<?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-580016230232162052</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:12:22.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats Great About of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog just about my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dancing Fantasy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812410130152328890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-1754634397907431146</id><published>2011-01-09T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T07:54:57.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats life without studying</title><content type='html'>well, after two years, I had finally been pursued by Jacqies Jellybeans to blog. &lt;div&gt;I had finally completed my studies at HELP hopefully, if Miss Winnie decides to pass me for PSY202. Well, oh well, I am sure gonna miss my life in college. It was good education that HELP given to me, Im proud of HELP no matter how much i complaint about studying there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The truth is HELP is a very respectable University College they trained us to survive for Masters. Leaving that out of the picture, my friends, they are one thing that made my college life rocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rocked college together, and its the most wonderful time of my life. I still can remember my very first day at HELP when i was doing my foundation course, I was all alone just for two days or so, then the third day, i made friends, friends whom i was stuck to till 1st of Degree. My first day of college, i met this girl, Nagini, quiet, homily looking and pretty. Thats not the only thing that was nice in foundation, how many girls would be lucky to have their boyfriends come to college with them, sit there the whole day while he skips his classes? Thats how luxuries my life was in the year 2006. (well, we just started dating at that time, what do you expect?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, Life in college took twist, when i got into an argument or disagreement with someone that i thought was my best friend. Till today, we do not speak! What an attitude you may think, but its not easy to accept what she has to done to me! The best time of my college life was somewhere in the year 2008 when i started to mingle with this new group of friends, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aifaa Ayla, Kiren, Jasrina, Valerie, Dionnne, Jessie. We were sooo close, but Jessie went of  to UK in 2009, leaving the 6 of us. We had so much of fun, we went to Gentings, proms, sleepover, slumber parties, pool parties, movie making, lunch, dinners, assignments, and the most  memorable Aifaa's wedding. We were all bridesmaid. My first time being a bridesmaid in a malay wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, some of us wen apart at the last semester, taking different subjects, then, the new group that i hanged out was Ashwini, Amanda, Kiren, Jasrina, Noriah,  Leena and the cute Bavani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit, that I was blessed in college with good friends, we went lunch, assignments and hanged out a lottt.. (most of it was school time) Yet, god has blessed me in this way, when one door closed, he opened the other for me. I didnt feel lonely at college at all. But, i did end up with some stupid groups for a certain assignments. Thats something which i could not avoid when I failed the subject. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In short, Im definately gonna miss all those days, where i woke up late, stayed up all night doing assignments, sleepless nights because of exams, quizzes and projects. Staying over at Aifaa's mansion doing my assignments and during exams. Going out for movies and getting student discounts, going for lunch when its not crowded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am proud that i enjoyed my college life, something that i missed in school.,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats my first post for the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adios AMIGO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-1754634397907431146?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/1754634397907431146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=1754634397907431146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/1754634397907431146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/1754634397907431146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-life-without-studying.html' title='Whats life without studying'/><author><name>Dancing Fantasy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812410130152328890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-4335234319446675708</id><published>2009-08-08T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:47:27.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ChartNexus</title><content type='html'>ChartNexus has now become a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I have never ever worked in a company where the people are so friendly and caring.&lt;br /&gt;My bos especially, so nice, he even bought orange juice for all of us so that we dont get sick.&lt;br /&gt;Jeslin, is the best person that i have ever worked with before. She is young, talented, patient, not strtict, very good in teaching.&lt;br /&gt;She also gives me the courage and always tells me that i can do it.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike other boses who asks, you can do it or not.&lt;br /&gt;This what makes me like working in ChartNexus.&lt;br /&gt;I also realize that people there are not racist. Being the only Indian working there,&lt;br /&gt;they are not racist and kiasu at all.&lt;br /&gt;I just love working life especially working there..&lt;br /&gt;We all get a laptop to do our work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fun can working be?&lt;br /&gt;Birthday celebration parties, free food when there are courses....&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-4335234319446675708?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/4335234319446675708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=4335234319446675708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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so, that they always go to St.Anne&lt;br /&gt;for the feast week.&lt;br /&gt;St.Anne is the grandmother of Jesus and she is the patron saint.&lt;br /&gt;Without her there would have not been Mary and then there would have not been Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;I went to St. Anne, in believe, i have heard miracles has happened in the name of St.Anne.&lt;br /&gt;People pray for things and they thier prayers are answered.&lt;br /&gt;I prayed, and i am hoping for Her to answer my prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-6176417922530368016?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/6176417922530368016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-7962869577203689624</id><published>2009-07-15T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:40:52.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just dont understand!</title><content type='html'>Well, What do people want these days?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is one side where,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My b***** cousin is trying to get to my XBF.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just dont understand from what she has transformed to what.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And its just so hard for me, especially, when i think that my own sister is in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope he knows what is best for both of us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i wont be ashame to admit it, I dowant both of them to get togather,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Just cant accpet both of them to be togather...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will know that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope he realizes that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this while when i use to go out with him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized that the reason she never spoke to him was because, she did have feelings for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she being who she is, is just a damn blady perasaan specis on this world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could they do this to me????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Human this days, I am just finding it hard to understand them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who only she didnt want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she tried to tell my sister that her bf keeps on looking at her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister didnt realize that at that time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aunty should be happy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since she always liked him the most, and now he daughther is interested in him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Direct contact!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It saddens me, when i hear that both of them is in it togather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just cant take this pain.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from that, i am going through another pain where,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itz just pure pain and i cant bear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is hurting me sooo much that i just cant bear the pain at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patty patty issues are becoming the world biggest problem between us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think becoming single is my desire right now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One gal, who is the gal might be interested in my X, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keeps on challenging me stuff in Facebook...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea what she is up to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what she is trying to prove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i hope she is not trying to compete with me lar.!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, i just dont understand all of this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-7962869577203689624?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/7962869577203689624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=7962869577203689624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/7962869577203689624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pasadise to me is where i will have never ending happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right now, right here, this is not where my happiness is truly is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every single day i am being fooled by people, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; well, sometimes i question myself and ask, weather i am a fool or not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hope not!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If i care, i will not be happy, i think i should learn not to care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-497392834148846065?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/497392834148846065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-9029579454496454730</id><published>2009-06-29T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:17:38.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Lost!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we regret that when that the person is not there or that something is not there anymore, you feel the lost.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel lonely and lost and also empty...&lt;br /&gt;But what is gone is gone.......&lt;br /&gt;The trust is gone, the being is gone, and it will never come back.&lt;br /&gt;It may be hard to move on with whatever is there, but that life?&lt;br /&gt;This is reality, and sometimes the truth may hurt,&lt;br /&gt;While the truth hurt, feelings and emotions too are being hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Certain actions that an individual does, by purpose or not,&lt;br /&gt;May or may not hurt another individual, but if i dont tel it out,&lt;br /&gt;that individual may not know, what he or she is doing hurts me or not!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But thats who i am, i dont tel things out, directly to the person,&lt;br /&gt;"What you are doing hurts me"&lt;br /&gt;But i keep in my small little heart and it stays there forever,&lt;br /&gt;It remains a secrect........ Coz there is going to be consequeces if i say something&lt;br /&gt;If i tell that what u are doing hurts me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The individual may tell me who are you to tell me that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitivity, that explains about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, whatever you do, and if ur happy with what ur doing then i am partially happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;I wont tell you how i feel with ur actions and what you do....&lt;br /&gt;Coz i certainly dowant to direct your life, its ur own life&lt;br /&gt;Live it the way u want it okay. And being happy and satisfied with ur life is important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember that i always care for you. I will be there for you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a part of ur life, but if the situation doesnt allow, i will move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is life, be it the way u want it to be. Follow ur mind and not ur heart.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes ur heart will react to emotions.......&lt;br /&gt;Hope that ur life will be better than mine.... It has always been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always there for you,&lt;br /&gt;Brenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-9029579454496454730?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/9029579454496454730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=9029579454496454730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/9029579454496454730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/9029579454496454730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/2009/06/total-lost.html' title='Total Lost!'/><author><name>Dancing Fantasy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812410130152328890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-8626803486251295308</id><published>2009-06-29T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:51:33.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi</title><content type='html'>HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i went to langkawi,&lt;br /&gt;Nice place, went crazy shopping there....&lt;br /&gt;certainly a nice place to shop shop and shop.....&lt;br /&gt;The beach was superb......&lt;br /&gt;Perfume shops was amazing, chocolates selling soooo cheap..&lt;br /&gt;But the breakfast sucked big time.....&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed.... And the best part was, my parents let me drive a CAR THERE IN LANGKAWI!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thats triple and double triple AMAZING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;They never let me drive!&lt;br /&gt;HAhahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-8626803486251295308?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/8626803486251295308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=8626803486251295308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/8626803486251295308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/8626803486251295308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/2009/06/langkawi.html' title='Langkawi'/><author><name>Dancing Fantasy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812410130152328890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-8580260473960462922</id><published>2009-06-29T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:44:09.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i am sad&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i am happy&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i am drowsy&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i am moody&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i am scared&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i am worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i Regret&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i Fear&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i Doubt&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i Give up&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i Give in&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i Dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always giving in, I am always being a person who is obeying everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I am not living my life the way i want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to what everyone else wants me to do except for my own heart and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder, did God make me so that i follow how that person wants me to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should i care,&lt;br /&gt;Why should i fear&lt;br /&gt;Why should i worry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant i be myself?&lt;br /&gt;Make my own mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Learn from my own mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is made by god, and i can only live in it once,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make my own mistakes and live life up to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;I am done of making all those stupid mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the way i am.&lt;br /&gt;Being the original of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wil make the changes in me.&lt;br /&gt;Life is short, and i certainly dowant to waste it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-8580260473960462922?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/8580260473960462922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=8580260473960462922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/8580260473960462922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/8580260473960462922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/2009/06/life.html' title='LIFE!!!!!'/><author><name>Dancing Fantasy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812410130152328890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-1321363322294795296</id><published>2009-06-29T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:29:35.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PD Retreat!!!</title><content type='html'>The Youths of Divine Mercy Shah Alam had thier retreat after planning for months, infact for years, this plan was intiated from the previous team, but we manage to carry it out.&lt;br /&gt;We faced many obstacles planning out and journeying there actually, but we made it there in PD.&lt;br /&gt;Sessions were great, bonding were great and everything was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a couple of things there at the camp.&lt;br /&gt;How to deal with my emotions, and how to keep the fire in me burning.&lt;br /&gt;NEVER get distracted with what people have to do!&lt;br /&gt;I personally like the plate game when it actually tested our patients, weather we were able to work as a team to reach the goal if we had distraction and all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, i have sooo many distraction, that is keeping me away, keeping me from reaching to my goals;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost so many things in life, and sometimes i feel that i have made my mistakes, therefore, I regret..... But at times i think, why do i keep doing this to myself????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i have learnt, not to cry over the spilt milk, and move on, make changes that will change yourself. Dont dwell in the pass and be very emotional about the problem soo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a good experience, and i hope that whatever i have learnt i will be able to carry it out in the real world, especially in the youth ministry.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i just need someone to listen to me and my problems, not for someone to listen and advise me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-1321363322294795296?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/1321363322294795296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=1321363322294795296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/1321363322294795296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/1321363322294795296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/2009/06/pd-retreat.html' title='PD Retreat!!!'/><author><name>Dancing Fantasy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812410130152328890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-7965764992967341302</id><published>2009-06-08T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:32:08.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People!</title><content type='html'>Individual is the word that says it all.&lt;br /&gt;People are different, and people change. Two things that i should really remember n my life.&lt;br /&gt;Always when i trust someone or people, things turns out to be the total opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The other day, I just had a flash of my life, a mental representation or a image of my life when i was in school, then i realize how much i have changed.  I realize that i have learnt my lesson in certain something where there are changes that should be in me. However, I love that i have change soo much from the time i was in secondary school. But somehow, i feel that i am digging my past in to me soo much. I want to talk to those who i stopped talking in the past. Sad, Hurt depressed, and all. I dont know why i miss all those days sooo much.... I am hoping for an answer but there is no answer that is coming. I didnt know that people who would have moved on in life so fast. Why is it like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well the other day when i was in midvalley, shopping this fella said something about my past which i didnt want to remember, he mentioned a name, and at that instance, and at that moment, i just had a flash of memory and how things were at that time.... Curious to know on how they were, i called to find out, and we started keeping contact ever since. But things hasnt change, they are the same way they are, but i am different. At that moment also, i realize that my tamil has gone from bad to worst.. hahahahaha.... hahahahahha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I just hope that i dont become a problem to anyone... I dowant to become a torture to anyone. Dowant to become a reason for people to fight.....God knows that, but human cant understand that. Why? I am with good intentions. Noting wrong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-7965764992967341302?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/7965764992967341302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=7965764992967341302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/7965764992967341302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/7965764992967341302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/2009/06/people.html' title='People!'/><author><name>Dancing Fantasy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812410130152328890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-1943070438297926238</id><published>2009-05-08T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:38:22.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret behind my name... tell me if it is true!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;B : &lt;/b&gt;You are always cautious when it comes to meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R : &lt;/b&gt;You are a social butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E : &lt;/b&gt;You are a very exciting person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;N : &lt;/b&gt;You like to work, but you always want a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;D : &lt;/b&gt;You have trouble trusting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A : &lt;/b&gt;You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S : &lt;/b&gt;You are very broad-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;H : &lt;/b&gt;You are not judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A : &lt;/b&gt;You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L : &lt;/b&gt;Love is something you deeply believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I : &lt;/b&gt;You are always smiling and making others smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;N : &lt;/b&gt;You like to work, but you always want a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I : &lt;/b&gt;You are always smiling and making others smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-1943070438297926238?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/1943070438297926238/comments/default' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-1612325536911588649</id><published>2009-05-02T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:20:35.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUNGER for LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hunger for love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this love doesnt have to mean romantic relationship love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it could be parental love.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother Theresa once said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"the hunger for love is much difficult to be remove than the hunger for bread".....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I agree 10o% to that statment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nowdays, parents who are soo stressed up with work, tend to forget/ neglect thier children's need of love and attention...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well i too experience that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its either i dont get thier attention at all, or thier attention goes for something else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its common where you see in a household, the youngest is the one who always get the most attention, but at times parents forget that its not the  youngest one who is the one who should get all the attention, thats wrong.... i wouldnt know that because i am not a parent....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what parent should do is to share thier love equally. Not being a picky parents and having favouritism. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That term is mostly practiced in school and colleges, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but why should it be practiced at HOME?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is not acceptable at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why Cant Parents share thier LOVE????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Children with Lack of Love who has experiences childhood neglect will have invisible scars left that will take a while to heal...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Children with Lack of Love tend to think that if thier parents think that they are not worthy then at all times thier self esteem goes down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lack of Love to have many effects on the individual's life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance, the individual may experience difficulty in Romantic Relationship!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The self defeating behavior of one, serves to recreate the type of environment that he or she has lived through. In this case, they may have the tendency to fall in love with the partner who are emotionally or physically absent. Somehow this will lead to tolerence since she has tolerated this all her life, from young it is as though she/he has been conditioned to settle for verry little in a romantic relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply because they dont feel they deserve better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the exact situation i have been going through.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have realize it, but hard to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-1612325536911588649?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/1612325536911588649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=1612325536911588649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/1612325536911588649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/1612325536911588649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/2009/05/hunger-for-love.html' title='HUNGER for LOVE'/><author><name>Dancing Fantasy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812410130152328890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-1493804105308493355</id><published>2009-05-01T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:02:10.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kya Life Hai!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes when i am upset i just look up and  Ask Why me?&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the time I dont get my answers!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think to myself why has god Planned all this for me????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont like my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFE BEING CONT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROL&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I dont know why God gave me a life, Why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did God gave me a life for others to control???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At home i have no peace!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Outside  i have no peace!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the Past there was someone to control me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; now too someone to control me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny thing is my parents are not the one who is controlling....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Parents who are controlling me, not to that extend where someone one else is controlling &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Betrayal at home....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is this what i should expect from a sibling!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A sibling whom i sooo trust, the one and only sibling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is a Droghi!!!! Batu Api!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one and only place where i Reli Enjoy is with my close friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My B3 Friends....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Speaky gang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont feel at peace anywhere else..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I dont feel my home is the best place to be anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No where is the best place for me to be execpt college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In college although there are people i dont talk to, its not betrayal and control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends dont control me whom i should talk to, to whom i shoud be with and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Elsewhere................. no comments!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read between the lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I pray for a peacefull life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Or is it by staying single i would be happy? Should i remain being single?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gosh, Decision nowdays are just sooo hard to make.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/580016230232162052-1493804105308493355?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/1493804105308493355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=1493804105308493355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not experiencing the miserable days of my life.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holidays has been sooo miserable for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i just wish that i could pack my bags and go somewhere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywhere will do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that i was not just seating at home and mengeram telur....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HaHAHAH....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-2380612891079349100?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/2380612891079349100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=2380612891079349100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/2380612891079349100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/2380612891079349100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/2009/04/miserable-days.html' title='Miserable Days!!!'/><author><name>Dancing Fantasy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812410130152328890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-8424532552131588461</id><published>2009-04-29T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:22:11.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best CONCERT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have never been to a praise and worship concert before.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but on the 25th of April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;marks the best, awasome concert that i have been to before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That day will be in my diary forever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLL must be proud to have Prodigal Appostle's , so as CDM, I am soo proud that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one of the band members in the Prodigal Appostle's is actually from CDM.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cool or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The concert Rocked... Well when you have the Pro's playing wouldnt it be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was the higlight of the show. I have never ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in my life enjoyed praising Jesus @ God in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The truth is, i never thought  that praising God would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be superb and amazing, till i went for this concert.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With all my strength, i too join in the crowd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of approximately 500 youths from all over and jumped in and praised GOD. Singing to the almighty one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The praise and worship concert really was an eye opener. Gave me ideas, and i felt that i love singing tooo..... Although i know that i dont have a good voice... LOL....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But so what, Jesus doesnt care weather i have a good voice or not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am taking the initiative to do it, i am taking the initiative to praise him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am not doing it for the name and fame!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My redeemer lives in me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will not let the fire from the rally fade of in me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will keep the fire burning....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feel sooooo semangat to serve the youths OF CDM....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-8424532552131588461?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/8424532552131588461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-7217248440075350301</id><published>2009-04-24T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T06:49:03.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SfHCr8DMRrI/AAAAAAAAABY/6Lsbq3u_Wxs/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SfHCr8DMRrI/AAAAAAAAABY/6Lsbq3u_Wxs/s400/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328253894265685682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another semester gone just like that with my most 5 best friends.....&lt;div&gt;Assignments, Poster Defense, Teasing, Advising, Lepaking (eating indo mee), Stress, Stay Over,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating Eating Eating....., Exams, Tutorials, Lecture, Pontenging Class, Level 9 room...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uninvited......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As time pass by, i feel a strong bond among us, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha... well what to do? Bangsa Bangsa bersatu... has become the most important part of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday i go to colg what i look forward is for all of us to be there togather, to attend class, to makan togather and to lepak at the mamak togather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studying is besides the point!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never loved Help sooo much, the reason i love going to help nowday, is because of my best friends.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 30 mins someone could give advise (which Valerie tought wasnt a good advise)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the begining of the year, i tought that my new year was bad, i tought that i would have a bad year this year....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never expected soo much of fun, and i feel like this is the best year of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, i will feel that this are the "Days of Our lifes" we shall all walk through our memory lane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This people, has requested to make my 21st bday party theme a bollywood theme....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how would this match with my pool party?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shall make a way!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B3 Boleh!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope u guys saw that... B3 Boleh.... LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-7217248440075350301?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/7217248440075350301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=7217248440075350301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/7217248440075350301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/7217248440075350301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/2009/04/b3.html' title='B3'/><author><name>Dancing Fantasy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812410130152328890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SfHCr8DMRrI/AAAAAAAAABY/6Lsbq3u_Wxs/s72-c/DSC00153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-3512037400289444498</id><published>2009-04-24T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T06:23:35.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My worst eXperience.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After such a long time, i felt that i actually experienced anxiety!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It all started with tuesday night, i ate my dinner, and after a few hours, i drank coffee!!!Sometimes i feel that after drinking nescafe i actually have stomach problem. The only coffee that i drink i dont have any problems would be bio cafe from Aifaa house... hahaWell, i didnt get much sleep and the next morning i woke up nausea and weired feeling in my mouth....Haihz, next morning was the worst morning of my life. I was practically in HELP toilet for more that 30 mins.... yucks yucks....Anyways. what a day, i didnt even sit for my exams.. that worries me till now... What a holiday for me man!!!!Damn Damn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-3512037400289444498?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3512037400289444498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=3512037400289444498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/3512037400289444498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/3512037400289444498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-worst-experience.html' title='My worst eXperience.'/><author><name>Dancing Fantasy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812410130152328890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-501154164796217707</id><published>2009-03-09T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:45:18.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean People......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why are people mean at times? why should people be very mean at times?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a place where we practice faith, and suppose to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"forgive and forget" everything, people ae competing among each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why, why, and why? I ask the Lord,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why did he bring me to this place, where it creates a lot of hurt of me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a place, a sacred and holy place, politics are being practiced, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im so hurt with what is going on at this place, and at times, i rely feel like giving up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i question my lord, why did he choose me to be herE? why did he bring me here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He should have had a reason for putting me here in this place, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but what was his reason?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To get hurt every other time, someone passes sacarstic remarks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haihz......&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/580016230232162052-501154164796217707?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/501154164796217707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=501154164796217707' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/501154164796217707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/501154164796217707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/2009/03/mean-people.html' title='Mean People......'/><author><name>Dancing Fantasy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812410130152328890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-7284998972238382045</id><published>2009-02-16T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:37:32.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive</title><content type='html'>Itz been quite long since my last post about the problem that i have been going through.&lt;div&gt;It has not ended, and itz getting worst day by day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have made really stupid mistakes in life, and i want god to forgive me for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When jesus could forgive the people that made him die, the people that were the reason for his death, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure my loving God will forgive me for whatever i have done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure God will show me away out of this problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying not to give up with life, but i do hope that is not what he has written for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have time till March 10 to stay alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God i still have about three weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-7284998972238382045?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-310591212402277169</id><published>2009-02-16T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:30:36.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First ever valentines that i spent in a wedding.  My valentines started at 11.55pm on the 13th, when someone special came to see me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is the first valentines that i celebrated at 12midnight sharp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is also the best valentines for me since, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i attended my pet brother's wedding, and i partied till i was tired, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the best valentines ever, something that can never ever leave my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valentines has never been soo much special to me, but this year, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;celebrating valentines with someone special at 12am sharp, and being able to wish him happy Valentines was God's Valentines gift for me, but Satan too had his gift for me on Valentines night. It was actually After Valentines that my misery started till today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An unforgetable memory that i will treasure every second of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to thank God, for opening my eyes but i am also dissapointed that God opened my eyes at the very last minute. But Thank god for bringing that special person into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-310591212402277169?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/310591212402277169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=310591212402277169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/310591212402277169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/310591212402277169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-valentines.html' title='My valentines'/><author><name>Dancing Fantasy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812410130152328890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-8784090182987058189</id><published>2008-12-23T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:53:06.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brownies</title><content type='html'>It was the first time that i actually learned how to bake brownies by myself&lt;br /&gt;of course with the help of Jessie...&lt;br /&gt;We used my aunt's recipe, and the cake turned out to be a bit sour,&lt;br /&gt;Jessie, was being the person who actually knew how to modify things,&lt;br /&gt;guess what we did? We added icing on top...&lt;br /&gt;This was really my first time doing that and the only design i knew was henna....&lt;br /&gt;so that was the theme of my brownies, some indian fusion design...&lt;br /&gt;Mixture with mine and Jessie's design.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my best frenz were the testers, they were the one who had to comment on it...&lt;br /&gt;Their comments were very important to us......&lt;br /&gt;TO my  SURPRISE, they actually like it, we took a lot of photos with that...&lt;br /&gt;Cake was fine, the taste was fine, the design was something different......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-8784090182987058189?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/8784090182987058189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=8784090182987058189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/8784090182987058189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/8784090182987058189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/12/brownies.html' title='Brownies'/><author><name>Dancing Fantasy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812410130152328890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-3165669647773868607</id><published>2008-10-27T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:43:06.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Days</title><content type='html'>The time has come for me to give up everything,&lt;br /&gt;The time has come for me to say i Dowant,&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad, I feel that i cant take it anymore, all this while i was trying to hold everything up,&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant, there is up to one level only i can take everything...&lt;br /&gt;All this while, i thought that i was the everything, but today i realize, that I am not,&lt;br /&gt;How can i be with him when i am not as important as others to him?&lt;br /&gt;I feel lonely now,&lt;br /&gt;I feel unwanted,&lt;br /&gt;I feel useless,&lt;br /&gt;How can he treat me this way?&lt;br /&gt;How can he have the heart to do like this to me?&lt;br /&gt;If thats the question, I should be asking myself weather he has a heart or not!!!&lt;br /&gt;All this while, i tought i can take the hurt, but today, when i was left unwanted,&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt take it already...&lt;br /&gt;When i asked him, he said "i was waiting for you to call me"&lt;br /&gt;Why must i make the first move everything??&lt;br /&gt;Itz always me.,,, sometimes i think that he should make the effort to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Life,&lt;br /&gt;what am i suppose to do now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-3165669647773868607?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3165669647773868607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=3165669647773868607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/3165669647773868607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/3165669647773868607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/10/sad-days.html' title='Sad Days'/><author><name>Dancing Fantasy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812410130152328890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-605983677490070656</id><published>2008-10-17T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:08:20.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship</title><content type='html'>When two people, a gal and a guy is in a relationship,&lt;br /&gt;does it like sound so fun? is relationship meant to be fun?&lt;br /&gt;Well, people say, there are ups and downs in a relationship, but what if there is more downs&lt;br /&gt;then ups?&lt;br /&gt;isnt relationship has to have a balance of ups and downs?&lt;br /&gt;I would really dream to have such a relationship, but i dont,&lt;br /&gt;lucky people deserve such a relationship, as for me, i am a very unlucky person,&lt;br /&gt;i get some ups time in my relationship, but for a person like me,&lt;br /&gt;thats not enough, i feel that i deserve better, but how to&lt;br /&gt;leave a relationship without getting hurt, i just dont wanna go thru more hurt,&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna hurt the other person, being with me is a great thing for that person,&lt;br /&gt;being with him is also a great thing for me, but what happens when things change,&lt;br /&gt;i feel like just getting out from everything and running away,&lt;br /&gt;i feel like giving up everything, going somewhere, cry cry cry and cry for a long period of time&lt;br /&gt;and then come back to life (reality)&lt;br /&gt;when i come back to reality itz will hurt of course,&lt;br /&gt;stupid mistakess causes heartbreaks,&lt;br /&gt;but why doesnt people understand that?&lt;br /&gt;How many times will they repeat their stupid mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;I am just so fed up with that,&lt;br /&gt;Just when i tot he understands me the best, and he is going to be there for me and with me&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever, thats when he has to change things areound us&lt;br /&gt;make more stupid mistakes...........&lt;br /&gt;LIFE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-605983677490070656?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/605983677490070656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=605983677490070656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/605983677490070656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/605983677490070656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/10/relationship.html' title='Relationship'/><author><name>Dancing Fantasy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812410130152328890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-5627176233776381994</id><published>2008-09-30T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:38:52.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarcasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Recently, Sacarsm has been introding my life a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sacarsm is divided into three, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1)sacarsm funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2)sacarsm hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3)sacarm rude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;There is this person / individual who tries to be sacarstic to me, and i think he thinks it is funny, but little that he realize that his sacarsm is really hurtfull, there are times where i am patient with this kind of characters and i put up with them, but  there are times when i lose my temper, I dont like to loose my temper when it comes to frenz, and at places where i have my reputation, but situation forces me to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is this another individual, who is pushing me up to the wall, i have yet to loose my temper with him, but the day i loose my temper with him will be the day man that he really know who i am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;When someone is sacarstic, why do they try to cover it by laughing... well hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;what is soo funny when u pass such a rude comment which mite offend that person??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-5627176233776381994?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/5627176233776381994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=5627176233776381994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/5627176233776381994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/5627176233776381994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarcasm.html' title='Sarcasm'/><author><name>Dancing Fantasy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812410130152328890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-1519051662972883882</id><published>2008-09-30T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:19:41.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being the Eldest.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What is so great about being the eldest child????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;has anyone ever wondered???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;according to adler, his theroy says that eldest children are given a lot of  attention in thier first few years until the next child is born, soon this children will end up being waste to the society, thats what i interpret what he says...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For myself, Adler's theory is kinda true eventhough it is no validater.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When parents just fullfill what they are suppose to fullfill, and not give thier children the attention that they want, guess what happens to the child??? that child will turn up to be like me, I have no where to throw out how i feel of being the eldest child, I just hate it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If i was the only daughter and i was the eldest child, the senario will be totally different, but it is not same being in a family where there is only two daughters, guess life isnt fair at times rite....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only place i feel comfortable and i feel happy is with the people who gives me the attention that i need...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes being family, i wonder how come my own family members dont understand how i feel, i question God to this, but as usual, i wont get the answers that i want. From my childhood, i would always ask myself, why m i lonely,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my sister had cousins of her age that she could mingle with and be with, since because of the age gap, they wouldnt mix with me as they always said that i was too old to mix with them...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will never forget an incident happened in my life, ( we went for a birthday party, all my relations were there, i was again feeling lonely and i wanted to go and play with my sis and the other cousins, as they were playing and i was walking towards them, they went into the room, and slam the door on my face, i had a bruised nose for a week because of that incident) well, thats how my childhood was, the only cousin that assciated with me when i was young was Shalini, but she was living in Melaka. Because of this, i would always cry to the Lord why didnt he give me someone elder to me by one year so that once in a while i wouldnt feel lonely. But life is such la, i was ignored by my sis when my cousins were there ( this happened when i was young). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At home, parents wouldnt pamper me, wouldnt give me attention, thats why to create the attention i need at home, i would behave like i am a stupid person or crack stupid jokes so that people laugh at it. make soo much of noise, make people laugh at me......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine, i am a person who is lacked of attention, no attention is given to me, and The only person who gives me all the attention and pampering is Noel. The most important person in my life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know there are people who face things like i face, but my heart goes out to all that people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last time, when ever i go for family reunion, or family function, I will be sitting with all the adults and talking, hahaha, what a sad childhood rite, but thats how it was, i didnt have anyone to talk to, and thats why i would be sitting with people double or triple my age and talking to them, but atthat time, i was sad because of that, now, itz  like i am use to it. Whenever i hear someone going out with thier cousins for shopping or to lepak, i start tearing as i never ever had an oppurtunity like that. I am born in such a small and pethatic family, some of it is under construction, so what is there interesting in my life????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-1519051662972883882?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/1519051662972883882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=1519051662972883882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/1519051662972883882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/1519051662972883882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/09/being-eldest.html' title='Being the Eldest.....'/><author><name>Dancing Fantasy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812410130152328890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580016230232162052.post-2286814032908911505</id><published>2008-09-30T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:53:31.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Name&lt;em&gt;           : Brenda Shalini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Age             : 20 years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Add            : simple plain selangor - ish girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hobbies    : dancing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                     blogging ( current hobby) just started...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                     interacting and making new friends...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ambition: to profile people..... soon one day i think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                   to be a dancing therapist (sadly itz not available in the UK and Malaysia)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is sooo many other things to know about me... but as you read my blog, i guess u will find out more about me....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580016230232162052-2286814032908911505?l=brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/2286814032908911505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580016230232162052&amp;postID=2286814032908911505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/2286814032908911505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580016230232162052/posts/default/2286814032908911505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendashalinidancingfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/09/simple-introduction.html' title='Simple introduction'/><author><name>Dancing Fantasy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812410130152328890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KecI6tEFNYs/SQCiFiCnrJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xInfyzdVlok/S220/11062008618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
