<?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-5972015132434021083</id><updated>2012-01-10T14:22:41.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the confession of a teenage drama king</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-6304240028009534176</id><published>2011-12-28T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T01:11:11.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XL2QEQ2_gS4/Tvn8DHiisjI/AAAAAAAAAR0/8P5ed-iOCg4/s1600/tumblr_ludew7F5Mf1r2blit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XL2QEQ2_gS4/Tvn8DHiisjI/AAAAAAAAAR0/8P5ed-iOCg4/s400/tumblr_ludew7F5Mf1r2blit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690856734653067826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word love came into my head when i was watching the television, where the final masterchef US aired for its final battle, here came the picture of the contestant where both of them LOVE to cook, their passion about something and ensure that what they are doing were 100% from their hearts, it has been the idea of love and compassion to push them to the line of doing something they wanna do, it doesn't mean when we talk about love then it must be a love towards your other half, your partner, your boyfriend, your girlfriend, it can be towards anyone or perhaps anything you LOVE to do that makes you happy. &lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who LOVE to go to the gym, he can't stop doing gym every single day, and he devoted himself 100% on his gym rather on his girlfriend, which is can be wrong,your gym won't be there for you when you are sad and it won't be there for you when you are happy, but for my friend which i just remain him as "J" is indeed a gymholic(that might be true). So, what is actually love and compassion towards the human being character when comes to companionship, where we as human being need one another, and god created that we do not run solo, it must be a duet! So, the world of love introduce the idea of two people being together, but I wanna ask you guys out there, do you believe that true love still exist? For some its just hard to imagine that after what they been through, break-ups, divorces, and many kind of relationship leakage occur in today's world.&lt;br /&gt;The world is no longer last the whole idea of love and compassion, we start having war between one country with one another. Here, where is actually love? Is there love between war in two countries? Is there a slight of love and affection between this two creature? Its very hard to explain how love just fall into places because this requires a lot of experience, where you need to realize that love is not just about being together and laughing and crying with one another, but being love with one another means there is a sense of care, a sense of knowing that you cant live without your lover, is this what we call love in today's situation? I think its best for you to answer that question? &lt;br /&gt;For some, the idea of break up in the past is hard to resist, and some its kinda hard to move on where they might have the delusion that the same thing will happen again. But, for the concern of everyone, you just never try, so how do you know if it really will happen again for the second time in your life? &lt;br /&gt;So, go out guys, find your love, its never too late for you to find your true love, you do have one more chance to live, which is right now! So don't waste any time, if you feel you need to start from zero then do it, if you feel that you are too good enough to be the "right" person, try to be more of yourself rather than that person that you perhaps don't want to be, be passion on love again. It's time to create your own love story rather than watching one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Red&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-6304240028009534176?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6304240028009534176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=6304240028009534176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/6304240028009534176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/6304240028009534176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XL2QEQ2_gS4/Tvn8DHiisjI/AAAAAAAAAR0/8P5ed-iOCg4/s72-c/tumblr_ludew7F5Mf1r2blit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-7758043472606646772</id><published>2011-12-25T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T02:30:27.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Price You Pay To Play...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rUDWf9urQU/TvdrOlE9uuI/AAAAAAAAARs/-Glf1utGs_I/s1600/dollar-bills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rUDWf9urQU/TvdrOlE9uuI/AAAAAAAAARs/-Glf1utGs_I/s400/dollar-bills.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690134552421186274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WlmWO-yyGps/TvdrOuQANNI/AAAAAAAAARc/AEDfKk-GUZg/s1600/prostitutes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WlmWO-yyGps/TvdrOuQANNI/AAAAAAAAARc/AEDfKk-GUZg/s400/prostitutes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690134554883405010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mummy!! I wanna go for another ride,can I??", said Jonny to his mother,and his mother replied,"Son,haven't you had enough of roller coaster? You should try another ride!", well this scene is hard to imagine but it does happen whenever you bring your kids to any kinds of ride at those carnival fun fair. Well, what do you expect, the mother who at last will give the son the green light of playing the ride for the second time, in this kind of playing games in a theme park, you must require to pay when you want to play, face the fact that nothing is free in today's modern world. Play here doesn't mean it must be a kid who want to play something fun and enjoyable in a theme park, but it perhaps can be an adult game as well. Yeah! Adult game is funner if you ask some, hey, if kids can play then adults can play too,right? That's the natural rule of law right? What comes around, goes around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought about this idea of Playing,it doesn't mean it must be for kids, but adult as well can enjoy their play, as in gambling?? Well the world of adult has become a huge area where more people want to put it more creative ways in making adult life enjoyable then ever! Here, we talk about the idea of pornography, or perhaps the originality of prostitution behind the back alley. Adults life no longer in a dull era, where the cyber world has motivate adult in goggling any kind of videos they wanna watch, from nice video to a very naughty video which involve touching, kissing, and perhaps a little bit of penetrating either to women or man or vice versa=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea here, people encourage you paying it to enjoy this unlimited excess to all this kind of immoral human behavior,where most religious person will go against the idea of paying for this kind of illegal conduct, because by paying to this illegal conduct it seems like it is a business rather than a bad conduct in a particular religion,face the whole fact that most religion doesn't allow this kind of behavior, well can you tell me one religion that permit such immoral conduct? No,right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is simple, adult wanna have fun as how kids can have fun with their play date, a father wanna have fun with his own play date(his wife, or perhaps a prostitute, for that matter) and the kids is also having a play date with her friends, well the kids is more clear to understand in terms when comes to 'play'date because they usually play dolls for girls or soldier for the boys. The different here is that the adult need to pay for their play. Is this something new? I don't think so! Imagine here, you are paying for a nice body massage but instead the person who massage you can ask you if you require any additional service on the time period. It all requires pay. If you pay is that consider illegal? Yes? Or No? For some country it is legal but to some it is not, so depends on what kinds of illegal conduct are you talking about based on the jurisdiction of the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I just try to relate how the adulthood change us just like how we used to have during our childhood time, where we use to have a little bit of fun playing car racing and DOTA(most probably in ASIA countries) and having our play dates during the weekend with our friends, but i don't think kids nowadays want to play games anymore, i just scared that they will move towards the adulthood playing fantasy too fast and too soon, i hope all of us, especially parents,if ever you read this article, please ensure your kids play with the right person, and make sure they always under your protection, kids doesn't know anything about the real world, adult is not a good hood at all, nothing to be proud of, and so we need to ensure our generation to come is indeed in a good condition to live in, its all start from us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP paying for something you don't wish to see your kids wanna play one day, because every each price you pay will just get back to you at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holiday guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s for those who wanna play, play safe ok!=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-7758043472606646772?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7758043472606646772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=7758043472606646772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/7758043472606646772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/7758043472606646772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/price-you-pay-to-play.html' title='The Price You Pay To Play...'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rUDWf9urQU/TvdrOlE9uuI/AAAAAAAAARs/-Glf1utGs_I/s72-c/dollar-bills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-499576618147887103</id><published>2011-12-24T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T01:56:22.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be home for Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zvx23z8Ps-g/TvYSBiXAi2I/AAAAAAAAARQ/9sWAMh85n8I/s1600/Christmas-Tree-Fireplace-1024-127315.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zvx23z8Ps-g/TvYSBiXAi2I/AAAAAAAAARQ/9sWAMh85n8I/s400/Christmas-Tree-Fireplace-1024-127315.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689754996841679714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking a cup of hot chocolate drink,while having some biscuits and typing this piece while looking at the window,where outside is snowing and while listening "I'll be home for Christmas", just make the whole scene more meaningful. But face the fact REDZA!! There is no such snowing outside there, its noisy with fire crackers and people yelling behind the nearest mamak stall, don't know what hell is any game is on during this festive season, but anyhow this piece for those who is celebrating it or not just enjoy the holiday season that actually part of cultural in Malaysia. &lt;br /&gt;So, the holiday is here! Christmas song been turning on and on around the shopping mall, every shop been well decorated with nice green,white,silver and red colour! This is the whole idea of this festive season where you can see beautiful decorations anywhere you go, people do caroling around shopping malls and church as well. At home, where family get together, present are open, have nice meal together with all your love ones. This is the amazing time to get together where everyone can get together and share the most memorable moment of the year. The moment you have together is simply priceless, imagining mum who cook since morning, in ensuring her kids favourites meal been serve on the table and ensuring the best desert is enduring each one of them. And ending up the night with sitting together near the living hall and opening presents that they receive. Here, little boy and girls will be the most exciting moment of the year, puzzles, toys, and perhaps clothes will be among the gift for the kids, sometimes adult also will giving out some gift(expensive gift) jewelery for the ladies and perhaps some nice golf stick to the man(maybe not all play golf nowadays). So, here is the season of the year where everyone get together and enjoy this moment togetherness of being with your love one. The price of being together is simply priceless and here is the time where we see what we had/have done for the past one year and try to ensure we can improve our self in the coming new year! 2012!!!  List all Your list?? Well, think properly and ensure that everything that you wanna do, not something that other people expect you to do!&lt;br /&gt;So guys enjoy the season of the holiday, there is no barrier of not to celebrating other people festive season, but wishing is indeed not a problem. Get some candy people!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s there is more meaningful reason to celebrating this season, so enjoy it people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-499576618147887103?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/499576618147887103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=499576618147887103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/499576618147887103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/499576618147887103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/ill-be-home-for-christmas.html' title='I&apos;ll be home for Christmas!'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zvx23z8Ps-g/TvYSBiXAi2I/AAAAAAAAARQ/9sWAMh85n8I/s72-c/Christmas-Tree-Fireplace-1024-127315.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-5336148853755397960</id><published>2011-12-22T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T03:05:19.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Want It ,Then Go Get It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5rJlIHXIAlI/TvN_S902DpI/AAAAAAAAARE/PtnAwSLRlXg/s1600/artworks-000010849093-41e9cv-crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5rJlIHXIAlI/TvN_S902DpI/AAAAAAAAARE/PtnAwSLRlXg/s400/artworks-000010849093-41e9cv-crop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689030718109650578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought that one day you will wake up and seeing yourself in front of the mirror and having all those thing that you wish you can get, wait a minute, who is this in front of the mirror? Is it me? With a nice physique, great hair, nice bone structure too, nice height, and everything seems to be in places, right? &lt;br /&gt;Didn't you wonder to have that kind of life in your live? Let me tell you something, everyone want the exact same thing! IF you are denying the fact then you are indeed living in a denial!&lt;br /&gt;Just see our self in front of the mirror just make us wanna throw a hard rock to make it smash into pieces that you never want to see it happen again. Life is so amazing where we, human being, god creation on this planet never realize the whole concept of doing it yourself thing, if you wish to have those body that those girls on those Victoria Secrets show, then work on it! If you don't like your hair then go change to another new hair that suit you best, if you have more money perhaps you can go to the extent of doing some cosmetic surgery to some of your problem parts, in making this idea successful is hard because one need a lot of courage to be in the Operation Room, this can be a daunting experience for some. The idea of getting things done is when you wish to have something that you want it for so long, its not easy to get something that is nice and can make you happy, its like a marriage, where no marriage on earth is a happy marriage without its ups and down. So face the fact that you are fat and ugly and perhaps old but it will not change the way you look yourself in the mirror. Like it or not the day will come when you turn around and say to your partner that my body is ugly but i don't mind because i meant to be this way, here to some extent we cant deny something that god has set us, but something we can do to make our life more meaningful is to get what we want from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Most of us is planning to do many things for this 2012,for some they perhaps wanna lose some weight, for some wanna excel in their studies, for some perhaps wanna improve on their working experiences. Stop planning for the new YEAR instead what everyone saying its better for us to start NOW!! Now or Never, better do it now! So go chase your dream and get your goal done! Be happy and life to the fullers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy you all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-5336148853755397960?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/5336148853755397960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=5336148853755397960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/5336148853755397960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/5336148853755397960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-want-it-then-go-get-it.html' title='You Want It ,Then Go Get It!'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5rJlIHXIAlI/TvN_S902DpI/AAAAAAAAARE/PtnAwSLRlXg/s72-c/artworks-000010849093-41e9cv-crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-1793177789080804732</id><published>2011-12-21T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T19:42:22.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable enough not to be part of something amazing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Do9NopRBMr4/TvHF2TeTh9I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CSFqUq0lTPw/s1600/Ebcosette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Do9NopRBMr4/TvHF2TeTh9I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CSFqUq0lTPw/s400/Ebcosette.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688545341076637650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performing Arts is been part of my dream, in full filling this is hard but to imagine myself doing it is easy, that's the main problem about human being, we intent to imagine and day dreaming but when comes to doing it then its hard. I always like to "wow" people on stage, if you never feel how it feels like, it feels like you just make other people more happier in their life and when seeing those face left the building while talking about how fantastic the show was, makes me relieve! But sometimes, we cant please everyone, for some will react this way,"that shows need more props" or "i don't think that guy is cute", well guys and fellow audience,its hard to fulfill what you and the whole audience wants in general. &lt;br /&gt;I came a long way in this performing arts, maybe not as long as some but i did enjoy doing what i'm doing right now. Singing.Acting.Dancing. Just part of my soul and mind is for stage performance.&lt;br /&gt;Any performer has their dream in doing something they wanna do as a performer, i always wanna try out to be one of the role in Les Miserable, a well wrote french story in the 1862 but now a well know musical around the world. This whole story line of Les Miserable have something to do with love,war,history,family and dignity to a country. Besides another reason why i wanna do this musical is because the song is simply amazing,the writers for the music has a brilliant idea in putting things in perspective and the whole story has a meaningful sights in a very interesting way. One day perhaps my less fortunate dream that i dreamed here right now will come true,who knows? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing off baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-1793177789080804732?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/1793177789080804732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=1793177789080804732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/1793177789080804732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/1793177789080804732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/miserable-enough-not-to-be-part-of.html' title='Miserable enough not to be part of something amazing!'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Do9NopRBMr4/TvHF2TeTh9I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CSFqUq0lTPw/s72-c/Ebcosette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-3013179787114936770</id><published>2011-12-20T22:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T23:07:25.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art Of Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dgatQBUvk8E/TvCe57I7EjI/AAAAAAAAAQs/SGycKiFNmg8/s1600/shopping-bags-101122-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dgatQBUvk8E/TvCe57I7EjI/AAAAAAAAAQs/SGycKiFNmg8/s400/shopping-bags-101122-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688221047333786162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does not fall into shopping, girls? Guys? Everybody in general? Everyone that i know love to shop, well things that we wear and things that we use in our daily life, those stuff. &lt;br /&gt;I was in the idea of writing this article down after saw some of my old stuff like those Abercrombie &amp; Fitch sweater that i seldom wear, then those stuff that you bought that you thought you going to wear for some kid birthday party, all this stuff is under the sense that people buying stuff and they only use this stuff only at one particular time. Well, the whole action of going for shopping is for buying our necessary item, right? So how can we from buying something that suppose to be "necessary" but turn into something more "than necessary". The plan here is to enter a particular shopping mall and complete your mission of buying what you want and that's all, nothing more than that, don't even look or even stare at those nice jeans from Calvin Klein Jeans, or even smell those nice aromatic candle from Lovely Lace, shopping makes people happy, so when you buy something with your own money then you will feel the full of satisfaction in yourself. But, does this last for long? Not long my dear readers. One should open their eyes to many possibility that shopping can make us in debt, most of us in this modern age have a credit card, my lecturer quoted " never, ever, have your own credit card once you graduate" ,as this will lead to a monetary crisis, as this will be the time when you will intent to buy many things that you can require. So spent wisely, have some money left for your food, you cant starve till death just because you want those pretty yet gorgeous shoes from Uncle Choo, or don't start eating cucumber just because you wanna have those new IPhone4s. Be reasonable on what you can spent and spent on something that you really need, god make us human being in a very peculiar way, some can control and some couldn't. So,girls just stay strong when you past those nice Coach store, and guys control your girls, but sometimes it doesn't matter, even guys will enter those shops as well*wink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping off girls &amp; guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-3013179787114936770?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3013179787114936770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=3013179787114936770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/3013179787114936770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/3013179787114936770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/art-of-shopping.html' title='The Art Of Shopping'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dgatQBUvk8E/TvCe57I7EjI/AAAAAAAAAQs/SGycKiFNmg8/s72-c/shopping-bags-101122-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-4136114987048985714</id><published>2011-12-19T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T00:57:22.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking for your life? Or Save for your life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FAgqhV5VLCQ/Tu9sweMDKZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/AVa7i7Ia-YI/s1600/Smoking1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FAgqhV5VLCQ/Tu9sweMDKZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/AVa7i7Ia-YI/s400/Smoking1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687884434385349010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of smoking is beyond our imagination, how can someone thought of having a smoke through the idea of absorbing something inside your body, well it goes deep to our thought how it can damage our health and once you watch all those commercial stating that its dangerous to smoke and some it can catch certain type of disease,but is this whole idea of spreading the moral of smoking suppose to be notice by everyone? well take example today, i pass through this one shop, i seen this one guy smoking in front of his son, and later he throw the cigarette butt beside the road, and the son was seeing his dad doing all this thing in front of his own eye. The whole cycle will happen either in another 10 years or maybe worst still, just a couple of years? &lt;br /&gt;The son will turn into his dad, taking his dad footstep in becoming the next smoker in the coming future, see, this is why we human being continue to have the whole heritage thing from inheritance it from generation to generation,well, if we inheritance something which can consider good for example good looks* good music skills* then that will be something to be proud of, perhaps you can just posted in the tweeter for the whole world to know. But please. Smoking is nothing to be proud of. There is no big deal if you smoke since you were in high school because we know you just wanna act cool in front of those girls. But slap yourself very hard,no girls will like to see their man to smoke. So people smoking is a dangerous thing to do, act positive when you need, and act wisely when you need to. It must come to the whole scenario when you are old and waiting yourself to say "this is my time to die" only you would realize that "i should stop smoking when i was a young man".. but now "its too late..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoke off people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-4136114987048985714?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4136114987048985714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=4136114987048985714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/4136114987048985714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/4136114987048985714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/smoking-for-your-life-or-save-for-your.html' title='Smoking for your life? Or Save for your life?'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FAgqhV5VLCQ/Tu9sweMDKZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/AVa7i7Ia-YI/s72-c/Smoking1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-3031557216946506246</id><published>2011-07-24T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T22:29:06.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOODY dream....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tDyXY1SqneQ/Tiwn7CprPqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ttXUecsNocU/s1600/blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632921129211084450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tDyXY1SqneQ/Tiwn7CprPqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ttXUecsNocU/s400/blood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's like you get back your life and reumenarated from your wildess dream ever by checking if ever your dream becomes true. MY dream was all over the place written in red crimson Blood,scary yet merely coincidence in reality where all I dreamt was a cover of a newspaper full with Blood and it's a bad sign of someone will die or someone will get killed. James Patterson mentioned the idea of crime will never ever stopped even the last human being stand on this planet will think of blood as a major idea of dying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get into a place with a full loaded gun and just randomly choose anyone to take their life,that's what was happening in Oslo,Norway, where 92 peole were killed and 94 were injured. How was this happening? A guy get around and just shoot everyone and he doesn't have the intention or either motive doing so, it's like a solving a puzzle when you talk about criminal minds, they are just illusive in nature and full with bloods when it comes to crime situation. No one likes to see blood, a parents while in the car driving back to their respective kampung will be closing their little ones sides from seeing those accidents occurence or worst still bloods on the road side or not to mention some pieces of body parts that scattered here and there. It's relevant when someone just faint whenever they seen such thing but how about those who working as a CSI team or perhaps working in the mourn room where looking at those innocent human that won't want to know that their body been slashed from head to toe. There are some people who can do that and some people who can actually stand all the horror situation when comes to human bodies without a soul and seeing blood is just a beginning for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-3031557216946506246?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3031557216946506246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=3031557216946506246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/3031557216946506246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/3031557216946506246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2011/07/bloody-dream.html' title='BLOODY dream....'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tDyXY1SqneQ/Tiwn7CprPqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ttXUecsNocU/s72-c/blood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-6907392958933806027</id><published>2011-07-17T02:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T03:22:55.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT ALL ENDS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fyQnBLQGT10/TiHfyA9ERmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XMEnORf-c2Y/s1600/Harry-Potter-The-deathly-Hallow-Part-2-Red-Carpet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630027059532416610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fyQnBLQGT10/TiHfyA9ERmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XMEnORf-c2Y/s400/Harry-Potter-The-deathly-Hallow-Part-2-Red-Carpet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "The Boy Who Lived" is one of the most crazy lines that been said by all those BIG FANS of Harry Potter since the first edition of this book that came out in the year of 1999. Since then it has become one of the best film yet and the best book series by kids and not to forgotten adults too. Well I'm not a movie critics but I'm ONE of those dying fans of harry potter since the philosopher's stone till the end of its saga which came out in cinema as the deathly hallows. This movie is just the ending of what we should liked it to be,where here must survived and they lived happily ever after,well its not easy to get that far. In this book or perhaps in this movie I should say, its the end of what we're waiting for, its the battle between the good and evil. There will be only one man standing at the end of this battle(and it must be the cute and strong hero,ofcourse) the whole idea of Harry Potter of finding the secret of his past is finally came to reveal where he will know everything he supposed to know but some supposed to be kept as secret but if he wished to knock "He Who Must Not Be Named" or "You-Know-Who"....lol then he must know it very well about all of the main idea of this things might work by knowing he need to vanished all the hocruxes and getting the elderly wand from "You-Know-Who" and kill him once and for all then everything will come to an end. I should say I cannot compared this movie acted by Daniel Radcliffe as the Boy Who Lived and side-by-side with his great companion Emma Watson as the brilliant Miss Hermione Granger which finally fall in love with their another counter part Rupert Grint as the charming Ron Weasley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those out there, I will asked you not to miss this movie because this is THE best movie ever to watch of this year...and liked I said IT ALL ENDS!!!!!!! SO AVADA KEDAVRA!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-usQPPEHLJrY/TiHkWHe-24I/AAAAAAAAAQE/M5VPOCpMH-U/s1600/harry-potter-deathly-hallows-part-2-potter-banner-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630032077807082370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 471px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-usQPPEHLJrY/TiHkWHe-24I/AAAAAAAAAQE/M5VPOCpMH-U/s400/harry-potter-deathly-hallows-part-2-potter-banner-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5972015132434021083-6907392958933806027?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6907392958933806027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=6907392958933806027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/6907392958933806027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/6907392958933806027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-all-ends.html' title='IT ALL ENDS!'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fyQnBLQGT10/TiHfyA9ERmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XMEnORf-c2Y/s72-c/Harry-Potter-The-deathly-Hallow-Part-2-Red-Carpet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-7964127326379317976</id><published>2011-07-16T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T02:26:56.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>July</title><content type='html'>JULY!! Finally its already middle of the month, I dont really remember the last time when I'm feeling so happy to be in this situation, but looking at it where this is a huge month for myself which I will turning 22!! My dad's surgery when well....my studies when well....my life to put in one word can be almost "Perfect", well no one is perfect for that matter. But in my situation I must admit that I'm being very different well compared to before where I'm certainly changing to become a better person. Yeah!! I hope this is my new birthday resolution, "to be better". MY Best Friend, Preeya is coming back home soon....CANT WAIT to meet with her,so many stories to share and to make things nice she's going to celebrate MY birthday together....LIKE OLD DAYS! Its been awhile I didn't called her or text her, she's having her time of her life in Indonesia there, just glad for her that she can enjoyed her time there, as for me with my normal life well not to say normal maybe I should put it as challenging and yet FUN! My adrenaline to do the things that I like such as teaching my students is just keep rolling. Yeah! Did I told you guys,readers that I'm actually teaching at a tuition centre for UPSR,PMR and SPM level. Its fun! But yet tiring but I enjoy doing it though...Well its a HUGE month and I just can't wait for MY big day!! It will be great!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-7964127326379317976?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7964127326379317976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=7964127326379317976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/7964127326379317976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/7964127326379317976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2011/07/july.html' title='July'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-822118839034165837</id><published>2011-07-12T23:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T23:39:14.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life and death is just beyond our duty, some will deny this even if they do not want to get old and live the life that they do not wish to live. It is sad but rather cruel when life is always unpredictable, life is just between us and god. Yeah! Who were those who believe that life is just to work and eat and get things done the way it supposed to be, then it is absolutely wrong. Life is more than that. Life is meaningful for some, and perhaps does not mean anything on the contrary. It depends on how we look at it from our point of view. It is rather vague to say that life is so dry when we actually do not live in anything rather than lies and denial. Look around you, and see those who work very hard just to get their end of month wages. Look at those who want to survive by working around the clock just to get the essential food for their kids at home. Some never realised this and maybe some just do not want to think about this at all. What is the main purpose of us living on this planet? Is it for life and death? Or rather try everything that does not give any boundary for us to do (not committing a crime of course), maybe travel to the wonderful Italy and give a try for the best pizza in Naples or perhaps try sky diving to challenge your courage to do something crazy and wild.&lt;br /&gt;Some people believe that life is just to get marry and not to mention about having kids, this to ensure that our genes for each person or family can be inheritance, this is the problem here. Imagine if a guy or may be a girl who actually do not want to get marry and enjoy their single life but little did they know that they need to get marry one day. This cause by the conservative parents who believed that their kids must continue up giving their gens to the following future. But imagine this, people with a high qualification and those who have a professional background are highly the one who will ending up single forever. Some argued that they are too choosy and some argued that they cannot find the suitable partner. Life is so funny and weird. People just want to be happy and they thought that they can always stay happy forever after. Well, face the fact, we all going to get old one day and we all will eventually die one day. There is no question about if we can be happy or not, it is just depends on us how we draw our life line. It is rather daunting to face the fact of life. Some maybe were born in a rich family and some will be born in a home-racking-family where both parents might abusing their kids and just be selfish about the whole temptation of life.&lt;br /&gt;I met one of my close friends the other day, and at my surprised she’s going to get marry. Out of sudden, right? She told me she cannot live single forever and she needs a husband. I was speechless, she is so young and she has so many things to learn and to explore about the world and she is going to give it all and just settle at home as a full time housewife at the age of 22!! Gosh. This is amazing. And so crazy. Imagine what my friend keep telling me that she wants a husband at that age, how about those who like 45 years old and still looking for the right one? And by the way, my friend been set up with this one guy that she herself did not know about but she did not hesitate on accepting the offer of marriage by that guy. Life is so unpredictable again. Life is meaningful but rather weird when you just want to give it all just to have a family. Look people, those out there who have huge dreams, maybe becoming a surgeon like those in Grey’s Anatomy or maybe become a Broadway star and just unleash your talent and your amazing ideas to the whole world to see can be a good start for a wonderful life. Does not matter if you are at the right side where others think you are not, but look at it as you are living the life you ever wanted. And if this you choose to live then maybe this is how you should continue doing it. I wish this article can inspire hundreds of people out there to go after their dreams and live the life they ever want it to be. Just be yourself in every aspect and finish whatever you had start and never ever say NO to yourself even though others might think it’s weird on what you are doing. As long what you’re doing is right and you’re happy with it, then no question about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-822118839034165837?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/822118839034165837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=822118839034165837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/822118839034165837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/822118839034165837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2011/07/life_12.html' title='Life'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-1210858426582705609</id><published>2011-01-07T18:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T18:39:47.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New hairdo for 2011...</title><content type='html'>2011!!!! New Year!! New Shirt!! New Pants!! and Must have NEW HAIR!! lol. not really new, I just like it simple and tidy, took this picture this afternoon...enjoy the face expression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TSbsud_ulII/AAAAAAAAAPs/GWiOp4GP2aU/s1600/DSC00160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559391073105515650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TSbsud_ulII/AAAAAAAAAPs/GWiOp4GP2aU/s400/DSC00160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TSbsuNjeuYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-p-jxObtGgw/s1600/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559391068692068738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TSbsuNjeuYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-p-jxObtGgw/s400/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559391056964197314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 412px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TSbsth3Vm8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/FTw0D6ekKpI/s400/DSC00152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sign off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5972015132434021083-1210858426582705609?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/1210858426582705609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=1210858426582705609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/1210858426582705609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/1210858426582705609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-hairdo-for-2011.html' title='New hairdo for 2011...'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TSbsud_ulII/AAAAAAAAAPs/GWiOp4GP2aU/s72-c/DSC00160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-4208263327535499956</id><published>2010-12-31T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:35:42.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been A While..</title><content type='html'>i know...i know...i know....&lt;br /&gt;its been a while...since the last time i updated my blog,its been a crazy year in 2009 and 2010...holidays..college...exams...failures...relationship...working experiences...and just too much to say..but just make it short, im waiting for my result and hoping that it will turned well, now im working,and im currently staying in KL for the time being,im really tired of being the old redza,which always pessimistic,thinking all the awkward stuff i been doing, and sometimes my failure in everything has just affect my emotions, im still the old redza sometimes when i look at back on what i had done.but im different in the sense of controlling my feelings.im no longer following my feelings and without thinking on what should i do...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes im being curious about life...how life can be so meaningful...my parents are old and im turning old...and time flies so fast..people come and go...i gain new friends and i loss friends...life is liked a battle field...well look at it..its a battle field...and its strong and vivid and vivacious one...the wind blow so strong till i can stand still i will just follow the flow...but i must be versatile...and think about others...and im afraid others wont accept me on how i am...and im scared if they looked down on my weakness and flawless...im just a normal guy who wish to have a better future and wants everything to be perfect....but nothing is perfect after all...&lt;br /&gt;therefore...redza is back...and i know..and i know...its been a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-4208263327535499956?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4208263327535499956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=4208263327535499956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/4208263327535499956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/4208263327535499956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-while.html' title='Its Been A While..'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-4034993991617537294</id><published>2009-04-21T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:07:23.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>WOW!!&lt;br /&gt;Almost 2 months I didnt update my blog, was so busying with my life...&lt;br /&gt;What am i up to now?? Im working now at hospital fatimah, well alot of my friends thought it will be something to do with medical thingy, but its not, I'm in the IT dept. just helping along about the connection of PC in the hospital. Quite a different job though, but its a good experienced for me to have an job experienced for my future..&lt;br /&gt;All my colleagues here are very nice to me, and I get long with them quite well though..&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just a part-time guy not full time, so have to get ready to go out anytime if they find a new person for replacing me..&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from InteYo Leadership Traning Camp which been held in Adeline's Rest House,Gopeng, Four words....Amazing, and Simply Irresistable.&lt;br /&gt;This LC0409 was more happening than LC0308, but still the sweet memories just sweap away, all the activities and all the sweet things that happened just so hard to forget, for me I had assisted a group which was called Ultimate-5...I was partned with Yuen Si, new comer for our Facis Team, they are so many things that had happened during the camp and I cant start from where..because their's are so many things to say and just so little time to say...&lt;br /&gt;If you guys wanna know more what happened view my InteYo blog, I will write the complete thing there....&lt;br /&gt;Oh,yea Im thinking of continue studying soon but not sure when ...&lt;br /&gt;I felt abit upset because alot of my friends are going to continue study, Preeya told me she will be having exams next month and IF she past that exam then she can go to Indonesia to do her dream course which is "vert"...she is an animal lover,so I'm quite upset now but what can I do more with it?? Right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-4034993991617537294?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4034993991617537294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=4034993991617537294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/4034993991617537294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/4034993991617537294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-7849256801718225089</id><published>2009-02-18T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:16:48.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>what a week..and what a month...what a busy month for me....&lt;br /&gt;will update my latest story to you guys soon...&lt;br /&gt;chao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-7849256801718225089?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7849256801718225089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=7849256801718225089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/7849256801718225089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/7849256801718225089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-6312422033363350643</id><published>2009-02-05T14:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:13:06.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs Of  PLKN</title><content type='html'>Its been 2 years I left national services', I joined the 4th series and the 2nd batch in 2007, so many great memories and sweet experienced that I went through, well some of the great experienced that really changed my life which was I gradually lost 30kg after the programme, if I didn't joined the programmed I won't changed this much, I felt great since then, I still keep in touch with most of my friends in national services and I even miss most of the great moment there..hope to go back and experienced it all over again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299204089332296754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SYqOCvjy7DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ENq00tIyC6c/s320/180573156l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My dorm 4 friends, really miss all of them..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299205352352872722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SYqPMQrXeRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/czsVLxFgxPc/s320/882839431l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Firdaus and Ang, my two best friends, one in kota bahru and another one in taiping, really miss them so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299206296694222242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SYqQDOn47aI/AAAAAAAAAFc/O632YqJkd1k/s320/306146742l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was somehow behind the line, we performed a Kawad Show for the "Parents' Day", we had so much fun that time..wish I could do it again..=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;sign off..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-6312422033363350643?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SYqOCvjy7DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ENq00tIyC6c/s72-c/180573156l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-4063671906813563555</id><published>2009-02-05T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:49:00.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Drama</title><content type='html'>The most anticipated and dramatic political case ever in Perak recently burst into wars this whole week, with the arriving of our new election assemblyman last year which given the majority party to PKR or more famous known as the Party Pakatan Rakyat had won last year's 11th elections, but now the story has turn it upside down where the reporters heard some rumours from the left hand side party where this three assemblyman's who quit from PKR had been "pinched" by the other party, what a story and what a day in Ipoh where most of the citizens kinda blur of hearing all these nonsenses that started to spread since August last year, well it's actually kinda funny when we're looking at these kind of situation, I read our former PM's blog, Dr.Mahatir stated that "why Umno so desperate on doing this kind of thing"..no one can aswered that question because we're living in the world of pretending, everyone's pretending to be good and when the reporters' asked any question to the great leader, they will turn the story over and start to blaming others', for me as the citizien of Perak, I felt very upset and ashame to our situation here, this not supposed to happened..&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, no one can be blame in this situation, its pointless of talking this thing over and over again because they will be no end point of this disscussion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-4063671906813563555?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4063671906813563555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=4063671906813563555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/4063671906813563555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/4063671906813563555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2009/02/political-drama.html' title='Political Drama'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-891739341918493773</id><published>2009-02-04T23:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:55:12.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>We went out to celebrated Preeya's birthday at last, we thought of having it in Pizza Hut, but I told Preeya that the services were quite awful and the places were quite crowded that time, so we went to the Hong Kong cuisine near red-box, just us four, me, preeya, sai mun, and nigel, we had so much fun though, were talking about everything, MADSoc... our lives.... Preeya's plan is to become a teacher... well we talked quite a lot though, I gave her my present, it was just so simple a hand bag with a red strips which is called Bally(one kind of brand) and a stawberry body lotion by the Body Shop, she liked so much, I was very glad that she like's it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We continued to chat and chat, Preeya told me that she's not sure if she can make it for the training this weekend, sigh, she told me that she really wanna be a facis but not sure if she's free that day because of certain reason..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Preeya told me about her plan to choose teacher, I was very surprise that she told me about that, but she said she still in consideration about it, I still have another gift for Preeya, which is a card I wrote special for her, but I havent finish write it, thought of giving her during the weekend, but now I'm still not confirm if she's coming or not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After talking with Preeya quite long, Nigel and Sai Mun left to go somewhere, and Preeya seems like curious to know where their were going, I told her that I had no idea on what they were up to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I guess she knew about it, after awhile they came back with a cake..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Preeya were so happy, and told me that she's so happy to gather with me and the rest of them and also to received my present, she really loved the handbag and the lotion I gave to her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I told her that I'm so sorry that I couldnt managed to gather everyone because most of our old schoolmates were busy and working that day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, I'm quite dissapointed but she told me that she really had so much fun...Well, I felt happy to have this great best friend ever, so grateful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298968463988585794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SYm3viwJdUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CGYcN0bMlY4/s320/DSC00036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nigel, eat the cake!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298969318438779970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SYm4hR08vEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/TXDr-Lc-NtA/s320/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sai Mun also got a little bit of taste of the nice cake...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298970091388570818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SYm5ORSijMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/qjVKkq2Kmk0/s320/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a nice rasberry cake with a chocolate in it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;sign off...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-891739341918493773?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/891739341918493773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=891739341918493773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/891739341918493773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/891739341918493773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SYm3viwJdUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CGYcN0bMlY4/s72-c/DSC00036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-7512215642816561263</id><published>2009-02-02T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:06:45.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Week</title><content type='html'>Preeya sms me this morning and informed that she might be available tonight or maybe tomorrow night, so I called her just now and asked her about tomorrow afternoon, because without certain reason that tomorrow is actually a public holiday for Perak citizen, shit I almost forgot that Mabel ajak me go together with them to Taiping for the facis meeting in Taiping, so I might cancel the trip to Taiping though, so I have to do some phone calls to some of our friends in ACS under MADSoc, havent sure about the places though but will try to gather everyone for lunch tomorrow afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ankle slighty recover after I woke up from my bed this morning, so I might be going to the meeting this evening, I asked my Brandon to send me back home though because normally I dont have transport to go back home though...&lt;br /&gt;Still not sure what they will discuss during the meeting, have to go there then will know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week for me is the busiest week ever, this wednesday I wanna go to school and help out with the drama thingy and on thursday might be going to the centre to help out with the materials, and have to pack my stuff for this weekend foundation training though, and another one thing, I planned to join Brats this year, Brats is one of the most amazing workshop organised under The Star newspaper for youth age between 16-20, so luckily that I'm still 19 so wont miss the chance this year, last year I was supposed to join it, but because of my exams and school activities I could not make it though but this year I'm a bit free so will try to join it, but before that I have to write an english essay and hand up before 15th of february and then I will know if I can join the workshop for next month session or not, the venue will be held in Melacca ...exciting, right? Because I never been to Melacca, so planned to join Brats and hope can gain more experience in journalism though....it will be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-7512215642816561263?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7512215642816561263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=7512215642816561263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/7512215642816561263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/7512215642816561263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-week.html' title='Busy Week'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-1987553253499361484</id><published>2009-02-01T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:23:07.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>My planned to gather everyone for Preeya's birthday party destroyed because she's not sure if she can make it because of certain reasons...haix..I called her this afternoon and asked her is she's free tomorrow night, because I will might be going for the Inteyo committe meeting tomorrow evening, so thought of having a small little party for Preeya at jusco where it's quite near to her house, its been 3 years we are friends, I hope this year I can planned something special for her, last year I organise a party for her at school, not really a party just like cutting cake, kfc and pizza hut at school, how cool was that? But this year, I'm clueless, really out of point of how to planned a party for her, a simple and gather most of her close friends, I message one of Preeya's long long best friend, Yi Wei, asked her what she's planning for Preeya, she's also not sure...Her birthday is tomorrow and I cant decided where to bring her or how many people should I invited because the birthday gal aint confirm coming or not...haix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297849467330009650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SYW-BXWymjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MJAxhhRiHoo/s320/DSC00044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to hiking today, it was fun but I was extremly tired after finished the hiking, it was enjoyed to meet all the team once again, even though not all turn up but quite a nice journey though, Eric was talking non-stop about everything, teasing my name...RED-za to BLUE-za..and so on...&lt;br /&gt;It was great to bond with the ex-campers, quite a number this year that will turn up for the foundation training camp this weekend, oh yea, I had been informed by Su Ern that I'm once again one of the committe members', so I have to attend for the meeting tomorrow evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back home around 1 something...restless and damn tired, I asked my brother,Brandon to called me, we had a very very long talked about some issue, kinda bothering me...but I feel better after finished talk with him, he advised me a lot though, about the issue that I'm worried about, but now everythings' OKIE already, well I hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up from my nap at 3.40pm, got a called from my old old friend in St.Micheal ajaked me go out for badminton, I told him that I sakit whole badan, he insist me to go also, then I cannot say a word more, he fetched me at home and we went to play badminton around his house which is near First Garden, my legs quite painful already but then I still continue play...&lt;br /&gt;Until the 2nd set, I can felt that my legs were very heavy...bad sign..&lt;br /&gt;OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I sprained my right ankle...sweet..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much can I say....&lt;br /&gt;You guys sure can imagine how my style of walking right now..&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-1987553253499361484?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/1987553253499361484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=1987553253499361484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/1987553253499361484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/1987553253499361484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2009/02/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SYW-BXWymjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MJAxhhRiHoo/s72-c/DSC00044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-9199126434686282700</id><published>2009-01-30T12:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:58:53.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on TV today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SYKI7qRjfII/AAAAAAAAAEM/BqqN-MTXVsM/s1600-h/3195722379_c698985d62_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296946670282701954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SYKI7qRjfII/AAAAAAAAAEM/BqqN-MTXVsM/s320/3195722379_c698985d62_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well,well, season 8 of American idol has returned on screen, this time there's a new judge in town,Kara, it's going to be more dramatic and interesting, and there's more kissing part this time, just on wednesday episode where paula and kara were kissing each other, what a drama,nothing more important then doing publicity, well as for some of them they are more talent starts this year,fresh born stars and incredible personalities, thats what they(this four judges) looking for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;continue with the updates with the next episode of this hit series....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;starworld,channel 711,wednesday and thursday,8.30pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont miss it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about chinese drama, lately this is one new&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SYMUZARXw0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/1yUijcxE3K8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297100006519980866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SYMUZARXw0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/1yUijcxE3K8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taiwanese drama series called Miss No Good, the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; rating in Taiwan itself was one of the best drama in their country,Xiao Hua (Rainie Yang), a bubbly Taiwanese girl has the style of something no one can name. Xiao Hua has no intentions of changing the way she looks and dresses until her elementary school classmate, Jia Si Le (Dean Fujioka) comes back from Japan. Jia Si Le is deeply in love with Xiao Hua, despite coming back to Taiwan for an arranged marriage with Jiang Mi (Chen Yan Yi). Jia Si Le does whatever he can to get Xiao Hua to be his girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, Xiao Hua meets Tang Men (Wilber Pan), the famous, poison-tongued fashion verdict who happens to be Jia Si Le's best friend, when her motorcycle breaks down. The two share a taxi, only to argue over each other's sense of style, and Tang Men angrily storms out, unwittingly leaving an expensive pair of scissors behind. Later, Jia Si Le holds an elementary school reunion party and invites both Tang Men and Xiao Hua. Tang Men meets Jiang Mi, who tells him that she and Si Le gave each other one year to find their true loves before submitting to his parents' will for them to be married. Also, after being pushed into a swimming pool and being told by her former classmates that she has no sense of style, Xiao Hua decides she will change her image so as not to embarass Si Le.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, when Tang Men's assistant comes to Xiao Hua's shop to look for the lost pair of scissors, Xiao Hua decides to use them to blackmail Tang Men and get him to teach her how to be an upper-class woman. As Tang Men and Xiao Hua spend more time together, they slowly begin to realize their feelings for one another, though they initially deny them. Meanwhile, Jiang Mi, who is currently dating Tang Men, asks him to get close to Xiao Hua so that she can get Si Le back. Tang Men, who finds Xiao Hua annoying and loud, suddenly sees Xiao Hua's inner beauty and falls in love with Xiao Hua without even realizing it. What will Jia Si Le do to get Xiao Hua back? Will the two best friends split apart because of Xiao Hua? What will Jiang Mi do to Xiao Hua? How will Jiang Mi get Tang Men back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catch it from monday-friday at 8tv,8.30pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sign off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5972015132434021083-9199126434686282700?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/9199126434686282700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=9199126434686282700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/9199126434686282700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/9199126434686282700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-on-tv-today.html' title='What&apos;s on TV today'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SYKI7qRjfII/AAAAAAAAAEM/BqqN-MTXVsM/s72-c/3195722379_c698985d62_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-5249242361921610599</id><published>2009-01-29T13:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:01:40.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Making The Right Decisions..</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the outing night with the rest of the inteyo gang, but I still havent make up my mind yet, why so hard for me to make a decisions??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No $$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.No transport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Parents not feeling well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.My house abit far from jusco..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,that's it, I'm not going, some of my friends told me that even though I'm already 19 years old but I more like an 15 years old boy, stuck at home with internet,books and tv, is it wrong??&lt;br /&gt;Chee Yuen called me the other day and asked me to come for the gathering tonight, feel a bit guilty if I didnt turn up, haix, will try my best to make it though, thought of asking my brother,Brandon to send me back home, but dont want to trouble him so much though, see first how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from school, like I said, I will woke up late again, so I reached school around 9.25am and I straight away entered our school auditorium, well not much turn up, mostly I were chatting with Preeya and Nigel, I'm very excited that she will come for the foundation training next weekend, of course it will be damn fun, were talking with Marriane, my senior from ACS, we worked together in our last school play in 2006, I asked her about her work, I'm kinda free lately, so thought of asking her about a job, not that long until we chat, around 1am I have to came back home because my dad have some stuff to do, so he fetched me and here I am now...&lt;br /&gt;Well, about tonight, I will think again if wanna go or not, will have to call my brother to ask if his going or not, and asked either he can fetch me back home or not..have to make the right decisions though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-5249242361921610599?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/5249242361921610599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=5249242361921610599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/5249242361921610599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/5249242361921610599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-about-making-right-decisions.html' title='All About Making The Right Decisions..'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-4485255535987945579</id><published>2009-01-28T21:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:42:13.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Blast</title><content type='html'>I was very surprise when I woke up this morning(usually 11something) there was a letter for me on the table, my mum told me about the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wondering who had send me a pink envelope letter, I opened it and saw it was a Chinese New Year Card, I was so happy and so surprise, it was my baby from inteyo, Samantha Chew, she was one of the campers' in my group which I guide, Banana-mana, weird name right, but that's why they called it Banana-mana, she's so nice, eventhough I'm not a chinese well I do celebrate everything if it's related to holidays..haha, but very surprise to received a gong xi fa cai card from her...so others facis please dont be jealous..hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296334476734768674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SYBcJTluJiI/AAAAAAAAADc/EK13B-9_898/s320/DSC00041.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296335198129301682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SYBczS_lKLI/AAAAAAAAADk/GaWCDXhrDIw/s320/DSC00039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about inteyo, chee yuen called me this evening and invited me to join them for karaoke tomorrow night at jusco, still havent make my mind yet, plus my house kinda far from jusco, and I have to inform her by tonight..&lt;br /&gt;well she told me that most of the facilitators' from LC1208 will be there and some of the new members' even my bro also will be there, so have to think want to go or not, it's been so long I didnt meet them all...&lt;br /&gt;will make my decision...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yea my singapore trip has been canceled this week, I dont know how many times my trip to singapore has been canceled, because my cousin whose staying in singapore working with Singapore Airlines, so only can go to his house when his around, but turn up that he have to stand-by for this weekend..&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow heading back to school for the drama pratices, helping them up with the next play which will be "the phantom of the opera", cool right? But, its' required a lot of singing though more than acting, so I will be heading to school with Preeya tomorrow morning, I promised Preeya that I will meet her up at school at around 8 o'clock, but not sure IF I can wake up that early,lately I always slept very late, watched Friends' at starworld, watched those cooking show by jamie oliver at 2am at Travel &amp;amp; Living, so kinda wake up very late every morning..going to be hard for me to wake up early tomorrow morning though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-4485255535987945579?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4485255535987945579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=4485255535987945579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/4485255535987945579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/4485255535987945579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year Blast'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SYBcJTluJiI/AAAAAAAAADc/EK13B-9_898/s72-c/DSC00041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-1660769505429472847</id><published>2009-01-27T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:59:25.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>Good Day Mate!&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the delayed of my latest story..&lt;br /&gt;was away for quite sometime, when to KL for the gathering, attended a workshop, met my old friends and the long holiday for the Chinese New Year, so much story to tell but don't know where to start from.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my friend asked me why my last posted was titled about "running away"..&lt;br /&gt;whose actually I'm running from? And why did I do that? Dont worry guys, the problem already solved between me and someone..should I said "someone" ..haha..&lt;br /&gt;Thats not important anymore..whats important is that I'm Back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last monday, when I was in KL, Mabel from Inteyo send me an sms and informed me about the Faciliatators' Foundation Training Camp, not a camp actually, mostly like a workshop because it going to held it indour so no physical activity at all..&lt;br /&gt;mostly based on what we as a facilitator should have when attend for a camp...&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be held on the 7th,8th and 9th of February..&lt;br /&gt;and you know what it's going to be so much fun according to her...haha..&lt;br /&gt;mabel was laughing when I called her, well it will be fun and I heard a lot of people will turn up for the 3 day and 2 night camp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of My Best Friend Forever (BFF), Preeya's birthday will be on the 2nd of feb,last year I organised a surprise party for her after our Drama Practise,oh yea,Preeya was the President and I was the Vice President of the Music &amp;amp; Drama Society (MADSoc), so there was how we knew each other, but actually our first time spoke to each other was during the Badminton practise in 2007, so it was quite a journey for both of us, she's like one of the best friend ever in the entire world, and our relationship keep getting stronger and stronger..&lt;br /&gt;back to the story here, I really dont know what to planned for her birthday party this year, but she had told me that she's coming for the Foundation Training during the weekends, so I thought of having a small party for her, nothing much, just a cake, and Inteyo celebration of birthday is quite unique though..&lt;br /&gt;She had said once that she really want a new handbag, not really a handbag, just a bag for her to put her stuff, not pink, I know she Hate PINK! haha..&lt;br /&gt;erm, I bought a bag from my sister's friend, a branded handbag,but with a cheap prices, but still not sure IF she like it.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I have to find something else for her..&lt;br /&gt;Still got time to think ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month I didnt meet my  brother, Brandon, the last time we went out was on the 27th of december last year..&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is busy with their life though including both of us, when I'm in ipoh and tried to asked him out for lunch but he's always busy with his work but whenever his free and he went for hiking with the inteyo gang last week I was not around in Ipoh..haix&lt;br /&gt;It seems like faith,haha...&lt;br /&gt;Like what had happened during the LC1208 camp last december, where during the hugs session, there was one round which Mabel asked us to gave the person opposite us a "1"..&lt;br /&gt;How God knows' about this where it happened when I was opposite my own brother,Brandon,&lt;br /&gt;it seems like everything faith, a very weird faith, I felt really upset and despair that time even Brandon also was upset with that, I was crying like hell..&lt;br /&gt;And when came to the second round,almost 4 or 5 person to reach him, Mabel asked us to stop because it was going to rain..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;How magic it was, but I dont mind actually because I know he always be there for me when I need him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-1660769505429472847?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-9123780634298727652</id><published>2009-01-16T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T02:25:51.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Away</title><content type='html'>dear to all my reader's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will take a short time off..&lt;br /&gt;will updated my blog soon as I return back to my normal mood..&lt;br /&gt;sorry..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-9123780634298727652?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/9123780634298727652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=9123780634298727652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/9123780634298727652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/9123780634298727652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2009/01/running-away.html' title='Running Away'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-75902411899677617</id><published>2009-01-11T22:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:39:03.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asiaworks Gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Five months ago, I attended a workshop organised by of the NGO in Petaling Jaya, which is called Asiaworks Foundation, me and another 7 of our group that represented Perak Family Health Association were among the participants and you know what..we were the youngest group of people there..haha, it was fun, I learned a lot from that Course and it really changed part of my life, and I really became a new person after that..After that 3 days workshop, it's very hard for us to keep in touch because some of us were in KL,Ipoh and even there's some in Singapore!! So, I planned the gathering since I'm SOOO FREE!! The gathering will be held on the 17th of January 2008(saturday) at 7.30pm dinner at Chilis,KLCC, it's just to gather everyone from the workshop..not only particapants but I also do invite some of the facilitators' also. It will be fun and enjoy to get everyone together and keep our friendship strong and even share our thoughts and experienced ..Oh God! Means that on the 16th of january I have to go to KL,maybe in the morning..in the same time I can visit my niece in Shah Alam...&lt;br /&gt;So,for those who knows other Asiaworks participants please do spread the news..It will be great to meet everyone again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290048698710157666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SWoHQ3si6WI/AAAAAAAAAC8/G2F_OsYTJxM/s320/n828084198_1271681_6706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was after the graduation night, it was fun to seen everyone so happy and enjoy after the workshop..4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290049399231649442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SWoH5pV4lqI/AAAAAAAAADE/XaIaXus4hBc/s320/DSC00143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;During the break with Chen Chang, one of my best friend, his now in taiping, also one of the inteyo facis'... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290059179677533106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SWoQy8V5Q7I/AAAAAAAAADM/5nbslmvo1AY/s320/89.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, Seng Hoe(big bro) and Sham(cute sis), they all are like 14 years older than me but we get long very well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290060010587921890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SWoRjTuXneI/AAAAAAAAADU/9jsZ7-lVXTA/s320/DSC00142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, Farid, Chen Chang, Ainaa and Li-Shan, all from FHA Perak, Inteyo gang rockzz!!! haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sign off..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-75902411899677617?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/75902411899677617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=75902411899677617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/75902411899677617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/75902411899677617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2009/01/asiaworks-gathering.html' title='Asiaworks Gathering'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SWoHQ3si6WI/AAAAAAAAAC8/G2F_OsYTJxM/s72-c/n828084198_1271681_6706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-7375649481907438278</id><published>2009-01-11T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:11:12.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Law or Medicine Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 hours and 40 minutes ago..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My sister got back Ipoh for the weekend, so I took this chance and try my shot to asked her about my problem, which is either I have to choose Law or Medicine..And this is how it goes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In entered her room and sat at the end of the corner. Thinking of what to say, should I say? Yea, I shoul give a try..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me:Sis, wanna tell yea' something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sis:Sure, what's up? (playing with her handphone, sms-ing with her boyfriend i guess)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me:I have to register for my University Application next month, I was thinking a lot this few days about what I wanna choose..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sis:Yea?? So, do you make up your mind already?? (still with her handphone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me:Well...I do..but,errmmm...what do you think IF I put LAW as my second item..(they should have 6 item I guess)...I thought It will be hard for me to find work if I put all those nonsense course(what am I talking about ...*%&amp;amp;$%#$)..my point is, I actually think about Law a lot..so..ermmmm..what do you think???? (stare at my sister's face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sis:Ermmm...well, are you sure that's you really wanted to do?? Law is easy to find work..it's not hard but it's BORING (making her face expression)...reading files,listen to other people's story..and you even have to be really strong outside and inside.It's aint' that easy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me:I can..who say I cant..(defending myself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sis:Well..if u insist of taking it..then I will support you..(I know she will,then she laughed)..remember back when I was studying, I'm were like so proud..Woa,future Lawyer..but when reached at this level..feel very exhausted and bored sometimes..but everyday is a different challenge.People will looking at you and people will respect you, yes they will, either lawyer or doctor, both is still an honour job..but I more perfer if you can continue with Medicine.Law is easy to find job, when you graduated you can easily find job, you can even work under me, that's not a problem when you know someone inside(she smiled)..but you have to really make up your mind about this..this is something serious, is about your future and your future is just started..you going to be 20 this year,so you should take everything seriously,but whatever happens I will always be there for you, dont worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Thanks..sis..(I smiled)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well,this is just getting started..I know how my sister will react now,she's very please and OK with it but how about my parents,its' my parents dream to see me become a doctor..hard to say about what's going to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;will be continued&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sign off..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-7375649481907438278?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7375649481907438278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=7375649481907438278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/7375649481907438278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/7375649481907438278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2009/01/law-or-medicine-part-2.html' title='Law or Medicine Part 2'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-9039130874739255466</id><published>2009-01-10T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:19:12.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the way from Europe</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, i got a called from my sister who's actually staying in Switzerland, she married with a swiss guy..and for 5 years married they have 2 kids, it have been almost 2 years i didnt see my niece in switzerland..how they all grow up so fast, most probably they wont remember me when they meet me....i will like to share some of their photos' with you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289555401579517154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SWhGnMrlVOI/AAAAAAAAACk/nsukqf7rlgc/s320/DSCN1548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Rafeal Omar, his going to be 2 years old this year, last time I met him was in 2007..so fast time flies.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289557613161837394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SWhIn7d5c1I/AAAAAAAAACs/Kkg9zv2dKw4/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Saira, Omar's elder sister, going to be 3 years old this year..and the guy with her is her father..Ralf Rheiner, what a nice picture..snow last 2006..i miss Saira so much.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289560182428492818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SWhK9euzZBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MwyO8FjlOLQ/s320/Switzerland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my two little niece, Saira on the left and Rafeal on the right side..so cute both of them..Miss them so much..even though they are in europe right now but our hearts always close to each other..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sign off..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-9039130874739255466?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/9039130874739255466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=9039130874739255466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/9039130874739255466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/9039130874739255466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-way-from-europe.html' title='All the way from Europe'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SWhGnMrlVOI/AAAAAAAAACk/nsukqf7rlgc/s72-c/DSCN1548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-8150318615573354625</id><published>2009-01-09T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:44:56.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Dream Came to Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SWdLK9mbPqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tKZRmsUibhE/s1600-h/2879700743_58899ffede.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289278939076443810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SWdLK9mbPqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tKZRmsUibhE/s320/2879700743_58899ffede.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After my friday prayers, raja sms-ing me and asked me to go out..Raja was one of my best..best..friend since I was form 1..he knows all about me and his like one of my closed friend ever.. &lt;div&gt;So..we went to Jusco, and I told raja..how about we go watch a movie..its been a while since I didnt watch any new movies, yea' know EXAMs..so we went to watch this wonderful movie ever.."Bedtime Stories"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was fun,full of excitment and just really hard to resist, one of my favourite scene was the raining gum ball..it's really funny and hilarious to watched adam sandler(Skeeter Bronson) with his umbrella with all those thousands of gum ball around him..another one of my favourite part was during adam sandler and his co-partner Keri Russell(Jill) on the bike, it was such a journey, it was just a perfect show, suitable for family, couples(ehem-ehem), and especially to kids..hehe..Since when I became a film review..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SWdXcth3mvI/AAAAAAAAACE/hwVSjGEVX70/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289292438139542258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 405px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SWdXcth3mvI/AAAAAAAAACE/hwVSjGEVX70/s320/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that shows over..I was surprised to saw one of my friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hui ling from Inteyo working at the TGV counter..I knew she worked there but didnt actually realise what time her shift is..So we just chat for awhile because my friend was waiting for me..and i snaped one photo of her..hehe..hope she's not angry with it..I know she wont..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sign off..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-8150318615573354625?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/8150318615573354625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=8150318615573354625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/8150318615573354625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/8150318615573354625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2009/01/magical-dream-came-to-life.html' title='Magical Dream Came to Life'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SWdLK9mbPqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tKZRmsUibhE/s72-c/2879700743_58899ffede.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-6728449140989320014</id><published>2009-01-09T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:03:22.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Law or Medicine Part 1</title><content type='html'>For the past two days and a half..I think a lot about what i'm going to do in the future..what will I like to be..when I will start my work ..it really struck me as I don't actually have the answer&lt;br /&gt;What should I do now? I really clueless and no way to turn to..&lt;br /&gt;When I asked to choose the field that I want when I was in Lower 6 which is in 2007,&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking again about this two major field, which is law and medicine, by the way my sister is a lawyer, so she asked me not to continue with law, because it's very tough..but in my mind..nothing is easy in this world, I just followed my heart when I finally took Biology as my co-subject for the one and half year to come..&lt;br /&gt;Until now, i think i'm not sure about my decisions because what had i done in my chemistry paper 1 and 2, i really screw it up..it's a mistake for me..i should look back on my own weakness..but in the same time i dont think it's a waste of one year and half at form 6 because i learned a lot there..friendship, the methods of studying, leadership, communication skills and even my english improved a lot since i entered form 6..&lt;br /&gt;But now, i have to take this two major thing seriously...my first choices is medicine but my second choices goes to law...it's really hard to make a decisions because i really like this both subjects which is biology and history..but now i have to think carefully and take this thing very very serious because this is about my future..I planned to start working when i'm 26 or 27..so this year i have to start studying again..and i have more than a month to think about what i'm going to do..WOW!! Everything getting serious and more real..&lt;br /&gt;Hui Ling asked me to go do some observations..like go to court and to the hospital..it's a good idea because what we're watching in the television is actually way much different from what happen in real life..maybe i should go visit those court and sit there and observed what actually really happen..it will be fun but i have to really know..this is might my future looks like..&lt;br /&gt;Law or Medicine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-6728449140989320014?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6728449140989320014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=6728449140989320014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/6728449140989320014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/6728449140989320014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2009/01/law-or-medicine.html' title='Law or Medicine Part 1'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-1303492549080531848</id><published>2009-01-08T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:31:46.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Dark Evil Dream Ever!!!!</title><content type='html'>My heart pumped very fast...&lt;br /&gt;Lup-dup..Lup-dup..Lup-dup..&lt;br /&gt;My hand were frezzing and sweating like hell!! No words can described how I felt that particular time, only god knows..It was my STPM result slip, is ON MY HAND!!! My hand were shaking and continue to shake...my brain stops functioning and everything around me just STOP..&lt;br /&gt;i opened the slip into two pieces of paper. I took a deep breath and finally took a glance on my results. 1A 2B and 1C.......A for Pengajian AM????? It could not be???? and C for Chemistry??? Shouldnt I get D for chemistry??? I started to realised, is this true??..Is this my results???&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, feel relieved..it was just a dream..a bad and awful dream ever, no one could imagined how it felt. I shaked my head and felt very painful at my head..headache i guess...No one around, just only me..again..this is the most dreadful dream ever in my entire life! My future really depending on this one piece of paper that will determine my future..&lt;br /&gt;How incredible that dream sometimes can come true..but for my case it would not happen, people always asked me not to think too negative or think too much, but the problem is I already done badly in my exams of course I will end up with a bad results..right? i deserved that kind of dream...Serve me good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-1303492549080531848?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/1303492549080531848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=1303492549080531848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/1303492549080531848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/1303492549080531848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2009/01/most-dark-evil-dream-ever.html' title='The Most Dark Evil Dream Ever!!!!'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-8059289378825199279</id><published>2009-01-08T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:17:33.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold and Silent night in Ipoh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SWdqXrA2xaI/AAAAAAAAACc/iuQpCfM04Cw/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289313242285786530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SWdqXrA2xaI/AAAAAAAAACc/iuQpCfM04Cw/s320/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant really sleep well this few days...&lt;br /&gt;My family problems..exam results coming out soon and what's going to happen with my future..really get me awake all night...hard to resist all this problems..&lt;br /&gt;Recently this sleeping problems really hits me off and kinda hard to get through it..Sometimes i do some light excercises to make myself tired but at the end i had to take a cool shower..&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping at night just would not work for me anymore..i can sleep for an hour or two. After that i wake up and cannot continue back my sleep..it's just like my eyes been glue to widely opened until dawn.. At my surprise, i still dont feel sleepy until 11.00 in the morning, but after lunch i will feel tired and the best placed to be is on my wonderful luxuries queen size bed..haha..an hour..or even sometimes until 4 hours!!!&lt;br /&gt;So many things in mind, just like right now...cant actually shut off my brain but still thinking about what's going to happen tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this way of typing few words at least will make me a little bit sleepy, but i guess it does not...It's a cold and silent night out there..no stars nor moon out there..just me alone..who still sitting infront of this pc and typing all this crep for you all to read. What the heck, you guys wont understand how i feel here..is just like staying in another world..a world without day and night..ONLY ME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-8059289378825199279?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/8059289378825199279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=8059289378825199279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/8059289378825199279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/8059289378825199279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold-and-silent-night-in-ipoh.html' title='Cold and Silent night in Ipoh'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SWdqXrA2xaI/AAAAAAAAACc/iuQpCfM04Cw/s72-c/DSC00159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972015132434021083.post-6889274468871880963</id><published>2008-07-25T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:10:26.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>humty-dumty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SWdo2CVhZUI/AAAAAAAAACU/lrbOJjut2nI/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289311564919301442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SWdo2CVhZUI/AAAAAAAAACU/lrbOJjut2nI/s320/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be the first time i wrote down a blog..after a while i opened my page..but i didnt had the time to write anything..but now im here ..hahah..actually i opened this blog to view one of my friends' blog.Im so busy recently, with exams,studies and also chaotic school that have such alotsa of activity, but after i gave up all the post to the juniors, i felt abit released especially when i dont have to face the teachers' and the members....but part of me kinda sad because i missed all the action ...i can said as one of the craziess student in ACS which i entered so many socities and i have so many post but at the end it doesnt mean anything to me either. My friend always asked me why i joined so many clubs and socities ...I just replied to them that "Just having fun" i laughed but the others think i'm crazy..i told them that I am more crazier when I'm in Form5..this year I'm gonna face the biggest task ever which is STPM. Wish me luck..and i really wanna enter local Uni next year...haiz..hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign Off..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972015132434021083-6889274468871880963?l=theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6889274468871880963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972015132434021083&amp;postID=6889274468871880963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/6889274468871880963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972015132434021083/posts/default/6889274468871880963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconfessionofateenagedramaking.blogspot.com/2008/07/humty-dumty.html' title='humty-dumty'/><author><name>redza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407488986529146833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/TR3niHSt3wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MKbbXuOIfTo/S220/40824_428480029849_727654849_4726054_7568066_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8d7wp-WYUj4/SWdo2CVhZUI/AAAAAAAAACU/lrbOJjut2nI/s72-c/DSC00184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
