tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39101026785829002962024-02-21T22:13:07.056+08:00Our Little ThoughtsWelcome to our page, a place where freedom to give feedback is at its finest form! Any thought that you're having could be used as sword to retaliate. It could be used as shield to protect. Its your decision to let it take flight or make it stay on the ground!Lee Escanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17144461800172192675noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910102678582900296.post-27057727669608036382014-02-23T17:32:00.001+08:002014-02-23T17:32:54.573+08:00Free Path of Exile Codes: Free Path of Exile Points<a href="http://path-of-exile-codes.blogspot.com/2013/08/free-path-of-exile-points.html?spref=bl">Free Path of Exile Codes: Free Path of Exile Points</a>: Get your free Path of Exile code with 500 Points . In order to participate in this campaign, you have to follow two simple steps: Step 1: ...Lee Escanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17144461800172192675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910102678582900296.post-13888682650260871642011-12-14T06:25:00.000+08:002011-12-14T06:25:14.078+08:00"let this heart stays with me. i dont wana love another" first of all, i guess i have to confess that i have no clue to start my talking now. its a been a long time since i left my blog, un-updated. as all of you can guess, its all because of life's reality; life's necessities, bills, money, job, my other responsibilities, busy with enhancing photo editing skills, Dj-ing club musics skills.. so, actually, its hard to choose topic for my next post. hehe. i'm sorry for my posts before; they are in malay language. i'd prefer my blog to be universal, internationally can be understand, written in english. (although my english is quite broken) haha!<br />
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so, lets get our head back to main topic. talking about the topic above, i watched a movie; till it comes to part, a boy who had to proceed himself with heart operation. then he suddenly said to doctor,"let this heart stays with me. i dont wana love another:". if i am girl, i would surely say,"omg~ that was so lovely~". ROFL. why dont we think again. did he loved another after the operation? absolute NO. love word can be read by eyes. can be felt by heart. but the love target, its all memorized by our brain. love symbol was represented by <3 long time ago. maybe because its hard to draw head.. HAHA! just kidding.. its just because we can feel it by heart. why do we feel it by heart? <br />
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the love is in our brain. but there is no way we can "feel" our brain. what we feel is not love in our heart, but our heart beating fast and the hormones flowing through our blood. oh, talking about hormones, the most common line spoken out by teens nowadays ; "your love is my drug" or, whatever etc.. love is not only blocks pain, it also seems to stimulate the same parts of the brain as cocaine and other ilicit drugs. emotion (love) affects the body, particularly the breathing and blood flow, release chemicals that create physical reactions, warm tingly feelings, unsettled stomach, etc.<br />
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concluding this topic by leaving an epic quote ; blame Aristotle. people used to think the heart was the main feeling not the brain. the brain was thought to be a cooling device. the language has just carried over and now we mean it metaphorically.Lee Escanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17144461800172192675noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910102678582900296.post-17043012940267427362011-05-26T08:36:00.000+08:002011-05-26T08:36:44.800+08:00Partially Insufficient Crucial Sounds<span style="font-family: inherit;">"it's amazing how you can speak right to my heart</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> without saying a word you can light up the dark </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> try as i may i can never explain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> what i hear when you don't say a thing</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> the smile on your face let's me know that you need me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> there's a truth in your eyes saying u'll never leave me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> the touch of your hand says yo</span>u'll catch me wherever i fall<br />
you say it best, when you say nothing at all"<br />
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* "when you say nothing at all" - Ronan Keating<br />
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i love this song. means a lot. began to realize the true meaning of the song on 2010. oh yes, its the best when you say nothing at all as i cant barely hear when you said a thing. i published this post especially to all of<span style="font-size: small;"> Ménière's disease patients. i'm also one of all of you. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">to those who don't know what </span><span style="font-size: small;">Ménière's disease means, i just want to say, it is a disease which related to ear. ear is</span> not only acts as a receiver for sound, but also plays a major role in the sense of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balance_%28ability%29" title="Balance (ability)">balance</a> and body position.<span style="font-size: small;">Ménière's disease</span> is a disorder of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inner_ear" title="Inner ear">inner ear</a> that can affect <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hearing_%28sense%29" title="Hearing (sense)">hearing</a> and balance to a varying degree. It is characterized by episodes of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vertigo" title="Vertigo">vertigo</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tinnitus" title="Tinnitus">tinnitus</a> and progressive hearing loss, usually in one ear. It is named after the French physician <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prosper_M%C3%A9ni%C3%A8re" title="Prosper Ménière">Prosper Ménière</a>, who, in an article published in 1861, first reported that <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vertigo_%28medical%29" title="Vertigo (medical)">vertigo</a> was caused by inner ear disorders. The condition affects people differently; it can range in intensity from being a mild annoyance to a chronic, lifelong disability.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> always feel like want to do like this whenever the tinnitus attacks</td></tr>
</tbody></table>i will write further onto this topic. i need to stop for now :)Lee Escanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17144461800172192675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910102678582900296.post-34146238739240086852011-05-20T07:50:00.001+08:002011-05-20T08:07:59.566+08:00Aku Newbie, Sila Tunjuk Ajar<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"> buat kali pertama sepanjang tempoh aku ber'blogging',, dalam entri ini aku tak banyak menaip.. XD</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"> so, tanpa banyak berlengah aku nak buat pengakuan naper aku lame tak update blog.. </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">sebab utama nye,, Adobe Photoshop Cs2.. tu jer la software ori yg aku ade.. hehe..</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"> kebanyakan masa aku diluangkan dgn belajar camner nak gune software tu..</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">minta maaf sgt2 yer buat semua sahabat handai.. :)</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"> sbgai tanda minta maaf,, ni la di antara hasil-hasil masa yg diluangkan tu..</span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">aku newbie jer.. kepada sesiapa yg mahir dlm bab2 ni,, aku minta tunjuk ajar sgt2.. :) </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">smue ni aku upload dr <a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.152249538128363.25139.100000299537981">wall photos </a>kt <a href="https://www.facebook.com/laz.qruxader">fb</a> aku jer.. </span></span><br />
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k la, nak AFK lg. heheLee Escanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17144461800172192675noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910102678582900296.post-48558906851855223282011-04-14T00:09:00.000+08:002019-07-19T04:36:37.543+08:00Frustationthat's all i wana say for now. thanks for kindly reading. xDApishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203414719247892062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910102678582900296.post-73605520961551668272011-04-07T17:53:00.001+08:002011-04-07T17:59:39.301+08:00Lemah Tapi Jangan Pandang Rendah<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> entri kali ni, mungkin tak sesuai dibaca oleh segelintir individu.. hah? kenapa le? </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">"eh, ada gak pelajar2 dari sekolah lain lepak kat sini," benak hatiku. tengah2 aku nak merokok, "heh, ko leo ka?" tiba2 salah seorang budak pelajar dari sekolah lain tu menyoal. pendek2 orang nya. terpaksa aku menunduk untuk melihat mukanya. "Win, ko balik seorang diri dulu la," kataku kepada kawan perempuanku. tanganku masih memegang lighter masa tu. aku heran la, kalau nak tanya soalan, kenapa perlu bawak helmet sekali ek.. "ye la, aku leo. pahal?" jawab ku dengan selamba. *hajat nak merokok masih tak kesampaian* beberapa saat pastu, aku perasan 3 orang budak lagi meluru ke arah ku dari belakang. "damn....masalah lg.." kata hatiku. tanya satu soalan jer pastu terus nak pukul?? wtf? saatku melihat budak pendek tersebut menarik tangan nya ke belakang, aku pun terus membuang rokok dari mulutku lalu menepis tangannya yg memegang helmet half.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> hahaha! *kalau aku pikir balik, memang lucu masa tu* Dush!! kepalaku dipukul dari belakang oleh 3 orang lelaki yg lain. belum lg dgn flying-kicknya. belum lg dgn hentaman manja diorang. aku pun menoleh ke belakang, dimana kepala dipukul. oh! Bob! ku kenal benar dengan wajah serta kulit yg hitam tu. "$#!%$# benar ko Bob!" ku pun terus menarik kolar baju Bob lalu menghadiahkan buku2 lima ku ke arah muka Bob yg hitam tu dengan manja juga. aku tidak peduli 3 orang yg lain memukul kepalaku dengan helmet half masa tu. *tak terasa pun, SERIOUSLY* aku pun jatuh ke atas jalan bersama Bob, namun tetap ku teruskan tumbukan manja ke arah pipinya.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> diorang yg lain masih memukul kepalaku dengan mesra sambil aku dan Bob berguling-guling di atas jalan. best jugak tengok muka Bob kene tumbuk mase tu. haha! masa aku nak bangkit balik tu, aku tak sedar salah sorang dari mereka nak terajang aku dari belakang.*konon2 nye lah tu*</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">check2, kedebush! budak yg agak tinggi tu jatuh ke dalam parit kat tepi kitorang belasah membelasahi sesama sendiri. hahaha! ajaibnyer~ dia jatuh ke dalam parit tu sebab kaki dia tertolak balik masa aku tengah nak bangkit balik tu. pelajar2 perempuan yg menyaksikan peristiwa tu pun ketawa terbahak-bahak. ingin juga aku nak join ketawa, tapi masa tu aku terpaksa membatalkan niat tu. haha! lepas salah sorang dari member diorang tu jatuh ke dalam parit, yg lain2 pun chow dari situ. lari dalam perasaan malu yg teramat. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> tahun seterusnya, dalam bulan March, aku pergi ke stadium dengan kawan2. cun2 pulak bertemu dengan Bob dan budak yg pendek tersebut. diorang tengah dating dengan perempuan masa tu. wahhh, masa nak bagi balik apa yg diorang buat kat aku dulu.. aku pun bawak helmet half, *tiru camner diorang tanya aku dulu* aku bawak geng, *lagi banyak dari geng diorang*. baru jer tanya,"naper korang pukul aku dulu?" diorang pun lari cepat2 meninggalkan seorang awek, iaitu awek kepada budak pendek tersebut. hahaha! kesian aku tengok awek tu. balak dia meninggalkan dia tanpa berfikir panjang lagi. Bob chow dengan scooter Comel kebanggaannya, budak pendek tu pulak chow dengan modenas kriss. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div><div>haha! semua member2 aku yg kat BCR ni, baik2 belaka.. diorang ni la yg banyak bagi tunjuk ajar kat aku.. </div><div><br />
</div><div> korang pun boleh join BCR. memang dialu-alukan. err, ni la entri drpd aku yg pertama kalinya dalam bahasa melayu. hehe. so, kalau ada tersilap kata tu, mintak maaf la awal2 ek? pagi ni, dengan secara ajaibnya aku dapat ilham nak bincangkan pasal topik ape kat entri aku kali ni. terima kasih banyak3, kawanku. hahaha!</div><div><br />
</div><div>seperti biasa, aku bangun pagi, terus check handphone. faham2 jer la, kot2 kalau ada sms tu kan2? *memang ada pun setiap pagi tu. haha* tapi pagi ni, aku terima sms dari kawan perempuan, dia ajak pegi surf internet sama-sama kat cyber-cafe. sememangnya bukan makwe aku k? </div><div><br />
</div><div> dipendekkan cerita, kitorang pun tiba kat cyber-cafe tersebut.. "asal lak tiba2 ajak aku g cc ni?" soalku dengan hairan sambil menatap wajahnya yg manis tu. "ala, asal banyak soal?? ko ni tak boleh buat cool sikit ke depan pmpuan?" dengan selamba dia menjawab. aduh, tersentap rasa jantung! jatuh pulak tahap cool aku pagi ni. aku duduk sebelah dia, buat2 selamba main game dota Allstars dengan kawan2 yg kebiasaannya main kat cyber-cafe tersebut. dia surf internet, online facebook la, chatting ym la, surf twitter la, blogger pun dia layan sekali, macam2 lagi la. perempuan la katakan. haha! jangan marah ek? gurau jer. hehe. </div><div><br />
</div><div>tengah2 kitorang santai kat cyber-cafe tu, tiba2 aku terdengar lagu yg bunyinya macam vokalis tu menjerit kesakitan. eh, dia layan lagu camtu ke? aku pun menoleh ke sebelah, berhajat nak menyoal~. laaaa, lagu yg autoplay kat blog rupanya. dia masih mampu dengan selambanya blogwalking, menurunkan nada volume speaker computer. "woah! ade gak lagu camtu kat blog ek? aku tak kuasa nak baca blog yg ade lagu camtu td. kalau blogwalking kat rumah, menyusahkan jer load page blog camtu. lg pun, aku tak layan screamo la~ hehe." aku menyampuk dengan niat nak mengambil perhatian si manis tersebut.</div><div><br />
</div><div> "ko ni banyak songeh la. tu blog diorang, suka hati diorang la. tak yah nak kutuk2. bukannya susah pun ko off kan terus jer speaker. aku nak blogwalking. bukan nak criticwalking." jawab dia dengan riak muka yg <s>annoying</s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">. argh! sekali lagi dia buat camtu! aku pun nak melawan balik kata2 dia masa tu. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"eh, betul la apa aku cakap td. memang lagi lambat kalau nak view blog yg ade widget lagu. dah lagi menyusahkan lau nak comment, page blog tu refresh sekali lagi." balas ku dengan yakin kali ini. "ok, fine. bagi ko, memang menyusahkan. memang ko tak suka. sebab ko pikir blog ko sorang jer bagus. aku tak lawa cam ko. niat aku memang tetap dengan blogwalking. aku nak baca buah fikiran org lain. lau aku tak nak dengar, aku off jer speaker. lagipun, lau dah tau page blog tu akan refresh balik, asal masih degil nak komen. bukan nyer susah pun nak tau blog mane yg gune pop-up window setting ke tak. satu lagi, nak view blog bukannya lama cam ko nak layan youtube. blog2 yg takde widget lagu dan gune setting pop-up window pun bukannya ko 100% nak baca. korang laki lebih sanggup baca blog yg ada lagu, takde setting pop-up window, kena pass word verification, asalkan blog tu ada gambar awek2 cantik terpampang besar kat page utama blog tu."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> *sob....sob....sob... T.T </span></div>Lee Escanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17144461800172192675noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910102678582900296.post-54487001520905492872011-04-05T21:01:00.003+08:002011-04-05T21:07:39.134+08:00Grr.. Boredom is killing me. X(<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family:lucida grande;" >Boring days are like sleeping without a dream..haha.. But I wanna share something tho. Just read the pic below. =)</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Thanks for reading. </span></span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1rY1imc5eCMqIFa1lDz1Yu6Z0zmYX3_QHPIFRjRMOPFC-EVkzUYfWwjykg6IxEjGsrvfVjjY7__X3Sp7tIYFYqwyUkNnImSmNDFwit1oJ_NSkXZ_dqF0-Jle9Cv87xaRfwuFOwwkoCSc/s1600/1_400.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1rY1imc5eCMqIFa1lDz1Yu6Z0zmYX3_QHPIFRjRMOPFC-EVkzUYfWwjykg6IxEjGsrvfVjjY7__X3Sp7tIYFYqwyUkNnImSmNDFwit1oJ_NSkXZ_dqF0-Jle9Cv87xaRfwuFOwwkoCSc/s400/1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592084788317389810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></span>AwesoME15http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715650132918266623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910102678582900296.post-35592779292891544402011-04-04T04:12:00.000+08:002011-04-04T04:12:24.068+08:00Bear's Cave!Allll---right, first time blogger but full-time teen rebel(well, half the time anyways). Pardon me for any mistakes cause it is my First time blogging since forever(outdated right?). Okay, back to business....as soon as I remember what I wanted to talk about again......Ohh, right, I want to talk about <u>Music.</u> What happened to music? Nowadays there are some of them that I don't consider music at all. Its pretty much fast repetitive music with a beat...= =''...Yet artist can make a million of dollars or more?!... Its like they come up with a line like "Urm,, this sound pretty good, I think I'll repeat it 20 times in one song....= =''....What is the world coming to? Imagine if books were like that..."There were three things that I was absolutely positive. First Edward was a vampire, second there was a part of him that thirsted for my blood, and third, Edward was a vampire." (from Twilight)..See how stupid that sounds...Now imagine if music were like that...."Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pokerface....ma ma ma" = =''....Wait a second,, it already is like that. I thought music was suppose to have meaning. And even if those repetitive song do have meaning, its like okay we got what you're saying now MOVE ON! Anyway, another thing I don't like is when artist make songs telling you what to do. For example, "Youuu, crank that soulja boy"...I don't want to crank you, I don't even know what that is? o.0...then there's "Lean like a Cholo"...Come on I don't even speak Greek (I think its Greek or is it Spanish? Either way, I don't know)..and last but not least and one of my favourites, the song from the Desiny's Child... "Say my name, say my name"....First of all, I can say whatever I feel like saying, Destiny's Child... Second of all, I don't even know your name, I know your mother's name though, <b style="text-decoration: underline;">DESTINY.</b> However there is one, really really talented artist, my favourite of all, that's right, Sean Paul, and for those of you who don't know who he is? He's the only person in the world that can create a whole song in his own language that nobody can understand. I mean seriously how do you even talk to somebody like that? And if you are one of those people that can actually understand him, then you should be very proud of yourselves because you are only the few...the proud.....the Marines....= =''..... Anyway, the moral of the story is, <div>Rap is alive, music is dead,,</div><div>That's all I have to say,, </div><div>I'm going to bed,,</div><div>PEACE!!</div><div>(And thats when I realise that the greatest rapper of all time was Doctor Seuss o.0)</div>bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114572535309443802noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910102678582900296.post-33168050744750127062011-04-04T00:37:00.007+08:002011-04-04T00:56:30.726+08:00Hello?<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPIoG_J3QcHn0SKmC1B7uxC6NjEbTgFICdPMH-fw_LGPVc1lzbXA3JxnXUUumtdZVlRTLOO-UpntkgpdQguQiD0APL-tKITQVY-mA9dhjMDg0yfuiLdlZrLANxURGej1CEjLQI9Vd63yM/s1600/196474_205719082790822_100000581956638_723312_7194819_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPIoG_J3QcHn0SKmC1B7uxC6NjEbTgFICdPMH-fw_LGPVc1lzbXA3JxnXUUumtdZVlRTLOO-UpntkgpdQguQiD0APL-tKITQVY-mA9dhjMDg0yfuiLdlZrLANxURGej1CEjLQI9Vd63yM/s400/196474_205719082790822_100000581956638_723312_7194819_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591399087576850242" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Err..hello?I don't have anything to say.Ehehe.Just want to give a warm introduction.My nick name is Apis.Chinese people always call me Apiq.I am untalkative person.Ahaha!Ok2.That's all.</b></span>Apishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203414719247892062noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910102678582900296.post-25832761454382340562011-04-04T00:13:00.005+08:002011-04-04T01:02:21.606+08:00Hmm..have you fell in love with your bestfriend? O.O<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I hate it when this happens to me. I fell in love with my best friend. I'm grateful to be her friend but inside my heart I wanted to be more than friends. But I never tell her tho. Should I? I'm afraid to be<span style="font-weight: bold;"> REJECTED</span> by her and it will end our friendship. Then I though, I should give it a try. But I don't have the guts. =( Hope you all read the pic below. A lesson to learn. -peace-</span></span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2l9MR9OrlrC3Yps78sDJplfSt1MnqidQCxDYVfIBDCLxAwFqcwG-M0FVb3PS4THmVTwrf8s7zcyi227K5p7xbOt0Qyyt8TOuS-TwCUmV7lk0aTrVoMEgfAly40YRcvufvLlYoVr_x_4/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2l9MR9OrlrC3Yps78sDJplfSt1MnqidQCxDYVfIBDCLxAwFqcwG-M0FVb3PS4THmVTwrf8s7zcyi227K5p7xbOt0Qyyt8TOuS-TwCUmV7lk0aTrVoMEgfAly40YRcvufvLlYoVr_x_4/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591401390056756786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggpOlvlIV0oyNNKx44Up7i2auAa2Ee8iTLZyrMC5JRN_39wuOjEZA_kKGePIRKsTO_UawfhG7CMWHcD9g8mwog6fqpvBpscPS70kDfahA1O9AOxRPRxA2tWCokCrGZjINS6Ftw-eUkiew/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; line-height: 18px;">"what's the purpose of making our own blog?", my unanswered question. i'm not afraid to ask silly question and looking foolish. xD besides, this time i'm gona answer it by myself. i bet some people would say, "stupid question. everybody knows the answer!" well, i'm Leo. i have different style than the other blogger. i asked the question other blogger don't dare to ask in blog site and i also answer it by my own way;different way. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; line-height: 18px;">everyone has a different purpose in creating a blog. as well as me, in my opinion, i created blog to released every single piece of my unrevealed thoughts, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; line-height: 18px;">unreleased emotions, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; line-height: 18px;">untold past, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; line-height: 18px;">unforgiveable mistakes so that readers won't repeat mine, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; line-height: 18px;">untold stories, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; line-height: 18px;">unfinished future, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; line-height: 18px;">unshared experiences to bring a new type of perspectives to readers. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; line-height: 18px;">LOL. sorry if i was being too much. but too be honest, that was what i'm thinking when creating blogger new account. and of course, i was expecting any feedbacks from readers, any comments to improve myself. i wana be a better person. yes, readers also can share anything on this blog. i'm an open-minded person. yeah, no doubt about that! so, don't worry. besides, we could share our problems with each other because on this way we can easily find the solution of our problems. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; line-height: 18px;">i'm not expecting anyone to think my blog is a good stuff to read. however, i just wana mention that i'm trying my best to write something moral-bringer. yes! this part brings us back to the title above! DON'T EVER JUDGE A BLOG BY ITS TITLE. think that blog is interesting? its up to you. but don't ever judge mine before you start read it. hehe. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; line-height: 18px;">i've read many blogs that i've followed before *of course it seems necessary to follow after you read it* ROFL. however, only some of it attract me so much. because most of it just mentioning their love story(only about their lovers information), what they did for nothing, no moral-lesson story.. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; line-height: 18px;">WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW ABOUT YOUR LOVER??! WHAT DID I GET FROM THAT? OH YA.?. I MUST CHANGE MY NAME TO YOUR LOVER'S NAME? IS THAT YOUR PURPOSE OF WRITING BLOG? i'm so sorry! if i don't found out nothing's important from your blog, i'll just consider i found "FUCK OFF" label on your blog. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; line-height: 18px;">that's the main point i'm writing this entry. DON'T JUDGE A BLOG BY ITS TITLE. thank you so much for kindly reading. :) </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">oh ya, talking about the last part, i'm sure what happened to her doesn't matter to readers. of course, just like famous saying nowadays, "who cares". but i care. and always care. no doubt about that. as at the night we dated, i noticed her weird acted.. she kept going to washroom. i know, its an usual act for ladies. but for me, went to washroom for many times within an hour was so suspicious. LOL, sorry, i really feel so. i'd just ignored the matter for that moment and tried being an immatured guy, so that i would be feel calmer..</span></li>
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</span></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">after then, i leaved Kuching and returned to school as the holidays ended.. time flowed so fast till i didn't feel that i lived for Form3. o.O" as both of us grew up together, as both of us became mature, we still breathed till a week before my birthday.. as usual, whenever i went to school library, i would go online via Friendster just to see her pictures because i always missed her so much.. however, i saw her latest uploaded pictures. i broke my PILOT mechanical pencil due to extreme self-guilty feelings rushed spontaneously towards my soul. 'DAMN!' 'FUCK!' and other foul words were spoken out within my heart. i wasn't wrong! there's something wrong with her. she's not in a good condition of health. i saw her pictures, too obvious that she was having critical hair loss and besides she look skinnier than ever. i was in extreme sorrow and almost felt down from the chair as i saw her pale face still tried to smile in front of the camera lense.. </span></li>
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</span></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">after that, i rushed towards hostel and reached for my handphone. quickly sending sms asking her what's wrong with her. good god! she didn't reply me. that night i was so worried to death. i brought handphone to prep(preparation class at night) and been faithful waiting her reply. eventually,, a single vibration made me sigh to myself.. in a ready state, i viewed her sms... </span></li>
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</span></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"don't worry, dear. i'm okay. i'm just having leukemia :)" *of course she said that in iban</span></li>
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</span></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">3 August 2008, she wished something from me and it was to be able went out with her. but, fuck, i can't. school won't allow that. i knew that, she knew that. she really wanted me to go out, celebrated my birthday together with her. "dear! please! take a look at other couple! they go out to church together..having dinner together..celebrate birthday together.. how about me..?...i love u" i offed my handphone. "i'm sorry" i said to myself and kept the handphone inside my locker.. LOL. *i laughed to myself when writing this as i realize that i was too fucking stupid and immature. "you're useless", i always said to myself. school won't allow?? so what?? so why? i was just making lame excuses to her. </span></li>
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</span></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">3 August was Sunday! how could i? oh my God... 5 August: on the afternoon, it was rainy..school security guard reached for me and informed that my family member waited me at the guard station. question marks seemed to be appeared in a numerous number in my head. i ran leaving Block C towards guard station. this rain shits! i spoke to myself. as i came closer to guard station, i puzzled. eh, my family member don't have any Honda Accord. i quickly turned back to went for afternoon class but suddenly, "are you Leo?" shouted a pretty teen girl came out of the Accord holding her mini umbrella. "yes. why you came for me?" without any doubt i replied her, wiping my face..the girl just handed over me a small box and then drove out of school....</span></li>
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</span></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"I'm a classmate to your girlfriend. She talked about she really wished to surprise you with this present. She ever said that she was not confident to meet you on 3 August but finally she found courage. For her, you're her reason for still fighting to live. I don't wana talk too much because i also feel very sad right now. She took the treatment just for you. just to stay alive over 3 August and willing to lost her hair. FYI, she left all of us on this morning.., at normah speciallist medical centre.the last thing she said to me was, don't show your sad face. i'm gona wake up from this bed tomorrow and go to his school"</span></li>
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</tbody></table><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">my fingers almost lost of all energy when reading the letter inside the small box.....i felt down on the bathroom and had an extremely ache in my heart.. i almost lost my vision, heart was beating so fast, i was scared that i'm gona cry that time. yeah, i was too ego. serve me right. felt like as if soul reaper was laughing in front of me when i cried that moment...i can't take a look at the watch that she meant to give me on 3 August. i'm sorry, i can't write further than this. i need to smoke right now.............</span></li>
</ul>Lee Escanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17144461800172192675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910102678582900296.post-41820175086914117982011-04-01T00:31:00.001+08:002011-04-05T23:45:04.690+08:00opsss,.. ps ps. (ps means paiseh=shy in chinese) i'm so sorry cause i left my bla bla bla hanging without exact dot(2nd)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"> before i continue, i wana confess that I'M ADDICTED TO GEORGIA FONT FOR MY BLOG. Muahahaha~</span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">it makes me easier to read between the lines for me.. :D</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"> this time, i'm using yellow colour for my words because i afraid readers would feel my blogs boring with green all the time. *sob sob :'( </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"> well3...back to Evangelica's secret.. yeah.. i was too stupid. or perhaps i should say i AM too stupid. talking about secret, there's nobody don't have any little secret. since we called it SECRET, i know it is certain information that nobody should know else than certain people.. or, if i was wrong, it must be in this definition, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">not open or public; kept private or not revealed.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">but, her secret should be revealed to me earlier.. as the time kept passing by, as the time kept flowing without leaving any Goodbye, 8 months in a relationship with her felt like as if i don't have to find another girl in my whole life. even though we're just dating through handphones for most of the times, even though i only could meet her on my holidays, i could feel her heart never tried to be unfaithful towards me. and yeah, even though she looked for another guy, i wouldn't be surprised. i'm not charming after all. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Gawai holidays, the moment i'd never expected somethings unpleasant to be happened.. as we all know, Gawai, sessions for iban's to enjoy themselves so much. but, i still remembered. i thanked God for been able to meet her at MJC at night before i went back to Sibu. i brought her to have drinks together at restaurant so that i could treasure those worthy moments. somethings odd about her.....</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">before i made my first blog, i wonder..., what's the purpose on making our own blog?... nvm, i'll just let readers to think about the answer for themselves..a while..hehe..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">so, we knew what am i going to write... its about LOVE STORY~ hahaha. i bet girls love to indulge in this kind of topic.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">oh well, i'll start with bringing readers to my past...a deep past that even i couldn't bury if i tried..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2007, i was still inside a large psychology-torturing space which once i called, "HELL ON CITY OF CATS".. i was still in form 2. staying inside the "HELL" wasn't so bad for the seniors.. i assumed myself as juniors even though i stayed there for more than 1 year. our 1 year wasn't same as daily session students.. we're chosen to study at full-boarding school and of course it felt like HELL for juniors. haha! 'nuff said about HELL. lets take a look at the HEAVEN side. SM SAINS KUCHING is a cluster school.., once you stayed there, you'll absolutely feel your future was in the hand of ANGELS! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">um,, talking about me in the 4 years ago..i was nobody. i really meant it. xD i was dropped down to DELTA class which is the worst class in SMSK. however, don't think that DELTA students are fools. we are chosen to compete in SMSK because of our UPSR or PMR flying colours result. about sports, um,, i wasnt born for sports and i'm very honest about that. i'd just play rugby whenever my friends and i free. oh ya... 'bout discipline.. LOL! i always laughed to myself when i flashed back about naughty things that we've done there. we're naughty students! in a PKHEM's wanted list. for the last part, appearance. HAHAHAHA. mine is the worst! i'm not cute, not handsome, all what i have is just, a jerk face. xD</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">early of the year, 2007, i came to school with such an enormous joy. for the first time, i have my own handphone(second hand) and i even brought it illegally to school. and yeah, of course i brought it so that i could text with my love ones.. i never told any friends about my love story. besides, nah...i hate gossips. haha! so, her name is Evangelica Wong. mixed chinese and my race. talking about her..gosh!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">we're just like heaven and hell, i was hell at that time. i was able to know her when i was on the way to bus terminal, last year of 2006. nah...i dont wana talk about how i could get her phone number. all that i can say is, because i dropped a while at MJC,Batu Kawa. and she was having little problem. bla bla bla. this is not Indonesia drama series.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">we started texting after then..and my most historical moment was on early year of 2007, i managed to have a couple relationship with her. i love her so much because of the way she loves me. she loves me for my personality.. if wana say that she loves me because of my appearance, it was a HOAX. because i'm ugly. >.<" i'm so touched with the way she treated me, the way she made me cool down whenever i was angry, the way she listened to my problem, the way she cared about me, the way she made me trust her.. however..i was too stupid to don't know about her secret.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">oppsss, sorry. i gtg. gona continue next time xD</span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAIchspTFZ9uNDHCjmAkxV0fwrk3cxxII6pUykSHxU8BEnwZyL2rmFJ_XbTiZyQJhhumwmP0UQ8JelDGq97yfnbdYgkIdEybvCDACdLyd4gzOLJVTgr2ywO9EUwWZ2xNEbdSplvGLXFfwP/s1600/ongki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAIchspTFZ9uNDHCjmAkxV0fwrk3cxxII6pUykSHxU8BEnwZyL2rmFJ_XbTiZyQJhhumwmP0UQ8JelDGq97yfnbdYgkIdEybvCDACdLyd4gzOLJVTgr2ywO9EUwWZ2xNEbdSplvGLXFfwP/s320/ongki.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this is how i looked like 4 years ago. ugly huh? :)</td></tr>
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</span></div>Lee Escanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17144461800172192675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910102678582900296.post-31043434494042097612011-03-30T02:59:00.000+08:002011-03-30T03:01:11.665+08:00i guess i have to extend my words to introduce myself xD<p$1><blockquote><p$1></p$1></blockquote><p$1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTOsojPeMBxlcXUpGBmlMwCATcwaeoxTUUF3WrSCa8CHlwezHpLclbvYYF5gEMrfnLdvg6-xhnOHgK9tMtf6wM3D-86XdZR_EaqjysycrNJB_dFYpuH2j1HFKktfIUOCKOEnur_paQb4lF/s1600/quotes-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTOsojPeMBxlcXUpGBmlMwCATcwaeoxTUUF3WrSCa8CHlwezHpLclbvYYF5gEMrfnLdvg6-xhnOHgK9tMtf6wM3D-86XdZR_EaqjysycrNJB_dFYpuH2j1HFKktfIUOCKOEnur_paQb4lF/s320/quotes-2.jpg" width="306" /></a></div><p$1><p$1><p$1><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> First of all, </span><br />
</span><p$1><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> courier font is a disaster for my very first blog,, however it is good-looking 'enough' for me.. </span><br />
</span><p$1><p$1><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #6aa84f; font-family: Courier New;"> ANYWAY,, </span><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #6aa84f; font-family: Courier New;">I'll just spend my worthy 5 minutes to say out few words about myself >.<</span><br />
</span><p$1><p$1><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #6aa84f; font-family: Courier New;"> It is kinda embarassing me by saying that I'm just a normal guy like others, having low profile, tried to be an attention, made tries to be better, struggled to be as bright as star, ever been rejected by a girl that i would have die for, failed in an uncountable numbers, cried silently alone. But still.. I'll voice out in my heart, "Leo is totally fucking NOT a LOSER"</span><br />
<p$1><p$1><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #6aa84f; font-family: Courier New;"> Well..maybe most of you will think I am nerd who only wished to be an idol. But that's not my actual point and I'm not gona let all of you think in such way. All this time, I was just trying to fulfill my parents' hope, my teachers' hope, my siblings' hope, a special person that loves me sincerely does hoping on me too. And, the hope is just, to see I will be a better person, less having sins, and make them happy by having a bright future. That's why my will of fire still burns..... :)</span></p$1></p$1></span></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1>Lee Escanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17144461800172192675noreply@blogger.com0