up the ledder before as it always used by daddy and brother. Just laugh as much as you like.(=.=) Anyway, that's not as worst as I think as long as careful enough and nothing will happen. Well, I enjoy of climbbing it. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-1114316674983968571?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1114316674983968571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=1114316674983968571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/1114316674983968571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/1114316674983968571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired-day.html' title='A Tired Day'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-8416496609897289173</id><published>2009-07-14T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:02:08.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up!!! Devil</title><content type='html'>I'm afraid,&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone,&lt;br /&gt;I feel unsafe......&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;Kelly rescued me from that......&lt;br /&gt;If want me to describe her,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say:...&lt;br /&gt;Kelly just like my heart,&lt;br /&gt;without heart I can't alive,&lt;br /&gt;and so,&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed it as tight as possible,&lt;br /&gt;as I dare not try to live without it......&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;as I hold it too tight,&lt;br /&gt;the heart can't function,&lt;br /&gt;it can't pump as there is no space for it to do so.&lt;br /&gt;At the end,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not only killed myself but killed the heart too......&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I will try to release......&lt;br /&gt;Slowly release it and slowly fit to the condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At least give some space for my heart......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-8416496609897289173?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8416496609897289173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=8416496609897289173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/8416496609897289173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/8416496609897289173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/07/wake-up-devil.html' title='Wake Up!!! Devil'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-7392124945593326320</id><published>2009-07-13T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:44:59.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry, Mad &amp; Sad.</title><content type='html'>Hey all! I have quite a long time didn't write blog. Well, this few days I'm damn unhappy and sad as I faced some problems about Kelly. I guess Kelly don't know about  it. Let's talk about yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I'm very moody as STEPS ONLINE coudn't play and I have forgotten to bring my Rubik's cube down to shop. And so, I'm bored for staying in shop and do nothing as Kelly seldom SMS me too. For sure, my mood won't be good with that! Then, I was asked by aunt to go grandma's house to help her type some paragraph of words. I have no choice but followed what she asked. My mood is worst! Forcing myself not to scold anyone. Forcing myself to tolerate. Forcing myself to calm down. Sigh... What a stupid girl asking herself to tolerate with all of that?! Anyway, I finished typing at last. But, story haven't end. I told Kelly that I was moody after that, but she give no respone to me, not even a message! I'm angry. I'm mad. And I'm sad. What type of friend she is? Not even console me. Fine! I tolerate with her attitude. I not hope to have any quarel with her again. She felt pressure on study. She need support but not problems. Anyhow, I understand. So I just keep my hands stop and again forcing myself not to hurt myself again. I know Kelly hate I do like this=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for yesterday. Few days before...... Let's talk about Friday(10/7/09). Kelly back to Penang to settle some of her things. Well, that's a privacy for Kelly, I will not talk at here. So, I request Kelly to bring me go together and she allowed too(^.^). Yea, that's a happy thing for me. What I feel sad with is I feel myself not suit to appear in this world...... When I in Kelly's car, she phone Jia Yi and have some talk with her. My heart felt pain and perhaps sour. I'm asking myself, what is the position I at in Kelly's heart?! I thought I'm the most important person for Kelly after her family members but now I know I'm totally wrong! I'm just a load for her. A load she need to care for. A load she need to look after. A load locked part of her freedom. Jia Yi is the one important for her. Well, I understand everything right now...... I didn't told her about this at all as I afraid the history between Katherine and me will replay among Jia Yi and me. I'm afraid Kelly feel pressure on this case again too. Anyway, I know how to control myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, is about today...... Today I'm sad too. You look like dislike to reply my messages. You use almost 1hour to reply one of my message. Wow! It's damn "QUICK"!! How I hope you would tell me what's wrong with you. What I have did wrongly or said wrongly. What I made you feel dislike with? Just like what happened just now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SMS and asked Kelly that why she so mind with her laptop have virus, but she didn't give any respone to me. Is that she dislike I talk about this topic? Or she mind with me as I caused her laptop have virus? Well, if I caused that virus, I apologize to her in front every of my blog's viewer.&lt;br /&gt;"Kelly, I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;If not, what's wrong then? I feel so confuse, so angry, so sad and so mad right now. I just hope to help her but why she give such respone to me?!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't want know the answer! Just do whatever she likes. I was exhausted!! From now start, I just do what she asked and never do what she worried with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly I'm sorry if you viewed this post...... I'm not mean don't want help you but I'm confuse with how to help. I'm sorry then......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-7392124945593326320?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7392124945593326320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=7392124945593326320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/7392124945593326320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/7392124945593326320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/07/angry-mad-sad.html' title='Angry, Mad &amp; Sad.'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-1699759296428482015</id><published>2009-06-27T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:04:12.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tataz..</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day Kelly stay in Penang. The last day driving her car. The last day meet with her friends. Then, tonight will be the last night sleep in comfort bed, hugging the softy bloster. And perhaps the last day SMS with me...(T.T)&lt;br /&gt;Kelly is gonna leave Penang tomorrow early in the morning. I feel myself is too useless that couldn't accompany her, at least wait for the bus with her. Besides cry, nothing else I know to do. My feeling now just like the feeling she went for NS. What makes better is I didn't feel regret with her leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night she went for NS (31/12/2006), I sat on balcony and cried. I cried for almost 3 hours none stop. I was too naif that I told myself I will tired with crying and will fall sleep soon. But, the more I cry, the more I feel sad and the more energized. December of 2006 is full with quarell between Kelly and me. I jealous with Katherine that she grabbed Kelly from me. I hate Katherine as she overtakes "sisters" place from me. All my madness were put onto Kelly. I made Kelly felt tired and sad. The leaving of Kelly made me awake, I know was my fault. I'm too childish to argue with all of that stupid things. I felt sorry to her. But, everything is too late! Her phone was off. Her phone was kept. My messages were failed to deliver. My apologize were sank. My heart full with pain. And there were nothing I can do. Everyday acting in front friends and family and crying at night alone. Anyway, the torchering life ended after 3 months. By the way, it not seems be quite good the life then. She busy with working and went for clubbing late at night. She never have time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have come over then. Now, is the second leaving time. The duration is longer. From 3 months to 4 years. What the...?! I have no choice. This is Kelly's future. I cannot destroy it! Hopefully I didn't regret this time. After knowing she will leave Penang for study, I have try my best not to make her angry and sad. Hmm, I think I know it when I was in camp. Told by others. Since the day I knew until today, it is almost fornight. I have try my best to keep contact with her. Going out with her. Have fun with her. Works togeter. Everything I tried to tolerate - I'm quite jealous with Jia Yi nowsaday as I feel Kelly more close with her - just not to let her feel sad and tired like what I did last time. Anyway, I hope I won't feel regret this time. I hope I have given her a sweet memories. I hope she won't forget me after the 4 years...(T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the world is perfect. Nothing in the world is forever. Nobody can accompany one forever. Kelly will not always be with me, even she can't always with her family members. This is human being's faith. Anyway, I will try to be stronger. I will be an independant girl. Kelly, don't worry about me. I'm big girl now. Everything will be ok. Just try your best and study well. The most important is, don't get bully by others. University life is not easy, I know that. Anyway, I support you! Anything can contact me yea... Keep in touch! I miss you~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-1699759296428482015?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1699759296428482015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=1699759296428482015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/1699759296428482015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/1699759296428482015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/06/tataz.html' title='Tataz..'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-7365681502786919426</id><published>2009-06-19T16:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:57:24.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Broken Heart...</title><content type='html'>Today my heart is totally broken...&lt;br /&gt;I receive a bad news today - Kelly is going to UUM for study on 28th of June. I'm blanked. My tears is dropping and I'm almost numb. Why all the things happen so fast. I'm not ready to know yet! I'm not ready to leave yet! I'm totally not ready yet! I thought the process of goverment are slow so Kelly might go there in August, but I'm wrong!! All of that happened in a sudden...&lt;br /&gt;What I should do now? What is the correct way that not to made myself regret?&lt;br /&gt;What the things let the GOD jealouss on? Why is the GOD always want to seperate both of us? This is the second time we are seperated....&lt;br /&gt;The first time we were seperated was when Kelly went for NS. On that time, I'm still a chicky that dare not talk with Kelly but like to SMS with her. So, the GOD plan to let Kelly went for NS to seperate both of us by not letting us SMS. Without her companion, I suffer a lot. Crying , missing her and thinking of our memories day and night. But, there is nobody that know how tough I suffer it. Everyday after school I will stare on the phone, it like a good boy laying there quietly... While weekend, I suffer more. Look at the phone and think of her from day to night without do other things...&lt;br /&gt;Everything change after I join the camp. I start to talk with Kelly, have fun with her, go out and hang out with her. Then, GOD is here to seperate both of us again. GOD is here letting Kelly to leave Penang for her study just to let us have no chance to meet with each other! Not only that, as Kelly will busy with her study, she also have no time to SMS with me. So, the cruel GOD seperate both of us by not allowing us to have chance contact with each other! Wow! How good the planning is!!&lt;br /&gt;I hate the GOD!! I don't know why everyone pray for the GOD?! What is the advantages of GOD? What GOD knows just to seperate Kelly and me. What GOD knows just to made me cry! I never want to respect GOD!!&lt;br /&gt;Kelly, is it really didn't have other ways to let you continue stay in Penang? Just let me know, I'm willing to sacrify everthing to let you stay. Can you please don't leave me? I feel so lonely and frightend without your companion. I really need you to be with me... I really want to have you besides me... You are everthing to me... Please, don't leave me... Please... (T.T)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-7365681502786919426?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7365681502786919426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=7365681502786919426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/7365681502786919426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/7365681502786919426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-broken-heart.html' title='My Broken Heart...'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-898035809870968881</id><published>2009-06-16T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:40:08.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Life: 3rd Day of Camp</title><content type='html'>Good morning everybody! Is the last day for our camp. Hmm, I'm quite stim today. Maybe I'm too excited to end the camp. Early in the morning about 6.30am I have awake but I go and sleep again. Let's tell you why I doing so. While I awake, I don't wish to take bath as I afraid that Team Leaders want to take bath. As I didn't have works to do in the morning so just let Team Leaders take first. So, I walk out Library and saw Wei How there. We talk for a while for some bored topic. About 15minutes later, I saw Kelly walk back to Library. Hmm, she have wake up while I awake. So, I follow her. I saw that she lay down and sleep and so I am. Unfortunately, I don't know she just sleep for about 5minutes but I sleep for about 1hour. Hehex. It is shame to say that. While the time I wake up, I saw everyone is awake and most of them have took bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I grabbed my Camp T-shirt and rush to toilet to take bath. I think this is the fastest bath I take. LOL. As I afraid SP work alone in foyer so I rush as fast as possible to foyer. If not mistaken I met Kelly on staircase. (^.^) After reaching foyer, only I notice everything is done and nothing there I needed to help. Hmm, not bad. I'm free. So, I go to canteen and find Chyn to have a talk. At there I saw Chia Foo eating cakes. I feel hungry too so I take some cake and start chewing in mouth. After a mooment, I start to regret this action I did. My stomach begin to feel pain, just like the feeling of gastric. I don't know how to cure it although I know what's the course is. And the worse is the programe that I'm in charge is coming soon. Nothing can be done besides tolerate. Sigh. I'm really hate my stomach very much on that time. It course me pain until the whole camp finished. (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I enjoy to do is arranging the robot. I love robot very very much. Those robots were did by children by using recycle's item that collect yesterday. Hmm, I'm happy to look at those robot although they are not did by me. LOL. Tell you all a secret, I very worry for those robots. While finish arrange them SP and I have lunch together at canteen. While eating, DJ told us that one of the robot falls. Wooooo, how fast I rush to there. LOL. After making sure it won't fall again then only I go have my lunch. Hehehx. See, how important is those robot to me. I really love robot. (^.^)  Yo! Is time for the last programe for the camp. I feel so relax and happy. Is true! All the weight on my body is lost. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is time for closing ceremony. The most excited part in closing ceremony is when prize giving. I fell very happy! Although I knew that I will get the prize of The Best Crew as DJ have told me at first. What I didn't expected is all of other crwes clap hands and calling my name while I was announce to get the prize. Thanks for you all support. Thanks for so care me but not hate me. Thanks a lot. And so, my camp is over. What left behind is to clean up the mess we did. (=.=) About 4pm, I leave Li Tek (B) and said goodby to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is time to leave! Goodbye and take care. I love all of you! Muakzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-898035809870968881?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/898035809870968881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=898035809870968881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/898035809870968881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/898035809870968881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/06/camping-life-3rd-day-of-camp.html' title='Camping Life: 3rd Day of Camp'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-662703918972959342</id><published>2009-06-16T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:40:47.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Life: 2nd Day of Camp</title><content type='html'>Finally I have finished one day of the camp. Second day morning I wake up at almost 6.30am. Wow! Its late. However I still hidding myself in Library until 8.00am then only go and bath. After cold bath, we went and have breakfast in canteen. By the way, I have forgotten what's the food for that day's breakfast. After breakfast, I'm too bored and don't know where to go. So, I get to motor and playing with it. I feel fun. =P When the next programe started I joined. But, it is quite bored too.(=.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we heading to the flat in front of school to collect some recycle's item. I was asked to be the helper of the first team. Say the truth, that is no fun. After that quite stupid and tired work I stay in Library again to work on my Station Games programe and IQ Questions programe. And, my lovely SP was besides me helping me all the time. Wow! How good this friend is. So happy that she joining us. The preparation of Station Games almost made me mad. But, it is worth as everyone love the games. (^.^) I didn't play much on Station Games as I was responsible to blow wistle and capture photo. I'm really busy. (=.=) Don't worry, I found a fun things for myself. I go Wei How's station and start playing the flour with he. Yea, I enjoy that momment. I'm happy, I'm relax and I'm white. I need to wash up the flour so I wash myself with shirts. Maybe I get cold by that, I felt headache and faint.After trying hard counting marks and preparing the PK Games, 3 of us took a bath. Without have dinner, I swell two penadol and have a short nap. I'm tired and I'm feeling very not well. Hmm, I'm wondering that have Kelly come and take a look on me? LOL. What a stupid thinking. When I awake, is almost time to have supper. I didn't ate but sit on chair and do nothing. Maybe I'm too stim for do everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, all children is asked to go and sleep and we needed to have meeting then. This is the last time we have meeting. Everyone sit on the floor of Library and listen to Kelly and Uncle to have talk. Well, everyone in the room is being comment included me. I'm not really remember what others comments besides a girl name Li Mei. I admit, I hate her very very much. Don't mention my feeling but Kelly. What the hell she did onto Kelly?! What the sucker she is?! How I wish to punch her and beat her down! Suck bitch!!!! Then is my comment, it is still the same - "Hui, is time to growth." That's all. LOL. I prefer to be a children. I wanna have Kelly's care. I wanna have Kelly with me. I know Kelly likes children. Hehex. Hmm, I think I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then SP, Issac and me start watch the video clips I download and prepare some questions to ask tomorrow. Meanwhile, we discuss for the prize for the Best Team, Best Leaders, Best Members. For sure, the Best Crews I have no chance to discuss with. Oh yea, Ruh Tyng is there too. Wow! I'm scare to see her. As I know, she quite fierce then. Hehex. Ok, is time to bed but I still have some job haven't finish. Kelly is asking me to sleep but I don't wish to. I need to re-write the questions in formal language so that it is easier to ask tomorrow. Everybody is sleep besides Zhi Qi, Raymond and me. Both of them working on the slide show needed tomorrow and I did mine. While doing, my eyes turn and look at Kelly. Sigh. I don't know how many times I left to see her. She is going to study soon. I'm sure I will miss her very very much. Is time for Devil to bed. Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-662703918972959342?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/662703918972959342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=662703918972959342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/662703918972959342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/662703918972959342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/06/camping-life-2nd-day-of-camp.html' title='Camping Life: 2nd Day of Camp'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-3521797524631986187</id><published>2009-06-16T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:41:53.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Life: 1st Day of Camp</title><content type='html'>This is the first day of our camp. After taken bath and breakfast, all of us waiting for the arriving of members and I'm preparing for the open ceremony. Ice breaking is the next programe. How worst is the programe?! It made my mood really down. Perfomance of these children really out of my expectation! What a mess?! I have totally lost my confidence. I don't know what I should do. I don't know how other programes to be continue. I'm scare! I'm afraid! Luckily, I have my friends. SP and Issac were there to console me. They told me many things. I'm really likes to thanks to them. What the worst is I cried on that day. Oh god! How shame is it?! This is Kelly's fault.(=.=) I don't know why, when she console me, I cried. Maybe I like to act like a spoiled child in front of her. Say the truth, I feel so safe when stay with her. (^.^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, is time for me to stop crying and prepare to go Botanical Garden. How hate I feel on this place! I went this place for quite many times to prepare the Treasure Hunt programe. Perhaps this is the last time I went! LOL. Then, start my running here and there life to put on clues and hidding treasure.Wow! I'm exhausted! When the game begin, I have a short nap on bandstand. Oh yea, my ID Card have been confiscated by Kelly.(T.T) After that I feel quite energize and start my trip to mark on the children. I was super busy that time for rushing here and there helping the children to solve the clues and give tips to them. Besides, I took water for them too. Yeah! How good am I. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm totally exhausted. Once we back to school, I rush to toilet and took a great cold bath. That's damn comfortable!! Then, SP, Issac and me start count on the marks for Treasure Hunt in Library. A momment later, I feel very tired and I fall sleep. So, I miss a part of the programe. When I woke up, is time to scold the children so that they realize what the things they did wrong today. I watching Kelly and Chia Foo scolding the children. I laugh on them. LOL. I'm the devil what. After all children went to sleep, our crew having meeting. The meeting is mostly about station games that held on tomorrow. As usual, the one who responsible on the programe are responsible to tell the stationer all the things they need to know and I'm the person in charge.(=.=) After that Issac and me start to made our spin wheel. Here, I would like to thanks my Kelly sister as she help me very much on doing it. Without her help I don't think the spin wheel can be done. Thanks a lot Kelly. Well, both of you are tired, go and take a rest. So, I did the last part. Good night everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-3521797524631986187?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3521797524631986187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=3521797524631986187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/3521797524631986187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/3521797524631986187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/06/camping-life-1st-day-of-camp.html' title='Camping Life: 1st Day of Camp'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-557439401202062204</id><published>2009-06-16T18:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:41:40.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Life : Pre-Camp</title><content type='html'>Hey all! I'm just back from my camp. Today I would like to share my camping life with all of you!^.^ Well, this is the first time I went for camp and the camp is a tired camp for me. By the way, I enjoy it very very much as I have the chance stay together with Kelly.^.^ I'm not really love camping but I love to be with Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let I begin my day in camp. I start my camping life since 11/6/2009 night. When I reach Li &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tek&lt;/span&gt; (B), everyone is there besides my Kelly sister. I was told by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; that she will reach school on about 8pm. Oh dear! My mood was sank. Then we having a great dinner. The foods there are delicious but I didn't feel hungry so I didn't eat much. Maybe I'm too worry about Kelly or maybe I was too excited. Next, all of our crew were cleaning school areas while LY and me were busy for doing the speech script for open ceremony on tomorrow. What I never forget is I'm working in a super hot place.(=.=) Well, after finished all of our work, everyone is asked to go and take a bath. Then we gather at foyer to have a short time meeting. On that time, we were given an ID Card and a badge with our name on it. Yea, I love both of them very much! I feel proud when I wear on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some person that didn't have other works are asked to sleep earlier and Issac, SP and me start working on my treasure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haunts&lt;/span&gt; clues which needed on the first day of camp. I have almost forget what the things take me so long time to do but what I remember is I sleep on almost 4.30am and awake on 5.30pm. What a little sleeping time?! However, Kelly didn't sleep throughout the night. My pity Kelly. I'm so worry that she will fall sick. Well, I think that's all for the story when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-557439401202062204?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/557439401202062204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=557439401202062204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/557439401202062204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/557439401202062204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/06/camping-life-pre-camp.html' title='Camping Life : Pre-Camp'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-5719262043210984934</id><published>2009-05-25T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:59:34.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter For Kelly</title><content type='html'>Kelly,&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I stopped for quite a long time to write letter for you. Anyway, all contents in the letter are real and they are come out from my heart. I know, nowadays you are busying for the camp and your tuition class and that made us have lesser time to SMS with each other. Especially your tuition class, it took much time from us.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I feel quite happy and lucky that I had joined this children camp. It had provided us more time to meet with each other and have more topic to talk about. Sometimes I was thinking to quit this camp as it made me so tired and pressure, but I'm not wish to leave you. I feel happy and enjoy for everytime meeting. I feel safe and glad to have you at my side. I have nothing to worry about when stay besides you.&lt;br /&gt;However, there are still a wall between two of us. I know that was my problem and I'm trying hard to overcome it. Last time as Siew Ying was so close with you made me not willing to talk with you. I know, nowadays are totally different! Siew Ying no longer important in your heart. I have no reason to hide myself from you and I know, I have the chance to take over her place if I dare to talk with you. I will try hard to overcome this problem as I wish to have you with me forever.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly, I can't imagine how my life will be if without you. Everyday morning when I wake up, how I wish to have your message. Everytime the message sent to you, how I wish to have your reply. Every seconds that pass, I feel nervous and worry if there is none of your message. I need you very much! You gave me safety, caring, loving, happiness and companion. I don't know what position I was in your heart but you are always my lovely and great sister in my heart. I feel I'm the most happy person in this world nowadays. How I wish the time will stop and we can maintain this situation forever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad and proud to know you. I don't know how long this situation will last for, but I treasure it. At least nowadays I'm happy. Just like what I have saw on a passage last few day: "somethings that belongs to us will be with us no matter how, but somethings that not belongs to us will never be with us forever." Are you belongs to me? Maybe... And maybe not. If it is my fade, I can't do anything to change it besides appreciate what I have now. At least when you no longer belongs to me I won't feel regret as your deepest footprint will in my heart forever.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly, thanks for being my friend or perhaps my sister. I know you care me more than everyone. I'm really happy to know you. Thanks, my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared by,&lt;br /&gt;dEViL&lt;br /&gt;25/06/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-5719262043210984934?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5719262043210984934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=5719262043210984934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/5719262043210984934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/5719262043210984934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/05/letter-for-kelly.html' title='A Letter For Kelly'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151974312598417487.post-66619355375982646</id><published>2009-05-22T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:08:55.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hello to all blog viewers, this is a new blog for Devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm shame to say that, this blog was found accidentally when I was surfing net just now. I'm quite surprise that I have a blog in blogger and feel dissapointed at the same time as it is a blank blog=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Anyway, this is my first post in blogger. Let's talk about my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today is quite a bad day for me. Since I woke up in the morning, bad luck is surrounding me. After enjoying the comfort feeling in house, I ride motor down to daddy's shop. Start from that second I was ask to go here and there then do this and that. In my memories, the last thing I did was helping daddy to bake cake for my aunt. I'm tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;However, story doesn't end here. After resting for a moment while SMS with Kelly, my brother come back from library. Well, nightmare starts here, we have quarrel after his return. I was mad and angry then I told Kelly all what is going on. While I'm typing the message, I feel funny with what had happened just now. It is so damn childish! How the 18th &amp;amp; 19th teenagers will have quarel on  such matter?! However, I still won't forgive my brother as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Let me tell you what had happened between my brother and me, I'm sure you will feel funny too:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Just now I went to 7-11 to buy some chocolates and before I went, brother asked me to buy some snacks back for he, I nodded. After I return and finished my chocolates, I take some snacks from my brother but I get scolded. He blame that I didn't treat he some of my chocolates but now I'm asking he to treat the snacks. And so, I told him that he didn't paid me for the snack but he replied that "nuo mai gai" (a type of chinese food) that he bought me few days before I haven't paid he too. Well, my madness rose. I bring both of us back to yesterday, I bought a 250ml nestle ice-cream back home and aspect to finish it myself. Sadly, my brother shared it with me. He ate almost 3/5 of it and didn't paid even 1sen for me. He started to count after this. He measured that each piece of the snacks I take from he counted as RM1, and so I counted that RM1 is paid for each spoon of ice-cream he ate. However, the cheatter, my bro, said he ate only 1 spoon as I didn't mention how big is the spoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well, story ends here. I was mad that time but feel funny now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Just share it with all of you.(^.^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151974312598417487-66619355375982646?l=traitodevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/feeds/66619355375982646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151974312598417487&amp;postID=66619355375982646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/66619355375982646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151974312598417487/posts/default/66619355375982646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traitodevil.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-1st-post.html' title='My 1st Post'/><author><name>tRAiToROuS dEViL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874690650778020579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CNPHot-seLk/SxS_srgLR6I/AAAAAAAAACw/jBLGoeo9rAw/S220/ist2_4783078-cup-of-capuchino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
