<?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-7497794152959642902</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:30:10.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For ever and a day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cheah Yeem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696705740053663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSOEFZ6NTpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3j6jqJL8WxM/S220/IMGP7728.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497794152959642902.post-2409226083522625911</id><published>2009-07-03T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:40:09.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>hey people i'm finally back after the long and awesome six months encounter with God. I've learn so many things and yet it is still not enough. Well... i hope to be able to post the picture that i took for the last six months hahaha... i cannot tell all of you what happened or how much i've learn because it'll take me days to list out... but all i can say is that it's just awesome. =)  anyway... for those who are curious on what i have been doing please go to this website. www.ywam.org&lt;br /&gt; thanks and it's great to be back and to be able to see all of you again. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497794152959642902-2409226083522625911?l=stringsandarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/2409226083522625911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497794152959642902&amp;postID=2409226083522625911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/2409226083522625911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/2409226083522625911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-im-back.html' title='Hey I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>Cheah Yeem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696705740053663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSOEFZ6NTpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3j6jqJL8WxM/S220/IMGP7728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497794152959642902.post-8177191614011518740</id><published>2009-01-16T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:31:57.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye everyone!</title><content type='html'>I will be off to sabah tomorrow for six month... to those that i didn't inform beforehand, i apologize...  i will DEFINITELY miss all of you and owh yea... we can still keep in contact... i'll be using my 016 so message me anytime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight.. see all of you in another six months time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497794152959642902-8177191614011518740?l=stringsandarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/8177191614011518740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497794152959642902&amp;postID=8177191614011518740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/8177191614011518740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/8177191614011518740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/2009/01/bye-everyone.html' title='Bye everyone!'/><author><name>Cheah Yeem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696705740053663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSOEFZ6NTpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3j6jqJL8WxM/S220/IMGP7728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497794152959642902.post-7347766924833216404</id><published>2009-01-11T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:44:41.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Tag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By vin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Does it matter to you if your boyfriend or girlfriend smoke?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like duh... of course it matters! Smoking kills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How about drinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depends. Wine is approve-able. No beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you like someone you can't have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Er.... nope.. something perhaps... i'd like a little spiky porcupine.. but can't have any.. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                         why not? I prefer him to be straight forward rather than him hiding it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your favourite sport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;er... brisk walking... hanging onto a monkey bar.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Its Saturday night, and you're home alone... what do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                  Finished up Persona 4 (latest PS2 project... highly recommended) and RE4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like roller coasters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. When's the perfect time to have a bf/gf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before 30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. If you could date any celebrity, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pierce Brosnan... he's the only decent one i could think of... hahaha.. the young ones are oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will be boarding a plane to Sabah... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11. What is your favourite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Too many... non in specific&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Have you ever hugged someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like duh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13. Ever kissed someone you weren't attracted to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Do you like anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friendly like; yes... the type where we go ga ga over him or her... NOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The way he treats old lady, waiters/waitress etc, the way he talks and his appearance and of course, his ego's size&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Which do you prefer, Beach or Mountains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mountain... it feels good to be on top of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What kind of phone do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;handphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Computer or Laptop?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laptop. it's so convenient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19. Jeans or Sweats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jeans is the way to go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20. Which year(s) has/have been the best so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2005 to 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How old are you gonna be on your next birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20... oh goodness... there goes my youth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What should you be doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sleeping... trying to re-adjust my biological clock... i'm like so sleepy now... =.=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your favourite TV show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Supernatural. and those Hong Kong drama... hahaha... goodness... i feel like those old lady in the 50's where they just glue themselves on the tube waiting for HK drama to show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's been your last purchase?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Petrol for my SLK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you attracted to girls/boys that smoke?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Definitely NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Have you ever fallen on your butt in front of a crowd of people?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not that i remember of... hmmm... i wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you do when you're at home?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;Sleeping, playing PS2, reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is your favourite &lt;/span&gt;subject?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;English!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What's the best thing that's ever happened to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being brought into this world and getting to know God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;30. 10 ppl to tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got less than 10 ppl here... owh well... those who's in my link... and YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497794152959642902-7347766924833216404?l=stringsandarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/7347766924833216404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497794152959642902&amp;postID=7347766924833216404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/7347766924833216404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/7347766924833216404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/2009/01/1st-tag.html' title='1st Tag!'/><author><name>Cheah Yeem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696705740053663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSOEFZ6NTpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3j6jqJL8WxM/S220/IMGP7728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497794152959642902.post-879906515716634542</id><published>2008-12-31T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:38:30.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best and Worse of 2008</title><content type='html'>OK people, 2008 ended and it's 2009 now. So i guess it's a great time for me to reflect the best and worse of 2008 have to offer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Movie that I'd watched... (drum rolls)&lt;br /&gt;THE DARK KNIGHT!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SVvP1N0AGDI/AAAAAAAAACA/QVUio6enFAs/s1600-h/the-dark-knight-characters_472x312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SVvP1N0AGDI/AAAAAAAAACA/QVUio6enFAs/s320/the-dark-knight-characters_472x312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286047100797196338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse Movie I'd watched...&lt;br /&gt;Disaster Movie (the title speaks for itself) funny but a waste of time and it doesn't make sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SVvQneA9h6I/AAAAAAAAACI/VTc3ZbpAMBU/s1600-h/disaster-movie-poster-final-thumb-450x666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SVvQneA9h6I/AAAAAAAAACI/VTc3ZbpAMBU/s320/disaster-movie-poster-final-thumb-450x666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286047964139980706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Movie (Musical)&lt;br /&gt;MAMMA MIA! (sorry, I'm so not the fan of HSM)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SVvSG0Ju6lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MfIwg4Dh4eA/s1600-h/MammaMiaTeaserPoster.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SVvSG0Ju6lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MfIwg4Dh4eA/s320/MammaMiaTeaserPoster.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286049602169924178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Philip/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Best Animated Film&lt;br /&gt;Madagascar 2! (it's so damn funny those who haven't watch yet should seriously watch it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SVvTgjX2cGI/AAAAAAAAACY/-OwYhNevpv0/s1600-h/506091%7EMadagascar-2-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SVvTgjX2cGI/AAAAAAAAACY/-OwYhNevpv0/s320/506091%7EMadagascar-2-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286051143853961314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh wait, There's a tie.. (drum rolls)&lt;br /&gt;Kung Fu Panda! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SVvUB7E_VaI/AAAAAAAAACg/V91JQ9-SPbU/s1600-h/KungFuPanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SVvUB7E_VaI/AAAAAAAAACg/V91JQ9-SPbU/s320/KungFuPanda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286051717152986530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Bolt is nice too, animated film of 2008 are worth to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best TV show ( sorry, the best so far, haven't caught up with heroes yet batu feringghi went out of stock&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; wth =.=&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Supernatural 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Philip/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SVvV5ebp9vI/AAAAAAAAACo/J0Wsl8xNGEo/s1600-h/normal_supernaturalad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SVvV5ebp9vI/AAAAAAAAACo/J0Wsl8xNGEo/s320/normal_supernaturalad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286053771047728882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok that's all so far, i'm doing this in an unearthly hour so i'll continue someday, comment ad suggest to me what to out up and dun forget to nominate. ok bye and Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497794152959642902-879906515716634542?l=stringsandarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/879906515716634542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497794152959642902&amp;postID=879906515716634542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/879906515716634542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/879906515716634542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-and-worse-of-2008.html' title='Best and Worse of 2008'/><author><name>Cheah Yeem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696705740053663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSOEFZ6NTpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3j6jqJL8WxM/S220/IMGP7728.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SVvP1N0AGDI/AAAAAAAAACA/QVUio6enFAs/s72-c/the-dark-knight-characters_472x312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497794152959642902.post-6152331476323659735</id><published>2008-12-24T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T06:19:44.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myth Mania-greek part 1 (pomegranate)</title><content type='html'>For those who knows me well, they would know about my keen interest in the Greek Mythology. Somehow, the topic pomegranate came up. Maybe it's because i saw it in the market and i had always thought, besides strawberry, pomegranate is an interesting fruit. The story from the Greek myth behind this particular fruit is even more unbelievable. It is more a less a fruit that had cause a woman or a goddess of her freedom to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one version of the Greek mythology, the pomegranate is a fruit bore in the depths of Hades (it means hell to us) . Persephone, was kidnapped by Hades and he took her into the underworld as his wife. Demeter, the mother of Persephone, went to mourning for the lost of her daughter and thus all greens are ceased to grow. Zeus, on the other hand could not let earth be destroyed therefore, he commanded his elder brother Hades to release Persephone. But Persephone was doomed to spend eternity in the underworld with a man she was forced to love. According to the rule of the Fates, anyone, anyone at all, who consumed food or drink in the underworld are doomed to spend eternity there. When Hades took Persephone in to the Underworld, she had neither food or drink, but Hades tricked her into eating four seeds of pomegranate seeds while she was still a prisoner to the underworld. So because of this, she was condemned to spend four months every year as the Queen of the Underworld.  So, during that four months, Demeter will mourn for the loss of her daughter and will not give fertility to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of four seeds, Persephone was doomed to spend eternity with someone she does not love. It goes the same with Adam and Eve. Because of temptation man fell into sins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality it takes only one mistakes to ruin everything. Just like a drop of ink into a pure distilled water. No matter how clean or pure the water is, it only takes a drop of impurities to contaminate the water. For those who doesn't know, the reason of my keen interest in Greek Myths it is because of the fact that it really reflect the reality. It does not give you any fantasy about happy ending or even justice where the villains are punishes. In Greek mythology, there is no hero or heroin. Everyone is for themselves. Just like this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is really time for us to realise, the happy ending fantasy fiction like those in Hans Christian Anderson. Justice doesn't even exist, forget about happy ending.  This is why, i restrain myself from reading fantasy, to remind myself, that's there is no justice or happy ending. It is just good enough to have a long and content life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497794152959642902-6152331476323659735?l=stringsandarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/6152331476323659735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497794152959642902&amp;postID=6152331476323659735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/6152331476323659735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/6152331476323659735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/2008/12/myth-mania-greek-part-1-pomegranate.html' title='Myth Mania-greek part 1 (pomegranate)'/><author><name>Cheah Yeem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696705740053663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSOEFZ6NTpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3j6jqJL8WxM/S220/IMGP7728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497794152959642902.post-3203388439101708009</id><published>2008-12-15T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:40:20.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brisk walking, badminton and Chucky's Badminton match with a 'Yeng' Aunty</title><content type='html'>You know, i've been saying i want to jog and jog to burn my fat? lol... well, the day before yesterday marks my first ever jogging trip in youth park... lol.. woke up at 6 to shower, prepare my cheese omelette and off i go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We(me and vin) reached youth park at 7.45. I was amazed at the new Youth Park. Everything was like so green and pleasing to the eyes. So we walk and walk from the carpark and then vin saw this swing and let her inner child gets the better of her but little does she realise, the rusting steel on the swing caused her hand( and mine  ) to smell bloody.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SUgk9Zprs-I/AAAAAAAAABw/OB8sJCKOEBE/s1600-h/DSC03876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SUgk9Zprs-I/AAAAAAAAABw/OB8sJCKOEBE/s320/DSC03876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280511200368243682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Presenting... Mad girl on the swing! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we left it that way with the hope of attracting vampires.&lt;br /&gt;But after awhile we couldn't stand that bloody smell so we went around look for a loo and embracing the beautiful nature of youth park at the same time. The toilet was SUPRISINGLY clean (not so clean actually but considering that youth park is a public place... you know what i mean). And then i saw a friend from PJKN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;CY: Vin that girl looked awfully familiar.. wait... i think she's from PJKN... I dun think she   recognises me, she's in the same foster home(PJKN program whereby we are assigned to a foster home in a village) as mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Vin:  oh then? call her name then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;CY: I forgot, hehe, but i think i should greet her, she should be able to remember cause i'm wearing the humongous PJKN track. Should i go greet her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Vin: What if she don't remember? Maybe you should walk in front of her and flaunt your pants if she looked at you and smile then you can go greet her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinny and her great ideas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we strolled around the park while waiting for an ah pek (chucky) and then the monkey inside me had the urge of trying the monkey bar. So there we went towards the monkey bar to test my limits and to see if my strength and stamina deplete. Thank goodness i can still manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Chucky FINALLY came after we strolled the whole park. hahaha... we strolled around again and tried all the erm... what to you called those things... oh yea, the exercise gadgets... lol...  some are quite fun to play at actually... lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we tried the monkey bar again for the fun of it; and yea it is fun for me.&lt;br /&gt;owh yea, the girl i mentioned earlier smiled at me. So i guess she recalled who am i and chucky as well, but chucky forgotten who she is.. tsk.. mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now, the highlight of the day the badminton match.&lt;br /&gt;WoT(vin and i) vs BOY(chucky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much betwwen our match actually. lol. We were sharing the court with the fan tai chi aunties so we took only a quater of actual badminton court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chucky's ah pek instinct caused him to get closer and closer to all the aunties praticing fan tai chi gracefully as we played... lol... Then one of the aunty came up to us while we took 5 and ask if she could join us. Vin and i were tired so we allowed chucky to play against aunty. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SUgnY8U8CcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1bCG7vdu8JE/s1600-h/DSC03878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SUgnY8U8CcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1bCG7vdu8JE/s320/DSC03878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280513872556198338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chucky against the pretty and awesome aunty... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as a part of the female society, we cheered for our pretty and awesome aunty... lol&lt;br /&gt;as they played, we were on the bench shouting; AUNTY JIA YOU, AUNTY HEN YEH, AUNTY HEN PIAO LIANG ( we sorta like blab out any mandarin word we knew for cheering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Final Result&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Chucky-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Aunty -14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, Chucky brought us to a roadside hokkien mee stall for er... bruch. The hokkien mee wasn't bad, it was nice actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i dropped vinny home and send the books i owed her up and sat there for awhile while wendy lock herself in the room after she saw our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;gorgeous face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Another mad girl... And then later vin showed me her old album and ask me to spot which is her.. lol.. changed so much from 5 years old to upper six. couldn't really recognise her so her hint for me for all the pictures was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the odd one out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then wendy took her guitar to test her abilities to tune.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wth...&lt;/span&gt; and performed a solo on her trumpet. And wendy confessed something by accident.. Right Wendy?? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's about all on my jogging trip with vin and chucky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****THE END*****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497794152959642902-3203388439101708009?l=stringsandarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/3203388439101708009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497794152959642902&amp;postID=3203388439101708009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/3203388439101708009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/3203388439101708009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/2008/12/brisk-walking-badminton-and-chuckys.html' title='Brisk walking, badminton and Chucky&apos;s Badminton match with a &apos;Yeng&apos; Aunty'/><author><name>Cheah Yeem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696705740053663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSOEFZ6NTpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3j6jqJL8WxM/S220/IMGP7728.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SUgk9Zprs-I/AAAAAAAAABw/OB8sJCKOEBE/s72-c/DSC03876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497794152959642902.post-561492514062551096</id><published>2008-12-06T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:46:29.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fergie-Finally, Legend of the Band-Dan Fogelberg and After all these years-journey</title><content type='html'>I'm loving this song from fergie... lol.... i always thought her song was blue... so this taught me, i should not judge a CD by it's cover and the singer.... Lol... honestly, i am never a fan of black eyed peas or her... but this song it's really nice... especially the lyrics and i loved it since i first heard it from lite fm, it's just that, i didn't know it's her... hahaha... thanks to my mom's friend who intro me this and the songs i downloadded(refer to the post after the previous one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie-Finally&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was a baby girl I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella theme&lt;br /&gt;Crazy as it seems&lt;br /&gt;Always knew that deep inside that there would come that day&lt;br /&gt;But I would have to wait&lt;br /&gt;Make so many mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't comprehend&lt;br /&gt;As I watched it unfold&lt;br /&gt;This classic story told I left it in the cold&lt;br /&gt;Walking through unopen doors that led me back to you&lt;br /&gt;Each one unlocking more of the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally stopped tripping on my youth&lt;br /&gt;I finally got lost inside of you&lt;br /&gt;I finally know I needed to grow&lt;br /&gt;And finally my mate has met my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Now my destiny can begin&lt;br /&gt;Though we will have our differences&lt;br /&gt;Something strange and new is happening&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Now my life doesn't seem so bad&lt;br /&gt;It's the best that I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;Give my love to him finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the beginning you already knew&lt;br /&gt;I acted like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to be cool&lt;br /&gt;Fronting like it didn't matter&lt;br /&gt;I just ran away&lt;br /&gt;Put on another face&lt;br /&gt;Was lost in my own space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found what it's like to hurt selfishly&lt;br /&gt;I was scared to give up me&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to just believe&lt;br /&gt;I was in a jealous, insecure, pathetic place&lt;br /&gt;Stumbled through the mess that I have made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Finally got out of my own way&lt;br /&gt;I Finally started living for today&lt;br /&gt;I finally know I needed to grow&lt;br /&gt;And finally my mate has met my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Now my destiny can begin&lt;br /&gt;Though we will have our differences&lt;br /&gt;Something strange and new is happening&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Now my life doesn't seem so bad&lt;br /&gt;It's the best that I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;Give my love to him finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Finally yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Now my destiny can begin&lt;br /&gt;Though we will have our differences&lt;br /&gt;Something beautiful is happening,is happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Now my life doesn't seem so bad&lt;br /&gt;It's the best that I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;Give my love to him finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Finally...Finally....            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dan fogelberg... oh goodness, you guys should lste to this, it' so touching, it's written for his late father the leader of the bean hence the title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Fogelberg-Leader of the Band&lt;br /&gt;An only child&lt;br /&gt;Alone and wild&lt;br /&gt;A cabinet maker's son&lt;br /&gt;His hands were meant&lt;br /&gt;For different work&lt;br /&gt;And his heart was known&lt;br /&gt;  To none --&lt;br /&gt;He left his home&lt;br /&gt;And went his lone&lt;br /&gt;And solitary way&lt;br /&gt;And he gave to me&lt;br /&gt;A gift I know I never&lt;br /&gt;  can repay&lt;br /&gt;A quiet man of music&lt;br /&gt;Denied a simpler fate&lt;br /&gt;He tried to be a soldier once&lt;br /&gt;But his music wouldn't wait&lt;br /&gt;He earned his love&lt;br /&gt;  Through discipline&lt;br /&gt;A thundering, velvet hand&lt;br /&gt;His gentle means of sculpting souls&lt;br /&gt;Took me years to understand.&lt;br /&gt;The leader of the band is tired&lt;br /&gt;And his eyes are growing old&lt;br /&gt;But his blood runs through&lt;br /&gt;  My instrument&lt;br /&gt;And his song is in my soul --&lt;br /&gt;My life has been a poor attempt&lt;br /&gt;To imitate the man&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a living legacy&lt;br /&gt;To the leader of the band.&lt;br /&gt;My brothers' lives were&lt;br /&gt;  different&lt;br /&gt;For they heard another call&lt;br /&gt;One went to Chicago&lt;br /&gt;And the other to St. Paul&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in Colorado&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not in some hotel&lt;br /&gt;Living out this life I've chose&lt;br /&gt;And come to know so well.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for the music&lt;br /&gt;And your stories of the road&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for the freedom&lt;br /&gt;When it came my time to go --&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for the kindness&lt;br /&gt;And the times when you got tough&lt;br /&gt;And, pap, I don't think I&lt;br /&gt;Said 'I love you' near enough --&lt;br /&gt;The leader of the band is tired&lt;br /&gt;And his eyes are growing old&lt;br /&gt;But his blood runs through&lt;br /&gt;  My instrument&lt;br /&gt;And his song is in my soul --&lt;br /&gt;My life has been a poor attempt&lt;br /&gt;To imitate the man&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a living legacy&lt;br /&gt;To the leader of the band&lt;br /&gt;I am the living legacy&lt;br /&gt;To the leader of the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's the other one after all these years by  journey... hahaha tonight is like so musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After All These Years-Journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A faded wedding photograph&lt;br /&gt;You and me in our first dance&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes are closed&lt;br /&gt;We're lost in one sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;Since those days the world has changed&lt;br /&gt;Our love remains the same&lt;br /&gt;God knows we've had our share of saving grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm proud of all the blessings&lt;br /&gt;You have given me&lt;br /&gt;The mountains we have climbed to get this far&lt;br /&gt;You learn to take the laughter with the tears&lt;br /&gt;After all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make it feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;After the fires that we walked thru&lt;br /&gt;Against the odds we never lost our faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a house we've made our own&lt;br /&gt;Where our children all have grown&lt;br /&gt;Precious moments time can not erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a livin' up and down the gypsy highway&lt;br /&gt;Seasons that we've beared to share apart&lt;br /&gt;Somehow in my heart I always keep you near&lt;br /&gt;After all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years&lt;br /&gt;You stood by me&lt;br /&gt;The days and nights that I was gone&lt;br /&gt;After all these years&lt;br /&gt;You sacrificed, believed in me&lt;br /&gt;And you stood strong&lt;br /&gt;Cause with our love there's nothing left to fear&lt;br /&gt;After all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years&lt;br /&gt;You stood by me&lt;br /&gt;The days and nights that I was gone&lt;br /&gt;After all these years&lt;br /&gt;You sacrificed, believed in me&lt;br /&gt;And you stood strong&lt;br /&gt;Cause with our love there's nothing left to fear&lt;br /&gt;After all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really good at poem and words... but if there's something to express anything in me, it'll be music... hahaha... download, sing a long if you want and enjoy... oya su mi na sai (Good Night/Sweet Dreams)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497794152959642902-561492514062551096?l=stringsandarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/561492514062551096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497794152959642902&amp;postID=561492514062551096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/561492514062551096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/561492514062551096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/2008/12/fergie-finally-legend-of-band-dan.html' title='Fergie-Finally, Legend of the Band-Dan Fogelberg and After all these years-journey'/><author><name>Cheah Yeem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696705740053663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSOEFZ6NTpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3j6jqJL8WxM/S220/IMGP7728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497794152959642902.post-4402298317744021304</id><published>2008-12-06T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:08:24.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>List of Stupid Essays by the same peron... (credit goes to Kim for introducing me this... 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(credit goes to Kim for introducing me this... LOL)'/><author><name>Cheah Yeem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696705740053663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSOEFZ6NTpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3j6jqJL8WxM/S220/IMGP7728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497794152959642902.post-6108707799023030528</id><published>2008-12-06T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T06:53:49.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED! BORED! BORED!</title><content type='html'>i'm like so bored now.... spent my time downloading songs with a recommendation of a person with an excellent taste.... you can try this song out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally-Fergie (yea i know, i just found out about it... hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leader of the Band- Dan Foegelberd(this song is downright touching)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now and Forever-Richard Marx&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After all these years-Journey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;hahaha,,,, so damn random,,, so damn bored... i may as well tell you guys what CDs i bought today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; christmas with Julie Andrews&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vienna Boy's Choir Christmas Gala&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YoYo Ma and Friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;hahaha... it got very bored now... ate a lot... mom said the whole family is going on a fruits and vege diet.... wth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497794152959642902-6108707799023030528?l=stringsandarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/6108707799023030528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497794152959642902&amp;postID=6108707799023030528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/6108707799023030528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/6108707799023030528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/2008/12/bored-bored-bored.html' title='BORED! 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Selepas itu emak saya mengajak saya menemaninya ke pasar. Tetapi saya tidak mahu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      Selepas emak menikam perut saya berkali-kali dengan garfu barulah saya bersetuju untuk mengikutnya. Kami berjalan sejauh 120 kilometer kerana pasar itu letaknya 128 kilometer dari rumah. Lagi 8 kilometer nak sampai pasar saya ternampak sebuah lori kontena meluru dengan laju dari arah belakang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      Dia melanggar emak saya. Emak saya tercampak ke dalam gaung. Dia menjerit “Adoi!”. Lepas itu emak saya naik semula dan mengejar lori tersebut. Saya pun turut berlari di belakang emak saya kerana takut emak saya melanggar lori itu pula. Pemandu lori itu nampak kami mengejarnya. Dia pun memecut lebih laju iaitu sama dengan kelajuan cahaya. Kami pula terpaksa mengejar dengan lebih laju iaitu sama dengan dua kali ganda kelajuan cahaya. Emak saya dapat menerajang tayar depan lori itu. Lori itu terbabas dan melanggar pembahagi jalan lalu bertembung dengan sebuah feri. Feri itu terbelah dua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      Penumpang feri itu yang seramai 100 orang semuanya mati. Pemandu feri itu sangat marah. Dia pun bertukar menjadi Ultraman dan memfire pemandu lori. Pemandu lori menekan butang khas di dalam lori dia..lori itu bertukar menjadi robot Transformer. Mereka bergaduh di udara. Emak saya tidak puas hati. Dia pun terus menyewa sebuah helikopter di Genting&lt;br /&gt;Highlands dan terus ke tempat kemalangan. Dia melanggar pemandu feri yang telah bertukar menjadi Ultraman itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      Pemandu feri itu terkejut dan terus bertukar menjadi pemandu feri semula lalu terhempas ke jalanraya. Pemandu feri itu pecah. Pemandu lori sangat takut melihat kejadian itu. Dia meminta maaf dari emak saya. Dia menghulurkan tangan ingin bersalam. Tetapi emak saya masih marah. Dia menyendengkan helikopternya dan mengerat tangan pemandu lori itu dengan kipas helikopter. Pemandu lori itu menjerit “Adoi..!” dan jatuh ke bumi. Emak say menghantar helikopter itu ke Genting Highlands. Bila dia balik ke tempat kejadian, dia terus memukul pemandu lori itu dengan beg tangannya sambil memarahi pemandu lori itu di dalam bahasa Inggeris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      Pemandu lori itu tidak dapat menjawab sebab emak saya cakap orang putih. Lalu pemandu lori itu mati. Tidak lama kemudian kereta polis pun sampai. Dia membuat lapuran ke ibu pejabatnya tentang kemalangan ngeri itu. Semua anggota polis di pejabat polis itu terperanjat lalu mati. Orang ramai mengerumuni tempat kejadian kerana ingin mengetahui apa yang telah terjadi. Polis yang bertugas cuba menyuraikan orang ramai lalu dia menjerit menggunakan pembesar suara. Orang ramai terperanjat dan semuanya mati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      Selepas itu emak saya mengajak saya ke pasar untuk mengelak lebih ramai lagi yang akan mati. Di pasar, emak saya menceritakan kejadian itu kepada penjual daging. Penjual daging dan peniaga-peniaga berhampiran yang mendengar cerita itu semuanya terkejut dan mati. Saya dan emak saya terus berlari balik ke rumah. Kerana terlalu penat sebaik saja sampai di rumah kami pun mati. Itulah kemalangan yang paling ngeri yang pernah saya lihat sebelum saya mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credit goes to Yong Yong for sending me this... hahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497794152959642902-8325410180449946848?l=stringsandarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/8325410180449946848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497794152959642902&amp;postID=8325410180449946848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/8325410180449946848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/8325410180449946848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/2008/12/really-crazy-and-hyperbole-essay-from.html' title='Really Crazy and Hyperbole Essay From An UPSR student'/><author><name>Cheah Yeem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696705740053663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSOEFZ6NTpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3j6jqJL8WxM/S220/IMGP7728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497794152959642902.post-3892760905890016935</id><published>2008-12-04T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:10:53.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escapade White Christams Party</title><content type='html'>Just came back from that white chrismas party in Equatorial Hotel... The setting was awesome... it's all white, even the guest(so i was dressed all white) it was very cold in that Function Room, and it's all white, white snowy kinda effect...... hahaha... but it is definitely better than last year's 70s retro party... unfortunately, i did not bring cam there, but i took some pic with my phone. but i couldn't upload it here cause my cable is well, not funtioning properly. so use your imagination...&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        I walked in, looked my left... and THERE's an ANOREXIC SANTA CLAUSE. Asked my mom why they chose that person to impersonate santa, and my mom, who forgotten that i'm 19, answered me, "oh the economy is very bad, so there no donation to feed santa this year"... =.='... ok let's move on... mom was registering, and i was there eyeing on their colourful cocktail... few more minutes before it officially start so, my mom, her friends and me were standing there drinking every type of cocktail they serve and commenting on it... hahaha... we're just too free..&lt;br /&gt;         As the door to the ballroom opens, everyone was squeezing into the ballroom, we the smart one, use another entrance(there's actually 3, so i got no idea why everyone just squeeze into one). we got a really good seat, near the stage and away from the loud speaker, so i sat there shivering... asked the waiter for warm water but it turned cold after 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;        The show started with the Equatorial hotel's sales and management team dance jingle bell rock similiar to the one and exactly like the one in Linsay Lohan's Mean Girls. but theirs was more innocent.&lt;br /&gt;        The emcee for the night is the same as last year, it's a guy who said to be an engineer, who dressed like a woman who named michelle... He/she is very funny, his/her jokes are very original and he's/she's a very spontaneous one. Then she asked for volunteers to play charades.... bla bla... the funny part of the charade.....&lt;br /&gt;-one volunteer are suppose to act out the motion "chicken playing basketball" so that volunteer acted out, so one woman ran to the mic to answer, her answer was; COCK playing basketball!.. my mom laughed her head off when she heard it, and i well... erm... choke on my punch and almost spitted out... but she still got it correct&lt;br /&gt;      bla bla nothing interesting until this Elvis impersonator from KL showed up... OMG, he sounded just like the king himself, it's just that, he's very much shorter, then after the elvis thing,  some duo band came out and deliver a few song and goodness, that woman's voice can send you straight to the moon, it's so deep and strong... sound like tina turner... they serenaded us with christmas song.&lt;br /&gt;       more a less that's the interesting part, it won't sound interesting here cause i didn't upload any pic and i didn't record... T.T... well... haiz.... T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497794152959642902-3892760905890016935?l=stringsandarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/3892760905890016935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497794152959642902&amp;postID=3892760905890016935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/3892760905890016935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/3892760905890016935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/2008/12/escapade-white-christams-party.html' title='Escapade White Christams Party'/><author><name>Cheah Yeem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696705740053663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSOEFZ6NTpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3j6jqJL8WxM/S220/IMGP7728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497794152959642902.post-9043442262246636249</id><published>2008-12-03T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:00:20.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moviemania randomility -Twilight!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/STdunuUGJTI/AAAAAAAAABo/jiMPonlTSn0/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/STdunuUGJTI/AAAAAAAAABo/jiMPonlTSn0/s320/twilight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275807117214098738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching twilight,i have to admit, the movie is awesome, the sooundtracks are great!... i like flightless bird especially... hahaha... Twiilght really add a twist to Bram Stoker's Count Dracula. After reading Bram Stoker's Count Dracula(years ago), i would have never thought vampire can move at the speed of light and can climb tree.... i always thought they would just turn to bats and would just DIEEEE if they are to be exposed to sunlight and they would again DIIEEE if you stick a wooden stake onto their heart and they would be resurrected if you sacrifice a beautiful virgin blonde ... hahaha...horny vampire... Overall, the movie was great... The vampires are hot and they are not as horny like the one i read as a matter of fact, they are a loyal creature... Can't wait for new moon! Said to be released next december!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497794152959642902-9043442262246636249?l=stringsandarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/9043442262246636249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497794152959642902&amp;postID=9043442262246636249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/9043442262246636249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/9043442262246636249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/2008/12/moviemania-randomility-twilight.html' title='Moviemania randomility -Twilight!!!'/><author><name>Cheah Yeem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696705740053663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSOEFZ6NTpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3j6jqJL8WxM/S220/IMGP7728.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/STdunuUGJTI/AAAAAAAAABo/jiMPonlTSn0/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497794152959642902.post-8755213903259773598</id><published>2008-12-02T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:12:47.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime randomility - Rozen Maiden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/STYRtji_S6I/AAAAAAAAABg/rwcXFM3BGmc/s1600-h/Rozen_Maiden_Wallpaper_by_Yuna0306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/STYRtji_S6I/AAAAAAAAABg/rwcXFM3BGmc/s320/Rozen_Maiden_Wallpaper_by_Yuna0306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275423487844895650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Rozen Maiden&lt;br /&gt;From left: Suigintou(!st), Barashuisho(by Enju, so she's not Rozen Maiden, and yea, she's the idiotic one in Traumend), Kanaria(2nd), Suiseiseki(3rd), Shinku(5th, and one of my fav), Hina Ichigo(6th, the cutest and the sweetest) and Souseiseki (Suiseiseki's twins and the 4th Doll,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so random... But those who loves Anime should totally try this one.... You'll have no regrets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497794152959642902-8755213903259773598?l=stringsandarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/8755213903259773598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497794152959642902&amp;postID=8755213903259773598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/8755213903259773598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/8755213903259773598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/2008/12/anime-randomility-rozen-maiden.html' title='Anime randomility - Rozen Maiden'/><author><name>Cheah Yeem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696705740053663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSOEFZ6NTpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3j6jqJL8WxM/S220/IMGP7728.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/STYRtji_S6I/AAAAAAAAABg/rwcXFM3BGmc/s72-c/Rozen_Maiden_Wallpaper_by_Yuna0306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497794152959642902.post-8413481710559684635</id><published>2008-12-01T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T01:50:27.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheah yeem's Christmas list, To Do List and crazy dreams!</title><content type='html'>Christmas is getting nearer and I'm as excited as a kid! This year would be better. So much times to prepare since Christmas Spirit came early. I wished to celebrate christmas with all my dear friends. This year, i thought of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dragging people to go carolling in a random neighbourhood. (those who are interested please   inform me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Give out something in front of Gurney(a handmade bookmark or something similiar)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send out chrismas cards to all my friends. (Therefore, i want you guys' address)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Then there's my To do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skydiving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bungee jumping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sand surfing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;parasailing(fast approaching)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose weight!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Africa and serve as a teacher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read all shakespeare's work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scuba diving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;travel around the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taste every wine in the world and create a scrap book for it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to speak in German&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Able to speak in the Queen's English by 25&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit the lavender hill or farm in Japan and France&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open up some animal shelters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;plant an apple tree&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Own a barn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skiing in various mountains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook and awesome meal for family and friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extreme mountain climbing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attend Celine Dion's concert&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch at least 5 broadway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Milk cows whenever i crave for fresh milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lastly, my crazy and impossible dreams ( we all have crazy dreams, so it's normal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stuff myself in a kangoroo pouch and see what it feels like inside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;own a panda, kangaroo and antler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;summons little animal to do housework for me ( like the one in disney cartoon)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fly around with an umbrella like mary poppin( when i was a kid)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;that's more a less my crazy dreams... hahaha... i post it here for the sake of humour...  and the first two list is to be done by the grace of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497794152959642902-8413481710559684635?l=stringsandarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/8413481710559684635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497794152959642902&amp;postID=8413481710559684635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/8413481710559684635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/8413481710559684635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/2008/12/cheah-yeems-christmas-last-to-do-list.html' title='Cheah yeem&apos;s Christmas list, To Do List and crazy dreams!'/><author><name>Cheah Yeem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696705740053663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSOEFZ6NTpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3j6jqJL8WxM/S220/IMGP7728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497794152959642902.post-3367763193145124324</id><published>2008-11-29T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:29:34.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered Glass</title><content type='html'>One thing that makes us(human) greater than other creatures in the universe is our ability to think and our emotion. We are able  to feel love, hatred, anger, jealousy and etc. So many emotion and thoughts we have had, but one thing we fear most is the thought of getting our heart broken and experience it itself. Perhaps, or in fact, this is why we are afraid to commit. Afraid that we might be disappointed in the end. We pulled back as our loved ones moved closer to us.&lt;br /&gt;        Everyone's hearts are made of glass( can't deny that). Everytime it is broken, every pieces of the broken glass  will be put back together just as it was. But it is not the same. Glasses, even when broken and been  put back together again you can still see that it has been broken before. But one thing that distinguished glass and our hearts it that everytime it is broken, it gets stronger. But glass, everytime it's broken, the broken pieces gets smaller and smaller, sooner or later, it'll leaves some empty spaces. &lt;br /&gt;       The reason because glass can be broken it's because it's glass of course. Same thing apply; it is after all, the wounded heart is what makes us a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is so random.... hahaha... Got this when i was reading a story from chicken soup... but yet, we cannot deny the truth, especially that last phrases. Actually, what i'm trying to say here is try not to be afraid to love. Open out like how Jesus open out and reach out to the blind, the leper and the others. Love should not be discriminative. God loves us despite our sins. Why not us. If we are created in the image of God like He said in Genesis 1:27 , we should be able to do the same.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's easier said tha done, but it's not impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497794152959642902-3367763193145124324?l=stringsandarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/3367763193145124324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497794152959642902&amp;postID=3367763193145124324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/3367763193145124324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/3367763193145124324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/2008/11/shattered-glass.html' title='Shattered Glass'/><author><name>Cheah Yeem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696705740053663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSOEFZ6NTpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3j6jqJL8WxM/S220/IMGP7728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497794152959642902.post-1448868837951277469</id><published>2008-11-24T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:18:32.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can the Elephants Dance with The Dragons?</title><content type='html'>My eye caught this phrase when i was looking through a list or an archives of phrases. Then i realised, it's something i wanted to show to the people, especially in times and place like this. The elephant in that phrase represents the Indians and the Dragons represent the chinese. Can we ever get along with the multi racial system depends on our  mindset. In an average human mindset, we always thought the colour of our skin determines how much respect we will earn. The whites always earns more respect. But little do we realise, we are no different from any other people. Take a look around us, do we have more hand than the malays or indians? Do they have less hand? Or more legs? Or more heads? Or eyes? Living in a multi racial country, we have to stop calling the kettle black. God did not, i repeat, did not created them less than us or more. He created everyone equally. We all have equal rights to live, to walk, and to speak. Other minute rights is determined by the country. Every country works differently than the others. It is  not fair to compare ourselves to more populated and more developed country. Is it fair for us to be able to feast on t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSwRulnMXzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1ltetwaTxI0/s1600-h/africa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSwRulnMXzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1ltetwaTxI0/s320/africa.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272608755812163378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hree meals a day while the people in the third world country have to wonder when will they be able to feast on their next meal after they had theirs? Is it fair for us to have a bed to sleep on while some have to sleep on the floor? No one is created perfect. We are created in the likeness of God, but we are still sinners. Everyone sins, pastors, parents, teenagers, adult, priest. Everyone. So what makes us greater than anyone else? Nothing? We are equal. Our blood is the scientific proof. The indians' blood aren't darker. Our blood is neither blue nor green nor yellow. We are not special, we the same human as they are? All human are created the same.  We have the highest authorities over the creatures on earth. We could think.  We could talk we could communicate and understand each other. We are all the ultimate wok of God. And yet, people could still be deceived, they could still choose the wrong path.&lt;br /&gt;           If I could point out one of God's greatest blessing to us, it'll be the ability to love. This is the ultimate gift God gave us. But not many understand what is love. Sometimes i ask, they just point out 1 corinthians 13. For those who are not familiar with it, this is how it goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 corinthians 13:4-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind&lt;br /&gt;It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.&lt;br /&gt;It is not rude, it is not self seeking,it is not easily angered, it keeps no records of wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;Love does not  delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always  preseveres.&lt;br /&gt;Love never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is more to it but i extracted some. This kind of love is the one that cannot be found through human but can be found in human. This love is given by Father God. And as a father i do believe, he wants us to love each other as He did. That is why I believe, he never did created a special one. He created us even. So that we would not fight against each other like Cain and Abel. So can elephants dance with the dragons? Why not? Start today. Tell the people around you how much you meant to them. Tell those who are different in races and status. We are born to love not to hate. We are in the same world, none of us are different. The only different we have, is out thoughts. The path we took and theirs are not much different. Anyone , anyone, who took different path will somehow meet everyone somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSwQ4uT74fI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aNmUL91LVyE/s1600-h/faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSwQ4uT74fI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aNmUL91LVyE/s320/faces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272607830434374130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497794152959642902-1448868837951277469?l=stringsandarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/1448868837951277469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497794152959642902&amp;postID=1448868837951277469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/1448868837951277469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/1448868837951277469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-elephants-dance-with-dragons.html' title='Can the Elephants Dance with The Dragons?'/><author><name>Cheah Yeem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696705740053663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSOEFZ6NTpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3j6jqJL8WxM/S220/IMGP7728.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSwRulnMXzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1ltetwaTxI0/s72-c/africa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497794152959642902.post-4012406207000645410</id><published>2008-11-23T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:33:38.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such Stuff as Dreams are Made On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dreams... what are dreams made of? So delicate yet so strong.  May it be a blessing to one or curse to others, a dream is one thing that could orientate men. One's dreams is one's motivation. Can it be achieve or can it not, relies in the character of the individual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Is dreams meant to be achieved? Or does it just give men hope. A baseless bar to cling on. if it so, how long can it be cling on to? What does men seeks in their dream? What seeks in them? Can a dream worth more than evrerything in their lives? Where does men dwell now? Their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;dream? Or themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt; How long until one realise, that everything will be nothing in the end. To realise, that money will not follow them to the afterlife. To realise that all is nothing but a dream. Questions always remains. Is men made of their dreams, or is dream made by men? When will people learn, that after when they wake up, dream is but just a wish, a wish, that is made by our conscience, our heart.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497794152959642902-4012406207000645410?l=stringsandarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/4012406207000645410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497794152959642902&amp;postID=4012406207000645410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/4012406207000645410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/4012406207000645410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/2008/11/such-stuff-as-dreams-are-made-on.html' title='Such Stuff as Dreams are Made On'/><author><name>Cheah Yeem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696705740053663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSOEFZ6NTpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3j6jqJL8WxM/S220/IMGP7728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497794152959642902.post-6057145891033383421</id><published>2008-11-23T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T06:01:29.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me!!!</title><content type='html'>It's my first post everybody!!... What would be a better way to start it off by introducing myself?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really good with self-introduction actually, i may as well answer some random question that way it would be so, so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favourite book?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... Shakespeare's, motivational type... more a less that of a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What would be your greatest achievement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being able to withstand certain things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What word best describe you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um... i dunno, indecisive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would be the person you want to be like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;My mom, Eleanor Roosevelt and the queen of England... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your passion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you ask God, if you would to meet him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll ask him to bring me back to where i should belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What's your favourite quote?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's alot actually, um... " The world is dangerous not because of those who do evil, but those who look on and do nothing" it's quoted from albert einstein i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you could revive someone from the dead who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one... for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ok that's all for now... hehe... read on to find out more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497794152959642902-6057145891033383421?l=stringsandarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/6057145891033383421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497794152959642902&amp;postID=6057145891033383421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/6057145891033383421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497794152959642902/posts/default/6057145891033383421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringsandarrows.blogspot.com/2008/11/about-me.html' title='About Me!!!'/><author><name>Cheah Yeem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696705740053663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AhqR6ZU5Yo/SSOEFZ6NTpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3j6jqJL8WxM/S220/IMGP7728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
