<?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-2503571405887878444</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:44:30.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is not miserable unless we make it.</title><subtitle type='html'>yeah!! here to get more from U!! hehe!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>VJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12260375560591572621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLC3HMuVXAU/SQ27b0TelVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T_3qGti_OPM/S220/avril.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503571405887878444.post-3883486190650919863</id><published>2009-03-29T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T07:36:00.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Article about confidence such a nice one.</title><content type='html'>Confidence : This is one of the words you hear when people talk about what they find attractive in other people.&lt;br /&gt;But confidence is common.&lt;br /&gt;What is truly effective is delusional self-confidence .That is, you are confident in yourself no matter what other people think of you.&lt;br /&gt;You know what you want in life. You are content happy even, about where you are in life where you are in life and where you are going.&lt;br /&gt;Some people might think your self-confidence is misplaced.&lt;br /&gt;Let them think what they like. That’s why I call this kind of confidence "delusional".&lt;br /&gt;From the outside, it may look like you have no reason to be confident in yourself. But that doesn’t affect you. You know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Delusional self-confidence is an essential characteristic of almost every person who is naturally attractive to the opposite gender.&lt;br /&gt;This is true for both men and women&lt;br /&gt;But here Ill focus how this applies to women.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to be born with this feelings. You also don’t have to be rich, beautiful ,or exceptionally smart to be self-confident.&lt;br /&gt;I can be cultivated and mastered.&lt;br /&gt;Being self-confident is an attitude.&lt;br /&gt;You can see it in the way you walk ( gracefully ,with your back straight and you chin up ), pause between sentences ( because people listen to you so you don’t have to feel like to you need to cram all the words together nervously), the way you enter a room (elegantly , with-out door slamming behind you), and the way you smile.&lt;br /&gt;You haven’t a hint of desperation or neediness about you.&lt;br /&gt;You are not anxious or nervous around men.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t settle.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t actively chase anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t go to pieces when a relationship doesn’t work out.&lt;br /&gt;Rather, you have a mentality of abundance.&lt;br /&gt;If not that man, then another even better man will come along. You are an optimist.&lt;br /&gt;You are confident in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Of course , if you don’t feel this way now, you won’t suddenly feel this way today.&lt;br /&gt;This how you act until you really do feel this way. Give it time. This feeling will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM:&lt;br /&gt;DAVID TIAN. (29 March 2009). THE NEW PAPER ON SUNDAY. NEW PAPER: SPH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503571405887878444-3883486190650919863?l=anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3883486190650919863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2503571405887878444&amp;postID=3883486190650919863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/3883486190650919863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/3883486190650919863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/2009_03_29_archive.html#3883486190650919863' title='Article about confidence such a nice one.'/><author><name>VJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12260375560591572621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLC3HMuVXAU/SQ27b0TelVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T_3qGti_OPM/S220/avril.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503571405887878444.post-7895766868137731190</id><published>2009-03-10T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:31:50.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do you think ur BF/GF so important you?&lt;br /&gt; More than your family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; U would better  answer "no" for the second question. If nt i will be very very disappointed... and I am really dissappointed now. my sis, the person I love the most has said today that her BF is more important to her than my family.. tears almost rolled over my cheeks after the chat I had with her.. I didnt expect that kind of answer from her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy friend ? huh? when did he come &gt;  u noe him a year or two ago ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family&gt; your family&gt; the people who have been sharing their love since u step into this world&gt;the most caring people&gt; have been always behind you till the end &gt; have become less important to you cuz of a boy who just came into your life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, only my emotions can show how disappointed I am today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really so disappointed... I hate her as much as I love her... After all she is my sister..how can I hate the person I love most on the earth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember boys and girls , how on the earth can you show less importance to your family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your BF/GF is with you today. he is with today, he may nt be tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bt your family , your parents and your loving brother was with you yesterday and is with you today and will be with you tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503571405887878444-7895766868137731190?l=anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7895766868137731190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2503571405887878444&amp;postID=7895766868137731190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/7895766868137731190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/7895766868137731190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/2009_03_10_archive.html#7895766868137731190' title=''/><author><name>VJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12260375560591572621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLC3HMuVXAU/SQ27b0TelVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T_3qGti_OPM/S220/avril.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503571405887878444.post-4689970447889799373</id><published>2009-01-17T06:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T07:27:38.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>such a tiring day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img class="gl_align_center" alt="Align Center" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;woke earli in the morning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and I oso dunnoe for wat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; I was oso so tired........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;soon very fast after noon alreadi maa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; then U gt race today @ bedok reservior.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had lunch at 12 o clock... and then browse internet for a while... then started packing things ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soon I am in the MRT ..... cnt find seat....OMG nid to stand till tampines from jurong.... fortunately GOD heard my prayers ... the train was empty soon after city hall.... I felt so hungry ....chewed sweet for a while ... still hungry ... soon after I gt down at tampines.. on my way to interchange saw MAC D.... I dunnoe i wanted to buy or not then it was 3 o clock... aiya never mind laa .... eat first laa.....  then eate there.... that was the stupdiest thing to do  cuz the race was 4  ... although I hvnt had much  : a coke and fries onli maa.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I started my warm at 3:30 and I felt something at my stomach then i noe wat is that alreadi... the impact of the MAC D... OMG.. race going to start in 30 mins.. done some vigorous excercises... to digest the food...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then I was joggin to the start point which one 700 metres away from the finishing point.... As I was striding towards.. I saw a boy suddenly stopping and started vomitting on the left side of the path.... OMG i wishpered myself... my friend asked me to go the otherside of the path... we turned to the right side of the path... another boy infront of me stopped abruptly again... and he started vomiting...... OMG,OMG... I whispered twice in myself again..  Could this happen... I could alreadi feel the temperature .. it so hot out there.... surely the tongue is going to be super dry at the end of the race......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;getting ready at the starting line... everybody is cramped in the path.. I cleverly stood by the side of the path so that I would not face cramping... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The whistle blew and Race started, soon I heard people cheering and I realised it was 700m ...4.3km to go... I also realised something else.. I saw very few people infront of me... It is a good start but I never liked good starts... read on to know why&gt; hehe ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1km mark, I am alreading being affected my temperature.... I felt my tongue is drying.. there is no saliva..... I could barely think of my pacing now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;soon 1.5 km mark.. I realised that my stomach is aching...I felt like someone is cutting my stomach into pieces like the chicken cut into pieces by the person in the chicken rice stalls.... the pain is getting incredible..... it is getting worse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2.0 km mark.. I am starting to get slower then other participants.... they are surging by me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The pain is excruciating at this point. I stopped abruptly and opened the mouth widely as I felt like vomiting ( as I tot my turn has come now ) ..I only spit saliva... dunnoe where did it come from..... I decided i had to stop... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My heads on my knees and my head and back slanting forward... I whisphered " I cant run ani more "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I heard the inspirational words from someone in the race may be at the right time... as he passed by me ... shouted "dun give up,dun give up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now I told myself " I not going to give up " .... and I started atleast to finish up the race in not a bad timing.... I followed the persons pace, the person who inspired.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soon I was 4.0km mark .. now I am beside him.. we exchanged smiles and I shaked my head towards him and he replied me with the same motion......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3oo meters to go... I increased my speed (as I always do at the last 400 meters) and surged past him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WOOOOO..... I finished the race.... at 2.0km I even tot that I could not continue animore.... I am so happy.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I waited at the start line... and I am sad again... I could not see him... I tot of thanking him for wat he did to me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey the person who inspired me ... Thank you so much.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &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/2503571405887878444-4689970447889799373?l=anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4689970447889799373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2503571405887878444&amp;postID=4689970447889799373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/4689970447889799373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/4689970447889799373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/2009_01_17_archive.html#4689970447889799373' title='such a tiring day'/><author><name>VJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12260375560591572621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLC3HMuVXAU/SQ27b0TelVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T_3qGti_OPM/S220/avril.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503571405887878444.post-1227317478317497733</id><published>2009-01-16T04:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T05:08:07.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty DAy</title><content type='html'>today is such a nasty day ..  I hate today ...  wake up late today .. tot Ms Zain would be facilitating my computing as usual... so I took my time to walk slowly to school... cuz Ms Zain is so sweet maa... even i come late 20 minutes last week she mark me present.... then I tot I could get present again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face turned red when I saw another new faci in class.... when I walked she has alreadi completed going through problem statement. and guess what I stepped into class @ 9:10.. she was already going worksheet question 2... helo its been onli 10 minutes into first meeting and she is alreadi doing second meetings work. I quickly looked at the time again .. to double confirm that the time then is not 10:10... my lappie never bluff me .... it shows 9:11 am.... I wondered if there would be second meeting .... alrite last day of second-last-week started with frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on one of the chair and quickly finished the packet of wedge while she is going through the worksheet... and i diverted my attention to worksheet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There came another person in my group..... the atmosphere around me smelled nasty.. and i could not take it animore.. my face turned red again.... this boy... the boy who "never " or occasionally baths sat beside... and he was asking me something about the problem statement... I could not repli and I am coughing... the odour is so strong from him .... I was not about breathe "quality air" properly.. I barely replied him with my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I msn my friend Mable who sat infront of me and told her about it cuz she was one of the victims like me,,, when she faced it before she told me about it....but i did not believe and tot that she is nt happy with him onli.... bt I realised now she is so correct.... she asked me change my place... I am too shy to disturb class then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god...Faci finally stopped going through worksheet.. I ran to toilet and almost vomitted blood from my lungs...  washed my face  and  mouth properli.... now breathe back properli again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seond meeting has started and now I am alreadi hving headache... and the faci is talking super fast... I could hardly catch  up with her.... every ten words she says I could catch one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am frustrated feel like shouting at her...  I tot I should not give my attention to her... So I was doing my worksheet myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................. finalli second break.... I dun feel like eating.... So i just continued doing worksheet..... it was 1:30....... Aisha went for break... I asked her to buy waffle for me so that I would not feel hungri during 3rd meeting........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finalli 3rd meeting................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mums msn popped at 3 pm .. she said 6p is being presented... wow... i wish I was in her class.. so that i could go home earli......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finali 6p..... she was teaching about differentiation and i diverted my attention to her as I was familiar with the topic.... and she was toking about tangents.... oh i remeber that.... DV/DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was explaining the line touching two points is tangent.. I blinked my eyes... then she continued the closer the points touch the better the tangent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I asked her does tangent  have onli one point touching the curve at some point rite.. she hardly  answered me... I did not bother ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow finalli 6ps is done......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed somewhere.. although I was reluctant to go.. I have no choice.. when I reached it closed by then.. so frustrated again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to go tml earli in the morning again..... and afternoon gt race summore ....team race... I am afraid my performance could effect my friends results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pissed and frustrated..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503571405887878444-1227317478317497733?l=anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1227317478317497733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2503571405887878444&amp;postID=1227317478317497733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/1227317478317497733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/1227317478317497733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/2009_01_16_archive.html#1227317478317497733' title='Nasty DAy'/><author><name>VJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12260375560591572621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLC3HMuVXAU/SQ27b0TelVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T_3qGti_OPM/S220/avril.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503571405887878444.post-9208137345099917870</id><published>2008-12-16T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:30:50.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah.. pretty girls day......</title><content type='html'>wow.... today is such  a nice day sia... earli in the morning been to training at around 7 at bukit gombak stadium saw pretty girl sia... after i finish training... going back home ... guess wat? this time around pretty girls are awaiting for me at bus stop oso... wow... wanted to do woooooooooohhhhhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt; hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not such a bad boy arh.....hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i take bus back home.. guess wat again there are lots of pretty girls in the bus ..... wow... today muz be named pretty girls day ler..... hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops.. slacking for two more hours at home... and then  went to help my friend at tampines... guess wat pretty girls again... then there is this girl wauh... very pretty one... i tried not to look at her lor.. scared later my eyes meet hers....  bt somehow my eyes turned to her sia... then i looked away immediately.... then after few glimpses... then suddenly she looked towards me... then I was kind of shocked... then i checked around me to see got any handsome guys or not..... haha... so happy sia... actually there are no boys around me ler onli auncles and aunties.... hahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.... she proved it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503571405887878444-9208137345099917870?l=anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/feeds/9208137345099917870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2503571405887878444&amp;postID=9208137345099917870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/9208137345099917870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/9208137345099917870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/2008_12_16_archive.html#9208137345099917870' title='yeah.. pretty girls day......'/><author><name>VJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12260375560591572621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLC3HMuVXAU/SQ27b0TelVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T_3qGti_OPM/S220/avril.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503571405887878444.post-1517904942652485128</id><published>2008-12-04T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:04:44.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a mood that is full of joy</title><content type='html'>wow... so relaxed now. after so  much unanticipated  things that drastically affected my concentration this week ... its been a gruelling week..  thoughts were totally disorganised.   felt the pain in the eyes.... heard so many sad news.. may be my worst week of this year............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ..&lt;br /&gt;kinda....&lt;br /&gt;feeling . like......&lt;br /&gt;a FREE BIRD NOW!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;woooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never been so happy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finalli tears are scared of me .... time is really chasing them away.... wooooooooooooooooooooooooo...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like shouting loud..... VERI LOUD..............ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwoooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahaha........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah....&lt;br /&gt;cool ................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503571405887878444-1517904942652485128?l=anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1517904942652485128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2503571405887878444&amp;postID=1517904942652485128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/1517904942652485128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/1517904942652485128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/2008_12_04_archive.html#1517904942652485128' title='a mood that is full of joy'/><author><name>VJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12260375560591572621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLC3HMuVXAU/SQ27b0TelVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T_3qGti_OPM/S220/avril.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503571405887878444.post-2901096055511381561</id><published>2008-12-02T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T06:04:15.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey!! got jokes to share....hmmm</title><content type='html'>okiE.. wanna see a super funny kid ... read the joke and you can imagine him.. hahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerned when one of his most reliable employee does not show up so the boss calls the employees home. The phone is answered by a giggling child..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss asks " Is your dad home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes", the child says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I speak to him ?" the boss demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." the child replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Can I speak to your mum?" The boss asks patiently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She is busy talking with the police " says the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarmed the boss says " Gosh! well then may I speak to the police ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No.He is busying talking to the man in the heli-copter thats bringing in the search team" ,the child says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My lord", now really worried . "what are they searching for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"me", the kid chortles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie .. one more this time short and sweet okie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man stops for directions. " What is the quickest way from here to the airport?" pleads the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you walking or driving?" asks the stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Driving". Replies the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thats definetely the quickest way" says the stranger....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503571405887878444-2901096055511381561?l=anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2901096055511381561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2503571405887878444&amp;postID=2901096055511381561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/2901096055511381561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/2901096055511381561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/2008_12_02_archive.html#2901096055511381561' title='hey!! got jokes to share....hmmm'/><author><name>VJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12260375560591572621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLC3HMuVXAU/SQ27b0TelVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T_3qGti_OPM/S220/avril.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503571405887878444.post-222922649197668493</id><published>2008-11-22T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:14:20.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha nthing much laa</title><content type='html'>go sckol everidae and then listen to the  same faci  every weak asusual..hmmm.  quite so boring life... perhaps need a big change .... if that happens !! oohh!! so cool arh haha!!. nthing special happening currently ... hahaha!!! it will be boring to read my blog maa!! if  I just write the same things again , again..... So if something,weird,odd or SPECIAL  something like that happens then cn I post !!!! hahah!!! So if there is a posting  means something odd has happened!!! yeah!! hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;yo!!ya!!yeah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503571405887878444-222922649197668493?l=anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/feeds/222922649197668493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2503571405887878444&amp;postID=222922649197668493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/222922649197668493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/222922649197668493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/2008_11_22_archive.html#222922649197668493' title='haha nthing much laa'/><author><name>VJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12260375560591572621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLC3HMuVXAU/SQ27b0TelVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T_3qGti_OPM/S220/avril.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503571405887878444.post-4609768852458072034</id><published>2008-11-22T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:06:16.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha nthing much laa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503571405887878444-4609768852458072034?l=anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4609768852458072034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2503571405887878444&amp;postID=4609768852458072034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/4609768852458072034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/4609768852458072034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/2008_11_22_archive.html#4609768852458072034' title='haha nthing much laa'/><author><name>VJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12260375560591572621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLC3HMuVXAU/SQ27b0TelVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T_3qGti_OPM/S220/avril.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503571405887878444.post-1905281781671665918</id><published>2008-11-03T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T03:12:00.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got definition of love.</title><content type='html'>Define LOVE .... superman knows it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman says "I think of her everyday,I want to see her every single second,I want to make her smile, I want to make her laugh every hour " but Superwoman do not about this.. POOR Superman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracted from LKHs novel!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503571405887878444-1905281781671665918?l=anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1905281781671665918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2503571405887878444&amp;postID=1905281781671665918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/1905281781671665918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/1905281781671665918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/2008_11_03_archive.html#1905281781671665918' title='Got definition of love.'/><author><name>VJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12260375560591572621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLC3HMuVXAU/SQ27b0TelVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T_3qGti_OPM/S220/avril.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503571405887878444.post-92279632319573358</id><published>2008-11-02T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T06:58:20.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow!!&lt;br /&gt;first time!! blogging!! so excited !!hehehe!!..&lt;br /&gt;First timer rite!!&lt;br /&gt;dun hv much to say !!! hahaha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503571405887878444-92279632319573358?l=anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/feeds/92279632319573358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2503571405887878444&amp;postID=92279632319573358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/92279632319573358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/92279632319573358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/2008_11_02_archive.html#92279632319573358' title=''/><author><name>VJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12260375560591572621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLC3HMuVXAU/SQ27b0TelVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T_3qGti_OPM/S220/avril.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503571405887878444.post-5921710951112666722</id><published>2008-11-01T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:28:30.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi! i m vj! this is my new blog.. thx evil.. cos she helped me to do this blog.. will LOVE her man.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503571405887878444-5921710951112666722?l=anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5921710951112666722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2503571405887878444&amp;postID=5921710951112666722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/5921710951112666722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2503571405887878444/posts/default/5921710951112666722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anidiotlikesanangel.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#5921710951112666722' title=''/><author><name>VJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12260375560591572621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLC3HMuVXAU/SQ27b0TelVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T_3qGti_OPM/S220/avril.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
