<?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-5246250191126524768</id><updated>2011-07-08T19:06:45.867+08:00</updated><category term='Anime'/><category term='Prefect duties'/><category term='japanese here.'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Bad Luck'/><category term='Schooling Sucks'/><category term='Choir'/><category term='MapleSea'/><category term='Hospitalized'/><category term='Holiday Inn'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Camping'/><category term='Sports Day'/><title type='text'>OpenUpYourMind :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-1570942640318467696</id><published>2009-03-05T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:10:20.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schooling Sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Feeling Down</title><content type='html'>Feeling down right now. Tired ! Stressed ! Headache ! A combination to make a person someone like me sad. Haha. Well, another thing is that someone or something in my house stole my RM2.50 keropok ! hahaha. I used my pocket money to buy that including an ice cream too. No one dares to tell me the truth cause I think they'll know what I'll do to them. =X  Today was a very warm day. The heat was just indescribable. It felt like it pierced through my skin. -.- That's how warm it was just now. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay !! Another oldie song ! Wait, Air Supply isn't that old. But for me it is ! haha. Enjoy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost In Love - Air Supply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize the best part of love is the thinnest slice&lt;br /&gt;And it dont count for much&lt;br /&gt;But Im not letting go&lt;br /&gt;I believe theres still much to believe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lift your eyes if you feel you can&lt;br /&gt;Reach for a star and Ill show you a plan&lt;br /&gt;I figured it out&lt;br /&gt;What I needed was someone to show me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you cant fool me&lt;br /&gt;Ive been loving you too long&lt;br /&gt;It started so easy&lt;br /&gt;You want to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Lost in love and I dont know much&lt;br /&gt;Was I thinking aloud and fell out of touch?&lt;br /&gt;But Im back on my feet and eager to be what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lift your eyes if you feel you can&lt;br /&gt;Reach for a star and Ill show you a plan&lt;br /&gt;I figured it out&lt;br /&gt;What I needed was someone to show me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you cant fool me&lt;br /&gt;Ive been loving you too long&lt;br /&gt;It started so easy&lt;br /&gt;You want to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;You know you cant fool me&lt;br /&gt;Ive been loving you too long&lt;br /&gt;It started so easy&lt;br /&gt;You want to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Now Im lost, lost in love, lost in love, lost in love&lt;br /&gt;Now Im lost, lost in love, lost in love, lost in love&lt;br /&gt;Lost in love, lost in love, lost in love&lt;br /&gt;Lost in love, lost in love, lost in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DwennyZayne OUT !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-1570942640318467696?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/1570942640318467696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=1570942640318467696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/1570942640318467696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/1570942640318467696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2009/03/feeling-down.html' title='Feeling Down'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-6146598826721944766</id><published>2009-03-04T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:26:06.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schooling Sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Hari "_______" Sedunia</title><content type='html'>Hari "(fill in the blank)" Sedunia.. I'm guessing some people won't understand what I'm writing about. hehe. Well, in my class now, 5sc1, its some sort of catchphrase that everybody uses in class. :D  For example, Hari Menjerit Sedunia. When its world shouting day, everyone in my class will go nuts and shout. Haha. But of course, we control ourselves too. I love it when my class goes nuts. It makes me go nuts too. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every post I'll start posting lyrics of an old school song. Haha. This should be fun :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying Without Wings - Westlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's looking for that something&lt;br /&gt;One thing that makes it all complete&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it in the strangest places&lt;br /&gt;Places you never knew it could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some find it in the face of their children&lt;br /&gt;Some find it in their lover's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Who can deny the joy it brings&lt;br /&gt;When you've found that special thing&lt;br /&gt;You're flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some find it sharing every morning&lt;br /&gt;Some in their solitary lives&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it in the words of others&lt;br /&gt;A simple line can make you laugh or cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it in the deepest friendship&lt;br /&gt;The kind you cherish all your life&lt;br /&gt;And when you know how much that means&lt;br /&gt;You've found that special thing&lt;br /&gt;You're flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, impossible as they may seem&lt;br /&gt;You've got to fight for every dream&lt;br /&gt;Cos who's to know which one you let go&lt;br /&gt;Would have made you complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for me it's waking up beside you&lt;br /&gt;To watch the sunrise on your face&lt;br /&gt;To know that I can say I love you&lt;br /&gt;In any given time or place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's little things that only I know&lt;br /&gt;Those are the things that make you mine&lt;br /&gt;And it's like flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;Cos you're my special thing&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're the place my life begins&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be where it ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;And that's the joy you bring&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this lyrics. Haha. Jiwang :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DwennyZayne OUT !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-6146598826721944766?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/6146598826721944766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=6146598826721944766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/6146598826721944766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/6146598826721944766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2009/03/hari-sedunia.html' title='Hari &quot;_______&quot; Sedunia'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-5375613018746349581</id><published>2009-03-03T14:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:58:45.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MapleSea'/><title type='text'>Weird Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.maplesea.com"&gt;Maplestoryyyy !&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game I'm very addicted with. For those who played maple or still playing now. I guess you know what I'm gonna show you. It's some screenshot that I took while playing maple. I had nothing to do so I did all these stuffs. Haha. I had lots of fun playing maple with my friends :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SazSIQg8wpI/AAAAAAAAATc/i0YYt1cpFS8/s1600-h/Maple0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SazSIQg8wpI/AAAAAAAAATc/i0YYt1cpFS8/s320/Maple0094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308849100076925586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horntail at Kerning City !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SazSIVRDtHI/AAAAAAAAATU/gRULW-NNdX0/s1600-h/Maple0027+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SazSIVRDtHI/AAAAAAAAATU/gRULW-NNdX0/s320/Maple0027+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308849101352449138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Werewolf :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SazSIbO7eyI/AAAAAAAAATM/upDIrK1EllE/s1600-h/Maple0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SazSIbO7eyI/AAAAAAAAATM/upDIrK1EllE/s320/Maple0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308849102954134306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gatekeepers -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SazSIIQy7GI/AAAAAAAAATE/su0MgRy5S5Q/s1600-h/Maple0013+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SazSIIQy7GI/AAAAAAAAATE/su0MgRy5S5Q/s320/Maple0013+(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308849097861688418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Showa Male Boss. FUN !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SazSIDx8YGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/yWENxB279z0/s1600-h/Maple0008+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SazSIDx8YGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/yWENxB279z0/s320/Maple0008+(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308849096658542690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Christmas !! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-5375613018746349581?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/5375613018746349581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=5375613018746349581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/5375613018746349581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/5375613018746349581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2009/03/weird-moments.html' title='Weird Moments'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SazSIQg8wpI/AAAAAAAAATc/i0YYt1cpFS8/s72-c/Maple0094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-5440622780649852459</id><published>2009-03-01T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:49:14.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schooling Sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choir'/><title type='text'>A Comeback</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon, world ! &lt;br /&gt;It has been 4 months since I last blogged !! I guess I wasn't really into blogging now. I'm blogging now just to see how many people still reads my blog. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about school !! I'm in 5Sc1 this year. Glad to be in this class where I can still see my loyal friends. Hmm.. The post before this I mentioned about the choir money right? Well, I have some good news and bad news. Good news is that they wanted to give us the money to satisfy us who went for the choir. A notice was sent throughout the form 5 classes. It is said that the money will be given on Wednesday, 3.00pm. When everyone waited anxiously and staying back for that money, another notice was sent out during one of our class period. Notifying everyone that the money will be postponed till next week. I don't know whether that's the truth or not. Everyone was stark raving mad when they all listened to this news. What can we do? All we gotta do is wait again. For your information, we have been waiting for ages for this money ! So whoever thats in charge of this, you should had given us the money earlier. The post before this was posted on October 2008. Till now, they didn't even bothered to send us a single cent. We have been patient enough. We hope to keep our patiences till the day you give us that money. But we understand that maybe you all are to busy for us. Thanks for those who understands me and for those who think we waited too long, be patient ! you know you all can do it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-5440622780649852459?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/5440622780649852459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=5440622780649852459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/5440622780649852459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/5440622780649852459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2009/03/comeback.html' title='A Comeback'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-7409934163406410383</id><published>2008-10-15T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:34:06.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schooling Sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choir'/><title type='text'>Without money, we have no future.</title><content type='html'>Read my title and you know what I want to talk about. It's concerning about the choir in the month of July and August. (refer to my older posts) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't recieve our money yet and we WANT it now! We all are anxiously waiting for the money and most of us are desperately needing it. I hope the rumours were true saying that our payment will be around RM200++. Hopefully they won't reduce the amount. They better don't! We worked so hard all day and night, just to perform live in front of everyone including the VIP's. Please, please, we need that money! :( &lt;br /&gt;We waited for 3 months equilavent to 100 days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoooo. Omakk.. Ahhhh.. Huhuhuhu. &lt;br /&gt;This is the words that cheers me up everyday. Not only me, Elister too. :P &lt;br /&gt;Everyday in class we must say it maybe a dozen of times and we laugh the whole day long. :D  you don't want to know where i got this words. hmm.. Anyways, exams aren't over yet. After Friday, we have our own 'merdeka' celebration. FREEDOM! Good luck to all those having exams now especially to those having PMR now! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye. :) &lt;br /&gt;DwennyZayne OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-7409934163406410383?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/7409934163406410383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=7409934163406410383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/7409934163406410383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/7409934163406410383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/10/without-money-we-have-no-future.html' title='Without money, we have no future.'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-7344922909881712915</id><published>2008-10-08T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:27:23.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schooling Sucks'/><title type='text'>Final Exams!</title><content type='html'>Hooyahhh. Final exams! &lt;br /&gt;After this exam, theres only a few weeks of schooling. How fun is that? &lt;br /&gt;I won an iPod Shuffle the other day. I collected a big amount of money for the Jogeathon thingy. Actually it was my dad who collected it. Oh well. I get to keep the iPod. Unluckily it was just a 1GB iPod. huhu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SOxSrjcL0rI/AAAAAAAAANM/Wmk4dpIusT0/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SOxSrjcL0rI/AAAAAAAAANM/Wmk4dpIusT0/s320/Miaw+miaw1827.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254665773435835058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, nearly forgetting about Raya celebration. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;It was the best i've ever had. It's not like every other year, boring, boring and even more boring. Good thing there was this UGS Raya gathering at my house. Hope you all had fun at my house!! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta study now. See ya all next time. Sorry about the short post.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye. :))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-7344922909881712915?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/7344922909881712915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=7344922909881712915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/7344922909881712915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/7344922909881712915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/10/final-exams.html' title='Final Exams!'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SOxSrjcL0rI/AAAAAAAAANM/Wmk4dpIusT0/s72-c/Miaw+miaw1827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-3204246498051000971</id><published>2008-09-21T08:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T09:28:30.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prefect duties'/><title type='text'>Prefects, prefects, prefects. -.-</title><content type='html'>This year i got caught up with too many prefect 'stuffs'. Made us stressed and having headaches just doing some work for example, I'm in charge of the prefects calender to earn money for the prefect's trip. Hopefully that would happen. :) &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, been busy and lazy to do some blogging. :P &lt;br /&gt;This month is the Ramadhan month and I'm trying to make a jolly yet fun in every way. Recently, yesterday, I joined a programme at my school about making the fasting month fun and not suffering. :DD &lt;br /&gt;It starts at 12pm till 9pm. That's how long I was at school. Yes, I broke my fast at school. :) But thoroughly, it was greattt. Had fun with my friends and classmates. Food provided by JAKIM. Thanks yaaa! They gave us a gift. A small red bag with some books and a pen. Loved it! :) Those speeches and motivation by teachers from all over Kuching are the best I've ever heard and laughed my head off listening to all their jokes. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SNWiVbQSPpI/AAAAAAAAANE/gxAoJXaLUMM/s1600-h/DSC04969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SNWiVbQSPpI/AAAAAAAAANE/gxAoJXaLUMM/s320/DSC04969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248279429747195538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red bag I was telling you about. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Hari Raya Puasa!! Puasa ends and I'll eat as much as I want. =X &lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all. See ya. :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-3204246498051000971?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/3204246498051000971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=3204246498051000971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/3204246498051000971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/3204246498051000971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/09/prefects-prefects-prefects.html' title='Prefects, prefects, prefects. -.-'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SNWiVbQSPpI/AAAAAAAAANE/gxAoJXaLUMM/s72-c/DSC04969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-3490032981942809454</id><published>2008-08-27T14:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:03:45.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prefect duties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><title type='text'>Didn't expect that to happen.</title><content type='html'>That particular boy yesterday was actually migrating so teacher asked me to leave him alone. He should know better not to do any mistakes while his still schooling. Oh well, that was the end of him. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st opening theme song for Sergeant Keroro. (english translated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 2 1 Fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kero kero kero&lt;br /&gt;C'mon march foward, the invasion has just begun&lt;br /&gt;Kekero kero&lt;br /&gt;When I take an umbrella, it always some how stays sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soldier! grit your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to make the rice for the curry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I closed the door I got my finger stuck!&lt;br /&gt;And when I got on a plane, it went off the wrong way!&lt;br /&gt;My Platoon took a vacation at Planet Kero&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I guess it is cheaper just to buy dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gero Gero Gero&lt;br /&gt;Shout loudly the signal of victory&lt;br /&gt;Gegero gero&lt;br /&gt;When I dashed to the phone, it was only just a fax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the end of the Hensei era and is only the beginning of the Kero era DE ARIMASU&lt;br /&gt;Sweep in a space circular&lt;br /&gt;Fidgeting, sweating, crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tooth paste strawberry is the one to use&lt;br /&gt;Planet Kero is the best in the universe probably&lt;br /&gt;Ah 5 minutes from the station turned out to be 15&lt;br /&gt;Ah well oh well I guess a job well done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read it! it doesn't makes sense. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-3490032981942809454?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/3490032981942809454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=3490032981942809454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/3490032981942809454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/3490032981942809454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/08/didnt-expect-that-to-happen.html' title='Didn&apos;t expect that to happen.'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-6026837529183578593</id><published>2008-08-26T17:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:04:47.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prefect duties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schooling Sucks'/><title type='text'>You don't look tough at all.</title><content type='html'>Today's assembly was just ordinary. Till it was the time where all the prefects including me was doing our duty at our stations. That was the time where this incident happened. I was doing my prefect duty till this guy came up to me. So of course i had to check him from up to down before he could go. I found out that his hair was long. I asked him nicely for his 'kad pelajar' and go right back in the hall to get your name written. Then he answered me, "No, just see the teacher". &lt;strike&gt;I was like what's his problem? &lt;/strike&gt; He pushed me right away and asked me, "What if I don't?" then I answered him, "just hand it over". He asked me yet again, "What are you doing to do?". I hold him tightly on his shoulders and he threw me the card right at me. He ran off quickly after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored so that's why I'm writing this. The ones that went for the choir has training and rehersal for the Hari Merdeka Celebration so they didn't went to school this morning. How lucky. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-6026837529183578593?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/6026837529183578593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=6026837529183578593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/6026837529183578593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/6026837529183578593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-dont-look-tough-at-all.html' title='You don&apos;t look tough at all.'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-7185125984520539994</id><published>2008-08-25T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:25:13.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prefect duties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choir'/><title type='text'>Ain't joining the choir</title><content type='html'>Remember about the choir that I was joining last month? The allowance wasn't given to us yet. We thought they would at least give us right after we're done with the choir. But NOOOO! I guess we can't accept much but just wait. We are so anxious to get a single cent from them. Forget about that. &lt;br /&gt;Now there's a another choir coming soon. The choir where we have to perform for Malaysia's Independence Day. My teacher won't allow us to join because the ones that are prefects now has something going on the same day as the Independence Day. The Prefect's Camp at Camp Alapong so it will clash. How sad is that? :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday's Over. School's starting again. Hope you all out there had a fun holiday! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-7185125984520539994?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/7185125984520539994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=7185125984520539994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/7185125984520539994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/7185125984520539994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/08/aint-joining-choir.html' title='Ain&apos;t joining the choir'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-6232029438879850938</id><published>2008-08-24T20:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:09:39.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><title type='text'>Me love anime!</title><content type='html'>There was an anime and toys convention going on at the Spring. I went there just now. I just had to buy something. At least a Sergeant Keroro merchandise and I actually did! It was the very last one. RM34.50. Begged my mum for the money. My mum told me I'm still childish and love playing this kinda things. That's me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERGEANT KERORO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SLFcscriKkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9I4V2GN3rYE/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SLFcscriKkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9I4V2GN3rYE/s320/Miaw+miaw1791.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238069760291383874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SLFcsjxcazI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wHGwN5rD460/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SLFcsjxcazI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wHGwN5rD460/s320/Miaw+miaw1794.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238069762195221298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These seems like fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SLFcsyyVoDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BRYnHlX8YzY/s1600-h/DSC04858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SLFcsyyVoDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BRYnHlX8YzY/s320/DSC04858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238069766225502258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done! Looks a little freakish. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SLFctDWYbWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ychpq8eGW_k/s1600-h/DSC04862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SLFctDWYbWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ychpq8eGW_k/s320/DSC04862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238069770671648098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime Rules! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-6232029438879850938?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/6232029438879850938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=6232029438879850938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/6232029438879850938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/6232029438879850938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-love-anime.html' title='Me love anime!'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SLFcscriKkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9I4V2GN3rYE/s72-c/Miaw+miaw1791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-5316547939241136427</id><published>2008-08-15T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:15:53.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><title type='text'>All Okay!</title><content type='html'>Firstly, sorry for the very late update. Had to study, study, study. :)&lt;br /&gt;I went for a surgery. Long story so I'm not going to explain everything what did the doctor said. After that surgery, I just want to get a goodnight sleep cause while I was at the hospital I slept at 4 am. Only a 2 houts of sleep. Haha. Anyways, school wasn't fun. Boring.. haha. I love watching Sergeant Keroro! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SKVJJrZycOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/T5K5QebOqbs/s1600-h/kerorobighead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SKVJJrZycOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/T5K5QebOqbs/s320/kerorobighead.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234670572506607842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8eKAkFps30&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8eKAkFps30&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kero, kero, kero.. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-5316547939241136427?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/5316547939241136427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=5316547939241136427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/5316547939241136427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/5316547939241136427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-okay.html' title='All Okay!'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SKVJJrZycOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/T5K5QebOqbs/s72-c/kerorobighead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-1309075879301238055</id><published>2008-07-29T16:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:56:38.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hospitalized'/><title type='text'>Sick Till The Max</title><content type='html'>Add maths result was a drab for me. 44 for it. Ben's result was the highest. Today, I just got back from the hospital and I went to see a surgeon. He saw and heard everything what came out from my mouth. Had everything written down by him in my medical histories. Before I went to the hospital, I went to the shopping mall alone to get some lunch. Alone.. Back to the surgeon, he said that I had to be admitted to the hospital tomorrow. Overnight. So I won't be blogging BUT I'll be in pain. =( &lt;br /&gt;Wish me all the best and be back by the day after tomorrow. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye! &lt;br /&gt;DwennyZayne OUT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-1309075879301238055?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/1309075879301238055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=1309075879301238055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/1309075879301238055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/1309075879301238055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick-till-max.html' title='Sick Till The Max'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-2466795559460305770</id><published>2008-07-26T23:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T09:33:20.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><title type='text'>B.J Any Tits!</title><content type='html'>My Sisters' Birthday today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 26th July. &lt;br /&gt;Started in the morning. Didn't went to school today when the school has an extra schooling day today. blablabla. haha. My mum didn't want me to go to school &lt;strike&gt;cause of my constipation&lt;/strike&gt;, can't move for the whole morning. Stayed on the bed. BUT at the same time, I was planning a plan with my bro about keeping a secret while buying my sister a present. All there was the transport and the $_$. Transportation, a very helpful and convinient driver. The money, the sources all came from the one and only, my PARENTS! Good thing they were there. Afterthat, went to the Riverside. Straight away bought a RM116.50 gift from the Body Shop. Had to rush all the way to &lt;a href="http://www.thespring.com.my/"&gt;Spring&lt;/a&gt; just to see my girlfriend. :P&lt;br /&gt;Helped her bought a candle that looks like a rose from Axxess. Sweet aroma. After we bought all the presents and had ice cream. Yummm!! Reached home and I immediately got a headache. Lied on my bed with my butt hurting and swallowing panadol. By the time my sister got back, my secret blewed. When somebody told my sister that I went to Spring. -.- &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I didn't tell her what we bought for her :) &lt;br /&gt;Soon after my girlfriend and his bro reached my house, it was raining. &lt;strike&gt;Weird weather.&lt;/strike&gt; How unlucky was that. Oh ya, my sister held the party at the &lt;a href="http://www.catscity.net/?p=504"&gt;Sarawak River Cruise&lt;/a&gt;. Fun eyh? We were in the boat at 7pm. Crowded with family and friends. Fun filled. I'll just show the pictures and let the pictures tell the whole story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIvJARWLbMI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZBWJYshcymk/s1600-h/DSCF6073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIvJARWLbMI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZBWJYshcymk/s320/DSCF6073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227492798987201730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIvKNmy58QI/AAAAAAAAALg/Lca0zy1DKa4/s1600-h/DSCF6084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIvKNmy58QI/AAAAAAAAALg/Lca0zy1DKa4/s320/DSCF6084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227494127594762498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My driver became the M.C for that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIvKN5wwlRI/AAAAAAAAALo/3W6VCe484s4/s1600-h/DSCF6088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIvKN5wwlRI/AAAAAAAAALo/3W6VCe484s4/s320/DSCF6088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227494132686034194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummmm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIvMVWOMrtI/AAAAAAAAALw/vbGtUyqUHrs/s1600-h/DSCF6102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIvMVWOMrtI/AAAAAAAAALw/vbGtUyqUHrs/s320/DSCF6102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227496459608043218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIvMVqZlFwI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_3b-NjY986s/s1600-h/DSCF6131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIvMVqZlFwI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_3b-NjY986s/s320/DSCF6131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227496465024489218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The City of Lights, Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByeBye!&lt;br /&gt;DwennyZayne OUT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-2466795559460305770?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/2466795559460305770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=2466795559460305770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/2466795559460305770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/2466795559460305770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/07/bj-any-tits.html' title='B.J Any Tits!'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIvJARWLbMI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZBWJYshcymk/s72-c/DSCF6073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-8426067827445084466</id><published>2008-07-25T13:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:48:15.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choir'/><title type='text'>Everything kills</title><content type='html'>5 days without blogging. Very sorry. This week was my test and I think I'm going to fail at least 5 subjects. How smart can I be? Not as smart as a 5th grader. lol. There's a reason why I'm going to fail for my monthly test. The reason is Choir! Monday wasn't that bad. That night was the full rehersal for the choir. It was crazy I tell you! Tuesday. The real night where we had to stand for hours and hours in front of Pehin Sri Dr. Haji Abdul Taib bin Mahmud, Datuk Patinggi Tan Sri Datuk Amar Alfred Jabu and many more. We weren't really allowed to even sit down. Regret being in the choir. Suffer, torture, ignorance, everything, you name it. At the same time, I was suffering constipation. Not enough water and fibre. &lt;strike&gt;PAIN! Save me!!&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Butt hurting here. =( &lt;br /&gt;I'll just post some pictures for you all out there before I go ahead and rest in my comfy bed. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIl1_MpeofI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PdCYEj7P9vU/s1600-h/Fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIl1_MpeofI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PdCYEj7P9vU/s320/Fireworks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226838571127579122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooolala.. Fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIl1_CaZFZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CD0TD2r5ZMk/s1600-h/Grenade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIl1_CaZFZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CD0TD2r5ZMk/s320/Grenade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226838568379946386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the explosion after the show is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIl1_YIzOdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/bxUKUMampzg/s1600-h/Faisal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIl1_YIzOdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/bxUKUMampzg/s320/Faisal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226838574211742162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One In A Million winner. Faizal Tahir. With his performance that Tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIl1_vjg3gI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BXEMTZbrw_w/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIl1_vjg3gI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BXEMTZbrw_w/s320/Miaw+miaw1750.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226838580497800706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANY MANY FUN! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIl1_-712eI/AAAAAAAAALE/3q1OgzBc8ZA/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIl1_-712eI/AAAAAAAAALE/3q1OgzBc8ZA/s320/Miaw+miaw1760.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226838584626371042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarawak MAJU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-8426067827445084466?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/8426067827445084466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=8426067827445084466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/8426067827445084466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/8426067827445084466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/07/everything-kills.html' title='Everything kills'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SIl1_MpeofI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PdCYEj7P9vU/s72-c/Fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-4521406985059064866</id><published>2008-07-15T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:53:16.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schooling Sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choir'/><title type='text'>Our Fault</title><content type='html'>Today was complicated. First, it starts out like any normal day. Got our new prefect duties posted out on the board. I get to duty at the gate nearby the fountain. That's in the morning, break time, I duty at Lower 6A2 class. Nobody inside to take care of. The whole day was absolutely ordinary. Until the time when my EST teacher came in and announce that she will give 10 demerits and 2 times the 'rotan' to those who didn't pass up their book on time. For those who did, and didn't finish the homework and notes, they'll get 5 demerits and 1 time the 'rotan'. That teacher is pretty lame. But I can't do anything. It's her rules. Everyone was like shock to see that so many people was in that demerit list. Including me. Forget about it. I've done my work and she said I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir!&lt;br /&gt;Marians and Thomains filled the school hall today. Singing a brand new 'etnik' song. Filled with glory, pride, and the freedom of our Malaysia. There was songs from the Melayu, Melanau, Chinese, and Iban. A big community full of different races. I'm poofed out from all that singing this afternoon and now I just got home from my Chemistry tuition. Feeling cramps and hurting everywhere. Gotta sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye! &lt;br /&gt;Sayonara! &lt;br /&gt;P.S Don't forget to read the post before this ya, Ben. Hoping to see your reaction. &lt;br /&gt;DwennyZayne OUT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-4521406985059064866?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/4521406985059064866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=4521406985059064866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/4521406985059064866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/4521406985059064866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-fault.html' title='Our Fault'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-3876802831844299277</id><published>2008-07-13T07:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:51:42.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camping'/><title type='text'>Ants worships my mum</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, too tired to blog. Sorry about that. Science Camp was going on yesterday. Worn out. Barely can open my eyes. Science Camp was held at Stutong Park with SMK St. Thomas students. Form 1, form 2, form 3, form 4 and lastly lower 6 students. The afternoon session was divided between the morning session. So it'll group 1 and 2. Group 2, that was where I was in, went through the trail into the forest right after a small briefing from the people that were in charge of the forest.&lt;br /&gt;Outside the briefing room, there was a decorated trunk. Weird looking trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHlEPK6MN2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8KoTYv0_rAA/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHlEPK6MN2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8KoTYv0_rAA/s320/Miaw+miaw1710.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222280270329952098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trail was fun and I took pictures that actually resembles like a place where 'Ben' would live. Let me show it to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHlEPQPdgsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/C2D4ymxAc1A/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHlEPQPdgsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/C2D4ymxAc1A/s320/Miaw+miaw1713.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222280271761343170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place for Ben to wash up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHlEPshmO4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/5ObZPV08yWg/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHlEPshmO4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/5ObZPV08yWg/s320/Miaw+miaw1715.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222280279353604994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A natural juice bar for Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHlEP_Q8bUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GGR29_-5qJg/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHlEP_Q8bUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GGR29_-5qJg/s320/Miaw+miaw1719.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222280284384030018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's hideout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHlEQGVCYxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/oLf896GbTU8/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHlEQGVCYxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/oLf896GbTU8/s320/Miaw+miaw1722.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222280286280246034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where Ben get his source of water from. Since there is no water nearby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be a different thing. I'm gonna find a way to have some fun. I can't go for the choir today. So don't expect to see me there later. Need to go now. Time for BREAKFAST! See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye!&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;DwennyZayne OUT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-3876802831844299277?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/3876802831844299277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=3876802831844299277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/3876802831844299277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/3876802831844299277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/07/ants-worships-my-mum.html' title='Ants worships my mum'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHlEPK6MN2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8KoTYv0_rAA/s72-c/Miaw+miaw1710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-9002278938325307906</id><published>2008-07-11T23:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:52:40.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prefect duties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choir'/><title type='text'>Be The Sky</title><content type='html'>Today. A normal day. Just that today is my last day to duty at the "amazing store room". Byebye stinking 50 year old store and say hello to a new place to duty. Carved my seniors' name onto the cement there with an axe which only my senior and I knows where it is. "Cheap Cement". As memories for his last year here since he is going to Selangor next year. Wish him all the best. &lt;br /&gt;I got a new nickname today. Made from my good friends in class. It's called "A.O.K" in bahasa sarawak means yes. But it stands for "Anak Orang Kaya". Literally meaning "the child of a rich person". Which I'm so not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Choir - National Days' Celebration&lt;br /&gt;Before I had to go for the choir, I had to go for the prefects' group meeting. The seniors complaint, re-teach us from scratch, and not polite enough in front of the seniors. I did what I was told, and I'll do whatever it takes. &lt;br /&gt;2.45pm&lt;br /&gt;The meeting adjourned. The first thing I saw in the hall was a group of St. Mary girls singing the choir with us. Wasn't suprised. lol. Anyways, I was playing most of my time with Ben behind all the crowd in front of us rather than singing along with the choir. Learned a few new songs today. There weren't any exact title for the song yet. I'll wait and see. To keep updated. I had lots of fun and I'll have even more fun tomorrow. I'll be going to the Science Camp at Stutong Park. So, I gotta sleep now. See ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye! &lt;br /&gt;Sayonara! &lt;br /&gt;DwennyZayne, OUT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-9002278938325307906?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/9002278938325307906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=9002278938325307906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/9002278938325307906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/9002278938325307906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/07/be-sky.html' title='Be The Sky'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-8946980302402352701</id><published>2008-07-10T22:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:52:56.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schooling Sucks'/><title type='text'>Wonderful, Awesome!</title><content type='html'>Today was amazingly fun. Hard to believe but ya, it was fun. Especially at school. Biology, Maths, Add maths was extremely boring. I managed to escaped my maths class. I went to a photo session for my LEO club of St. Thomas since I'm the V. President. Too bad I don't have any pictures of it yet. Wait till the school yearbook gets publish. Can't wait for it to reveal. But imagine me wearing that, sitting down, facing at the camera while under the hot blazing sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHYeRxtSyEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ctsXYmr4JmE/s1600-h/DSC04702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHYeRxtSyEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ctsXYmr4JmE/s320/DSC04702.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221394108732590146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my LEO club St Thomas vest for 2007. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought of kissing? Kissing as in a kiss between a girlfriend and boyfriend kinda thing. Well, for my case, I can't do it anytime till I'm married. I wish I could enjoy a doze of a single kiss. Just a single kiss is all I need. &lt;br /&gt;All I can do now is to wait. Nevermind. For now, hugs and holding hands is good enough for me. Be patient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHYn__u2ZdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/eYVCOWStcBg/s1600-h/1415057644_86360a3b56_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHYn__u2ZdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/eYVCOWStcBg/s320/1415057644_86360a3b56_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221404798375847378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByeBye! &lt;br /&gt;Sayonara! &lt;br /&gt;DwennyZayne OUT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-8946980302402352701?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/8946980302402352701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=8946980302402352701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/8946980302402352701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/8946980302402352701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/07/lonely-soul.html' title='Wonderful, Awesome!'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHYeRxtSyEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ctsXYmr4JmE/s72-c/DSC04702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-2648140893475732266</id><published>2008-07-09T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:53:23.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schooling Sucks'/><title type='text'>Nothing special</title><content type='html'>Today I got 5 demerits from my Add maths teacher for not doing my work in time. I just finished doing it 5 minutes ago. Graphs, statistics, mode, mean, median, bla bla bla. &lt;br /&gt;Not only that, today was our phototaking shoot for our school magazine. My class went there earlier and had to wait for the class before us to finish taking their photos. By the time my class was next, the teacher had to arrange us. I wanted to sit in front, but noooo.. Somebody else took my place. I had to stand at the last row. On top of a chair. I look so tall in that picture. After 3 takes of photos for the school magazine, my teacher who is in charge of the camera taking said 'free-stlye'. Once he said that, everyone went from good, dicispline students to a free, insane students caught on camera. Posing. &lt;br /&gt;At tuition, my add maths teacher wasn't in a good mood just now. He scolded my friend, Nealdy, till he just can't say anything else. I feel ya, nealdy. By the way nealdy, good luck for the debating team ya. Hope that St. Thomas wins. I was sleeping the whole way through tuition just now. But while I was sleeping, I did listened to the teacher at the same time. :)  &lt;br /&gt;Belajar sambil tidur. That's a new one. &lt;br /&gt;Alright. I guess that's all. &lt;br /&gt;ByeBye. &lt;br /&gt;Sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;DwennyZayne, OUT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-2648140893475732266?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/2648140893475732266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=2648140893475732266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/2648140893475732266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/2648140893475732266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/07/nothing-special.html' title='Nothing special'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-8870950673523146555</id><published>2008-07-08T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:52:58.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schooling Sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choir'/><title type='text'>I learned something today</title><content type='html'>I learnt how to talk and to be polite today in my school assembly this morning. First things first, Mr Chai Kim Chin thought us all a good lesson about being polite and talking in Bahasa Malaysia gracefully. Thanks for those tips Mr. Chai. Appreciated it. Eventhough some of us didn't listen to a thing you said. &lt;br /&gt;I was on prefect duty today at the assembly hall. The teacher from the prefectorial board was happy with our performance. Thankfully. Our Seniors was like clapping for all of us. The dicisplinary teachers locked the toilet door because students kept running away from the assembly which they had to attend to. So those who was locked in that toilet, well, tough luck! &lt;br /&gt;Choir! &lt;br /&gt;Singing was fun. Learnt another new song today. The title was "Nyalaan Tekad". Got my body measured just now. For the a new uniform for the choir. The person who measured us said that I got the same measurements as Ben. She said we're like brothers. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thats all. &lt;br /&gt;Byebye. &lt;br /&gt;Sayonara. &lt;br /&gt;DwennyZayne. OUT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-8870950673523146555?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/8870950673523146555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=8870950673523146555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/8870950673523146555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/8870950673523146555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-learned-something-today.html' title='I learned something today'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-5183999507982866737</id><published>2008-07-07T20:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:55:39.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choir'/><title type='text'>Everyone Must Know How To Sing</title><content type='html'>Well, by what my title says, you can tell its something to do with singing. Today, the first choir training was done at my school hall. Fun, noisy, and patriotic. All in together. We got almost 150 members. 124 members to be exact. Patriotic songs, not Negaraku though, but its &lt;a href="http://www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/norsheila_amin/dirgahayu_tanahair_ku-lyrics-1214249.html"&gt;"Dirgahayu Tanah Airku"&lt;/a&gt; and "Malaysia Gemilang". The songs aren't that bad. The instructor made us sing the high note and low notes together as a warm up. My school hall wasn't that appropriate. It was so stuffy and torturing. But, I can't complain either. This songs that we're going to sing will be for the Malaysia's National Day. We're going to be on T.V. The whole of Malaysia will get to see us Sarawakian's doing our best. Last 2 years, when I was form 2, schools from Sarawak trained for a Field Formation for the National Day in that year. We had to overnight at my school just to get in time for the National Day celebration. Woke up at 3 am just to get a decent shower. Well, to be honest, i had my shower in the middle of the field where it was cold and windy. Others were like showering at the toilet. We were like monkeys running around. But it was worth it for a 3 month preparation for that single day cause we did quite well. Let me show you some pictures of that particular day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHIRNYmCP2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Zj3V4C6wUDE/s1600-h/51865729183l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHIRNYmCP2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Zj3V4C6wUDE/s320/51865729183l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220253839713779554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHIRNfkJKOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ggnP1GakEPM/s1600-h/301647744621l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHIRNfkJKOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ggnP1GakEPM/s320/301647744621l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220253841584892130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;ByeBye. Sayonara. &lt;br /&gt;DwennyZayne OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;P/S Still doing some adjustments for my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-5183999507982866737?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/5183999507982866737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=5183999507982866737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/5183999507982866737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/5183999507982866737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/07/everyone-sings.html' title='Everyone Must Know How To Sing'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SHIRNYmCP2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Zj3V4C6wUDE/s72-c/51865729183l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-4785722619650219278</id><published>2008-06-30T15:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:56:16.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prefect duties'/><title type='text'>Don't Be Stupid</title><content type='html'>Another new day, another day full of happiness. :) &lt;br /&gt;Today was good. Had my name listed on the list of the new upcoming prefects. Now I'm officially a junior prefect for my school. The prefect organisation in my school is very systematic, very dicispline and to be exact, insane. But to be a prefect in my school is really something important for me. If I got any ranking in the organisation than just being a normal prefect, that would be better. Anyways, my group was in the Group 3. There are 3 groups and I'm in one of the best among 3 of it. No offence, ben. :P Tomorrow is my first prefectorial meeting. ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;Other than this prefect thingy, nothing much happened at school. Same old same old.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting. lol. But I did pulled Bernard's neck tie till it went terribly small. Who ask you to do that to me?? hahaha. xD &lt;br /&gt;This is where I stop. &lt;br /&gt;DwennyZayne, OUT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye. &lt;br /&gt;sayonara. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-4785722619650219278?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/4785722619650219278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=4785722619650219278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/4785722619650219278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/4785722619650219278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-be-stupid.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Stupid'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-45806102430368242</id><published>2008-06-29T08:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:57:14.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prefect duties'/><title type='text'>I'm innocent</title><content type='html'>Blogging hasn't been my favourite thing in this month of June. Apparently sick, going to catch a cold, and so on. All these sickness came to me, when I started to join for my school prefects team. They made these activities for 3 days straight. Wednesday, the interview between students and the dicispline teachers while the other students thats coming up next is in quarantine. I got interviewed by those easy-to-answer teachers. Thankfully. Thursday, the prefects examination. Objectives and situation based questions. Wasn't that hard. From my opinion that is. Friday, the last day, the orientation with full of station games. One of my favourite one was when my group had to dipped our hands into the filthy, disgusting bucket full of sand, chicken feet, chicken heart, chicken liver, chicken egg and monopoly hotels. We had to find the rocks that were hidden inside the bucket full of those crap. The girls had a hard time putting their hands in. It was so funny. :X  In the end of the day, my group had to dance the &lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uf0Y5JKQHQk&amp;feature=related"&gt;'poco-poco'&lt;/a&gt; in front of everyone there. Ridiculous. I wished I had pictures of that current day. Sorry all. :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting a day out with my one and only. &lt;br /&gt;Trying to. &lt;br /&gt;ByeBye. &lt;br /&gt;Sayonara. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-45806102430368242?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/45806102430368242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=45806102430368242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/45806102430368242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/45806102430368242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-innocent.html' title='I&apos;m innocent'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-6011491216685911600</id><published>2008-05-25T21:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:58:05.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Luck'/><title type='text'>BlackOut.</title><content type='html'>Here's a new one. Imagine a blackout when you were watching a movie in the cinemas. Air-con turned off, the movie rolling, stuffy air, and the inconvinience of your surroundings. Besides that, the awful odour of people around us. It means you, Ben. hahaha. The whole building was dark, crowded, gengsters roaming around finding trouble, lift was working and no fresh air. &lt;br /&gt;The cinema was in total darkness. It was lucky that they had back up generators for the cinema. But I suffered in there for 2 hours 30 minutes with the price of RM10. Its too bad I didn't get a refund when I had the chance. Oh well, I rather watch the movie then  without watching the ending. RM10 goes a long way. &lt;br /&gt;The movie that I watched just now was 'The Chronicles Of Narnia : Prince Caspian'. At first, I was blurr with the storyline in the beggining. Then, slowly i got along with the story and remembering some of the parts of the first movie. The White Witch which was defeated by the young and courageous youngsters. lol. Wanna read more about it? &lt;br /&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0499448/plotsummary  enjoy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday yesterday. xD &lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed a fun filled party. At the Heritage Cafe. Posting pictures from the party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SDl2hTJayQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oPzZt9akusc/s1600-h/CHICKEN+SURPRISE+%3B).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SDl2hTJayQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oPzZt9akusc/s320/CHICKEN+SURPRISE+%3B).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204321158850857218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SDl2iDJayRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Ro8jVYHOJ9A/s1600-h/IMG_3639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SDl2iDJayRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Ro8jVYHOJ9A/s320/IMG_3639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204321171735759122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SDl2jTJaySI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wr17dBTSmGg/s1600-h/IMG_3647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SDl2jTJaySI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wr17dBTSmGg/s320/IMG_3647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204321193210595618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-6011491216685911600?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/6011491216685911600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=6011491216685911600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/6011491216685911600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/6011491216685911600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/05/blackout.html' title='BlackOut.'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SDl2hTJayQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oPzZt9akusc/s72-c/CHICKEN+SURPRISE+%3B).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-5663889149300145926</id><published>2008-05-15T13:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:58:54.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Indi! hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lPTJ4v6KPrg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lPTJ4v6KPrg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the release of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. Can't wait for it. 22nd May! but its stil exam. darn it. INDI!! hahahahhahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-5663889149300145926?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/5663889149300145926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=5663889149300145926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/5663889149300145926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/5663889149300145926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/05/indi-hahaha.html' title='Indi! hahaha'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-152907727103130254</id><published>2008-05-14T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:00:26.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schooling Sucks'/><title type='text'>Deserved to be alive</title><content type='html'>English exam was great. lol. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened yet. the usual. lalalala. Hopefully something 'fantastic' will happen. :D&lt;br /&gt;gotta study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ðwëññÿ =Þ out.. &lt;br /&gt;ByeBye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-152907727103130254?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/152907727103130254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=152907727103130254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/152907727103130254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/152907727103130254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/05/deserved-to-be-alive.html' title='Deserved to be alive'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-2824258683021022703</id><published>2008-05-13T12:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:01:28.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schooling Sucks'/><title type='text'>AntsDoLoveMe!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I didn't post for the last 3 days. Was studying like shit and was out to Lundu last weekend because my parents company held a family day there. No laptop, no wifi. absolutely nothing. Oh well, at least today I get to blog today. :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some pics here and the captions from the Retreat, Lundu. Most of the pics are in the CyberShot camera. I only have the one thats in my hp. Sorry ya. The camera on this phone doesn't has a high quality camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCkeYkvQgmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/DPJCnNGC3Zo/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1646+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCkeYkvQgmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/DPJCnNGC3Zo/s320/Miaw+miaw1646+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199720652303532642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mazda Fighter is my dad's car drove by my uncle, the middle one is my dad's car drove by my grandpa, the right one is my cousin's one. =D The car I was in is the Proton Perdana Executive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCkeZEvQgnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PX2CfXTOpU4/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1652+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCkeZEvQgnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PX2CfXTOpU4/s320/Miaw+miaw1652+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199720660893467250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis, eating jambu's the whole 2-3 hours drive to Lundu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;The day where my exams starts and the day I'm going to suffer. Today's exam was a torture. Save me! Woke up 4am just to study this things. Hardly got some sleep. &lt;br /&gt;By the time I reached school, I saw Andrew, Felix, Elister, and Daniel there. All scared about the exam later. Bio books was all over the place. lol. I was busy talking  to Elister, all of a sudden, there was a bird crashing into the window right next to Andrew and Felix. Then all were in sudden shocked. I was like, its just a bird, pick it up and see its injured or not. Then Andrew went to find a stick to poke it. Then I just went there and just picked the bird up. The legs was injured. I felt sad for it. So I just left it on the table. Let it rest. That bird was Cute! haha. But, it almost shit on me. lol. Then my teacher, Cikgu Yusof, took the bird and showed it to his son thats on his way to the primary school. He didn't give me back the bird though. sobs! I don't know where he put that bird. But all I know is he will put it in a safe place where theres no harm. :) &lt;br /&gt;Right after that, I went to the classroom. Actually its not a classroom anymore. More like a Science Lab! haha. Biology paper 1 started and I started to get nervous with all the  questions I saw. So far so good. =D Next, Biology paper 2 started. Did great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at home, blogging and ants are loving me! haha. Thats all for today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByeBye! &lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-2824258683021022703?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/2824258683021022703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=2824258683021022703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/2824258683021022703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/2824258683021022703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/05/antsdoloveme.html' title='AntsDoLoveMe!'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCkeYkvQgmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/DPJCnNGC3Zo/s72-c/Miaw+miaw1646+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-5743200880133003540</id><published>2008-05-09T23:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:25:32.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schooling Sucks'/><title type='text'>Missing In Action</title><content type='html'>11.00pm &lt;br /&gt;Sitting down on my dinner chair with my lappie on the dinner table. Drinking ice tea and leaving a plate of grapes right beside my lappie. haha. bored. thats all. No feelings or such are there in me right now. Staying up late. Thinking of something to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Trying to think of something again. What to do? thats the question in my mind now. Thought of something while watching Indiana Jones : The Reader Of the Lost Arc. Then all of a sudden, I thought of what happened at school. It reminded me about the incident yesterday concerning about 'Daniel' and today. My friend drew a picture that actually shows all about Daniel's life. From primary school till now. From the coconut head 'Palak Betty Pecah' (Betty's head explode) till the well known pants of his, 'Bee Loon', and mostly the car that the father drives everyday which I never seen it cleaned before and the sticker with the word 'SPARCO' on it. That's what I call a life thats so well known for its trademarks. Well, theres a catch for it, don't ever try to say these things in front of him. Otherwise, you're dead! I've warned you. I'll show you a picture that represents all his life. A picture revealing his every mistake, his every nickname, his every incidents and even his own     parents are in the picture. Awww, how sweet. Well, it sounds a little like insultation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCSB-NjJmZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/POTh4JGGwj4/s1600-h/DSC039554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCSB-NjJmZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/POTh4JGGwj4/s320/DSC039554.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198422775681358226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.00am&lt;br /&gt;Nightline news is on the tele now. The prices of rice are simply raised by the nation. Stocks of rice are insufficient in some countries. A robber was shot dead while trying to kill a police with his 'parang'. At that time, he was drunk and the police gave him warnings before they shot him. Ads today on tele are boring. Its getting lamer every month. lol. OMG, I'm getting hungry every minute after I saw that McDonald's ad. haha. Big Mac! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30am&lt;br /&gt;Watching Mcgyver. One of my favourite fiction show. haha. Oh crap, that's cool. haha. I never think of that before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCR5fNjJmWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vgf5eBKdUjI/s1600-h/mcgyver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCR5fNjJmWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vgf5eBKdUjI/s320/mcgyver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198413447012391266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the furthest I want to write. &lt;br /&gt;haha. byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara! &lt;br /&gt;ByeBye! :D &lt;br /&gt;Ðwëññÿ =Þ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-5743200880133003540?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/5743200880133003540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=5743200880133003540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/5743200880133003540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/5743200880133003540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/05/missing-in-action.html' title='Missing In Action'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCSB-NjJmZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/POTh4JGGwj4/s72-c/DSC039554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-6127298510338448319</id><published>2008-05-08T13:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:26:21.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schooling Sucks'/><title type='text'>The Day When Evil Comes</title><content type='html'>Today was an abnormal one indeed. When I saw my watch telling me its 6 in the morning. I could tell that today is going to be a weird day but some fun at the same time too. It sounds weird but I had that sunken feeling that revolves around me.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I reached school, it was still dark, and it was 6.40am. nothing happened yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in my class, 4S1. Fun, interesting, and the worst form 4 class ever. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st and 2nd period, Bio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bio teacher was like smiling and happy about something. she just seems happy and jolly today. thats the weird thing. she never laugh or make jokes this often. that wasn't it, her jokes are damn lame.. hahaha. no sense of humour. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd and 4th period, Add maths.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting or whatsoever. Did my own homework. Sat down quietly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my classmates was playing with the large window in my classroom. Outside the window was a long platform where you can actually walk on it. So with his daring act, climbed out of the window with no reason. how stupid was that. hmm. &lt;br /&gt;In the end, he got caught for climbing out from the window. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5th period, Chemistry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened. Chemical Compounds. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The 6th period, supposed to be English, but was took over by my EST teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Here's where the weird stuffs happened. I mean 'evil' stuffs. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;My classmate, Daniel Tan (which everyone seem to hate) loves to go out of my classroom just to take some air. But today he often went in and out. Teacher wasn't in that time. Then, when 'boy x' wanted to take the attendance, in case someone escaped the EST period. Before 'boy x' took the attendance, he locked the door to not let the escaped students get in. Daniel was the only one left outside because he went to the toilet without telling anyone, not even 'boy x'. So, without even knocking the door and his raging temper, he kicked the door with his awesome might of his foot. The glass door shattered and it broke to pieces. Great sound effect though. XD At the time the  glass shattered, I was under the table annoying my fellow friends. =P &lt;br /&gt;Soon after that, it was ring bell, and the EST teacher came in. She thought the period starts at 11.30am so she came in late. Besides my EST teacher there, the dicispline teacher went in too. Same goes with the Principal after 5 mins the dicispline teacher arrived. He didn't said much because our class is one of the worst form 4 classes around. How lucky we are able to be in 4S1. =D &lt;br /&gt;Daniel and 'boy x' went out to see the principal and explained everything, and I mean everything.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7th period, Maths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maths teacher saw the door, and she was like 'wtf'. haha. But she didn't actualu said that. She also said something about Daniel being a hot-tempered person. "God made us like this", she said. Well, thats true. 'Boy X' can be blame for this too. Both are too blamed. haha. Sorry 'boy x'. thats the truth. Then Daniel's father and the principal went to see the door, to see hows the door condition. It was bad. lol. Pieces of glass everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The 8th period, Bahasa Malaysia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BM teacher came in and just walk through the glass door, since it was shattered and all leaving the frame of the door. With his laptop in hand, he smiled and laughed while walking through the door. haha. &lt;br /&gt;We all thought he would scold us or something, instead he gave us work, made jokes, and laughter filled all over the class. No lecture, no scolding, no nothing because he knows hows Daniel attitude. Alhamdulillah. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violence isn't everything you know. haha. oh well, Daniel never learns that lesson. &lt;br /&gt;yalaaa. selalu guna "Bee Loon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCKVzqb4VOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Qxw8DLvRmPM/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCKVzqb4VOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Qxw8DLvRmPM/s320/Miaw+miaw1645.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197881634736067810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCKV0Kb4VPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nvcBGjkeqYc/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCKV0Kb4VPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nvcBGjkeqYc/s320/Miaw+miaw1643.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197881643326002418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of the glasses broke from the glass door Daniel kicked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCKV0Kb4VQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3OEu4CCwPCY/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCKV0Kb4VQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3OEu4CCwPCY/s320/Miaw+miaw1642.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197881643326002434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my finger got cut when holding the glass to take some pics. sobs. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-6127298510338448319?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/6127298510338448319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=6127298510338448319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/6127298510338448319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/6127298510338448319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-when-evil-comes.html' title='The Day When Evil Comes'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCKVzqb4VOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Qxw8DLvRmPM/s72-c/Miaw+miaw1645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-8180696636774112387</id><published>2008-05-07T16:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:27:26.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Day'/><title type='text'>I think I've changed, for the good that is.</title><content type='html'>I'm standing here, all lonely. thinking to myself, how am i going to live a day with all these commotions around me. I see everything in life, it leads me to something that I think and miss the most, and I know what you're thinking. the love of my life. but thats just not it, friends, studies, and frequently eating. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's just those nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time I didn't update my blog. Sorry about that. :(&lt;br /&gt;Been busy, and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life UPDATE!&lt;br /&gt;4 months seems long, but it actually move faster than I expected. darn it, why couldn't time be a little slow.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, here goes. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the annual Sports Day was held at the jubilee ground on the 26 -27 March 2008. Nothing much happened there. So we got kinda bored, so we escaped to the nearest shopping centre there. What loyal students we are to the school. haha. and we took some pics during the sports day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCF0dab4VNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NVOa1n2ed2c/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCF0dab4VNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NVOa1n2ed2c/s320/Miaw+miaw1612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197563493623551186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCF0c6b4VMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tgNl1HZNXQo/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCF0c6b4VMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tgNl1HZNXQo/s320/Miaw+miaw1606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197563485033616578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[left]see all those flags? each flag represents each team. I'm in the blue one. Noel. The team that won most of the events and got the highest points. Lucky to be in it. =P&lt;br /&gt;[right] classmates of mine. =D the one thats one the left is Ben, middle, Elister, right, Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next of all, my LEO club organised a day trip to the Matang wildlife centre like somewhere around April. Well, when you read the word 'wildlife' all you can think about is animals and blablabla. haha. It was quite boring. Nothing interesting. zz. But I have to respect mother nature too. So we brought brooms, dustpans to clean the pathways along the wildlife centre. Kinda fun, but tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCFze6b4VJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zqvffxzKiO4/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 205px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCFze6b4VJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zqvffxzKiO4/s320/Miaw+miaw1620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197562419881727122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pic of an 'orang utan'  in the wildlife centre. It reminded me of my friend. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCFzfab4VKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/oOHVzi7ub3M/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCFzfab4VKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/oOHVzi7ub3M/s320/Miaw+miaw1622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197562428471661730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back to school right after we're done with the cleaning of the wildlife. Those 2 are my friends that came and help me with the cleaning. the one in the black shirt, Alvin, the blue one, Ronald. (smart ass) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCFzf6b4VLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-NywEgMeAec/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCFzf6b4VLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-NywEgMeAec/s320/Miaw+miaw1634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197562437061596338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got back home, my mom brought me to the Spring. Theres a supermarket name Ta Kiong. weird name eyh? haha. Since my family love Vegood so much, so we bought a bunch of it.  almost slipped my phone while taking this pic. Lucky day. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all. I'll try to update it more often ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByeBye.&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dn Loves Ty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-8180696636774112387?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/8180696636774112387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=8180696636774112387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/8180696636774112387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/8180696636774112387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-think-ive-changed-for-good-that-is.html' title='I think I&apos;ve changed, for the good that is.'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/SCF0dab4VNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NVOa1n2ed2c/s72-c/Miaw+miaw1612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-1172072786142913894</id><published>2008-01-29T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:57:03.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously? Hmm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; DELTA GOODREM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost Here&lt;br /&gt;With Brian McFadden&lt;br /&gt;(Delta Goodrem, Brian McFadden, Guy Chambers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian:&lt;br /&gt;Did I hear you right?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I thought you said&lt;br /&gt;Let's think it over&lt;br /&gt;You have been my life&lt;br /&gt;And I never planned&lt;br /&gt;Growing old without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows bleeding through the light&lt;br /&gt;Where the love once shined so bright&lt;br /&gt;Came without a reason&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go on us tonight&lt;br /&gt;Love's not always black and white&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I always loved you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delta:&lt;br /&gt;But when I need you&lt;br /&gt;You're almost here&lt;br /&gt;And I know that's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm close to tears&lt;br /&gt;'cause your only almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian:&lt;br /&gt;I would change the world&lt;br /&gt;If I had a chance&lt;br /&gt;Oh won't you let me&lt;br /&gt;Treat me like a child&lt;br /&gt;Throw your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;Oh please protect me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian &amp;amp; Delta:&lt;br /&gt;Bruise and battered by your words&lt;br /&gt;Days are shattered, how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Brian:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, haven't I always loved you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delta:&lt;br /&gt;But when I need you&lt;br /&gt;You're almost here&lt;br /&gt;And I know that's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm close to tears&lt;br /&gt;'cause your only almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian &amp;amp; Delta:&lt;br /&gt;Bruise and battered by your words&lt;br /&gt;Days are shattered, now it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Brian:&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I always loved you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delta:&lt;br /&gt;But when I need you&lt;br /&gt;You're almost here&lt;br /&gt;Brian:&lt;br /&gt;Well I never knew how far behind I'd left you&lt;br /&gt;Delta:&lt;br /&gt;And when I hold you&lt;br /&gt;You're almost here&lt;br /&gt;Brian:&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sorry that I took our love for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian &amp;amp; Delta:&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm close to tears&lt;br /&gt;Brian:&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I'm almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian &amp;amp; Delta:&lt;br /&gt;Only almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love this song so much. =P&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite songs. Hope you like it too. Enjoy it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara&lt;br /&gt;ByeBye!&lt;br /&gt;xDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/iGD2nTqqMQ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/iGD2nTqqMQ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-1172072786142913894?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/1172072786142913894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=1172072786142913894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/1172072786142913894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/1172072786142913894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/01/seriously-hmm.html' title='Seriously? Hmm..'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-617149385584789875</id><published>2008-01-22T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:19:54.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life Well Spent?</title><content type='html'>I've never imagine my life would be this perfect. I always think as it in this way. My life is always boring, just letting it off before I even know how my life should end. As in no purpose in life. Everything seems complicated, but actually its not.&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats about my life..&lt;br /&gt;What I can say about the things currently happening to me is that, I'm deeply, madly in love with this girl. Nothing dares to stop me from loving her. She's the greatest. Muacks. I ♥ U.&lt;br /&gt;Other that that,&lt;br /&gt;Studies.. Well, lets not talk about that. Everything seems a little complicated. Besides, some of the teachers there are kinda .. Hmm..  lousy .. No offence. =D&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened to me this few days. What a relief.&lt;br /&gt;My parents are coming back from Hajj. No more Merdeka then.&lt;br /&gt;I thinks thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByeBye.&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;=DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-617149385584789875?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/617149385584789875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=617149385584789875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/617149385584789875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/617149385584789875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-well-spent.html' title='A Life Well Spent?'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-6217143630724187286</id><published>2008-01-20T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:59:47.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My True Love</title><content type='html'>Never it seems how love could be everything but mayhem. Well, I think I got that in a different. From the way I see it now, love isn't anything like I imagined I told it would be. Never a doubt that everything in life is the fact that i surprisingly love someone. Someone in fact, my one true love;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets cut to the crap, and lets think.&lt;br /&gt;everyday love comes and go. Just like that, everything about love just gets out of your mind and maybe physically. Come on, everyone has to feel whats love is all about. None shall ever leave this world without a piece of someone's heart. Well, the matter of fact, even ragamuffins living out in the streets actually loves someone too. Just not showing it and all.  Money or without money, I'll live my life just the way it seems. I couldn't care less about how devastating it is money to us in life. Nevertheless, money isn't everything in life as what people usually says. All I want to say is, love don't cost a thing to me. It's the most precious and currently I'm sharing my love with someone special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her so much. My angel; my sweetie pie; my darling; my lady; tiffey =P;&lt;br /&gt;You mean everything to me in my life. From the way i see it, your the far best person I've ever known. Thanks alot. =D&lt;br /&gt;I wrote all kinds of poems for her. At school, no one even dares to stop me from writing these poems. Can't believe this, I'm actually going to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take back what I said about love and its meanings like my old posts, my friendster, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/R5LjLBWPvVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GVWBQkQB2wM/s1600-h/546e1558be14e039fd6c9478eca2e0c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/R5LjLBWPvVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GVWBQkQB2wM/s320/546e1558be14e039fd6c9478eca2e0c8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157434301772447058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5246250191126524768-6217143630724187286?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/6217143630724187286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=6217143630724187286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/6217143630724187286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/6217143630724187286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-true-love.html' title='My True Love'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/R5LjLBWPvVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GVWBQkQB2wM/s72-c/546e1558be14e039fd6c9478eca2e0c8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-9137715686305637516</id><published>2007-11-28T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T17:16:13.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Toughest Days for This Entire Year</title><content type='html'>I had to suffer some severe headaches this few days back. I guessed it was due by my lack of sleep and my computer game obsessions. Oh well, thats precisely happens when you don't get enough sleep. It was a painful suffering I had to go through. Its one of those time where I could always get a friend or someone to help me through this all. It was a struggle at first but I managed to make it. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there isn't much happenings today. Too bad then. I hope theres something coming to hit me sooner or later. Anyways, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByeBye!&lt;br /&gt;Take Care =DD&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-9137715686305637516?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/9137715686305637516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=9137715686305637516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/9137715686305637516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/9137715686305637516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2007/11/toughest-days-for-this-entire-year.html' title='The Toughest Days for This Entire Year'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-3831697463331483379</id><published>2007-11-18T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T12:15:51.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>done with my life's torturings</title><content type='html'>Love has caught me up with everything in my life. Caused me lots of injuries and especially heartbrokened by that certain person. I'm here posting this because I look up at my older posts of my love life long ago. I see that love does have a purpose in life. I realised that love can help in many ways. One of its way to help me is by helping me achieve in my studies. Last time whenever I think about her, I can remember what I read a while ago. Well, that was last time till I found out that she was actually cheating me. Yes, she was cheating on me. She ever said she love me. It turned out to be she love someone else. I guess I'm just not her type. Not the right fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the other posts makes me think how stupid I was a few months ago. I can't believe whats happening to me last time. I'm all over it and will never ever fall in love again. Love for me is something good and has its on consequence. It's all in the matter of how you wanna your life to be. Otherwise, take it like this. Love will control your life and you will do anything to get and win her heart to you even it takes a special friend to be an enemy of yours. So this I ask, for those who know what love is all about. Please tell everyone about it. Share to others about how you feel when your in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all coming from me. What about you? I still have lots more to say but I think it doesn't means to anyone out there. Just believe in yourself and you can make through your life without any hurtful feelings and hearts torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rz-xbX0MOXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QdkTx4-6I-M/s1600-h/love+is+crap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134017184033159538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rz-xbX0MOXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QdkTx4-6I-M/s320/love+is+crap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love is something like this ^.^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all.&lt;br /&gt;sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;=DDDD&lt;br /&gt;DWENzayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-3831697463331483379?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/3831697463331483379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=3831697463331483379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/3831697463331483379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/3831697463331483379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2007/11/done-with-my-lifes-torturings.html' title='done with my life&apos;s torturings'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rz-xbX0MOXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QdkTx4-6I-M/s72-c/love+is+crap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-3868231621283146397</id><published>2007-11-16T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T08:41:25.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>millions of cheers sang by TPS students</title><content type='html'>This year was one of the best performance that I had ever seen before in my school years since I was in that school before. T.P.S (tunku putra school) is used to be one of my previous school last time when I was only primary 1 till primary 6. Right after UPSR is over, my classmates and I was happy that we got our results and all but when it got to the hard part where everyone of us had to say goodbye and farewell to each other. Our school used to not have the national secondary stream. So we had an unlucky year during my last year at that school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the performance/last assembly for this year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started off with the speech from the principle, Dr. Sue Collins. It was a long speech and everything were spilt out from the teachers which are leaving the school for next year until the results of the UPSR. Everything went great. Right after the speech is done and all, the teachers which is leaving the school next year approaches the stage to say a few words up there. All of them look terribly sad and its sad that they had to leave the school for next year. Mr. Joseph and Ms. Rose was one of the teachers leaving for next year. They both were my teachers when I was in primary school. Mr. Joseph was my Kemahiran Hidup teacher and Ms. Rose was my English teacher. Mr. Jospeh used to be my scout master a while ago before I moved to St. Thomas. They were the greatest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rz4nkX0MOVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8dh_h6FvJJ0/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133584131070638418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rz4nkX0MOVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8dh_h6FvJJ0/s320/Miaw+miaw1143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The scouts celebrated his farewell by singing their hearts out for Mr. Joseph.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After that, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The UPSR results were announced and the students from NP6 went up to claim their certificates and a bouquet of flower. Ryan getting 5A's, Tiffany getting 4A's 1B, and Aldrin getting 3B's 2C's is all I know from them. Sorry about that. Anyways, congratulations to all of you for getting those outstanding results. For those who cannot get the result your hoping for, you tried your best and you'll try harder in the future. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rz4nkn0MOWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7MYt0AqUZVg/s1600-h/16112007(019).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133584135365605730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rz4nkn0MOWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7MYt0AqUZVg/s320/16112007(019).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These are the students that were on stage yesterday recieving their certificates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Other than announcements from today, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There were performances from lots of classes. The best I could say is the girl that sang to the school because it was her last day in TPS. She sang her heart out with grace. When she sang her song, I felt a sudden tinggle in me and I know for sure that shes a good singer. Besides that, there were other performances like the dance off made by class NP6, the dance moves made by my sister's class, the poem reading by one of the classes and lots more. They were all great and the crowd cheered and applaused for the performance they gave. Good for you all. *claps along*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rz4nj30MOUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Y9NnPsdb66Y/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133584122480703810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rz4nj30MOUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Y9NnPsdb66Y/s320/Miaw+miaw1154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The dance moves that my smaller sister did. Kim Possible..*terer la tek*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyways,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was my smaller sister's birthday. We celebrated her birthday at the school today right after her performance was done. Happy Birthday, Jwena! Hope u had the greatest time ever at that school for this year. She was to called up stage for her wonderful birthday with the other students that are celebrating their birthday's soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rz4njH0MOTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/asZudWrhg34/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133584109595801906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rz4njH0MOTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/asZudWrhg34/s320/Miaw+miaw1156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There they are, singing happy birthday songs on stage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Have a great day and I hope everything will be the same when next year starts. Wish you all the very best. Great reading my blog again. Have a nice day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sayonara. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ByeBye. =DDDDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-3868231621283146397?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/3868231621283146397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=3868231621283146397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/3868231621283146397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/3868231621283146397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2007/11/millions-of-cheers-sang-by-tps-students.html' title='millions of cheers sang by TPS students'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rz4nkX0MOVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8dh_h6FvJJ0/s72-c/Miaw+miaw1143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-186842735753239535</id><published>2007-11-13T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:53:59.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything comes with a closure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everything in life starts when your born in this particular world. That exact day when your born is a special day and its worth to celebrate. And this day came for my good friend, Nicca, to celebrate hers this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the night of 12th November 2007,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where it was a great night to celebrate her 15th birthday at the astonishing restaurant that is the one and only, "The Banquet". Its located beside the F&amp;amp;N factory at 3rd Mile. I went there after I fetched Zaki from his house just wanna bring him along with me. Everything went great when I first arrived there. The first person I saw right after I stepped out the car was of course, Nicca. Then Zaki and I went and greeted her a birthday wish while giving her the birthday present Zaki and I bought for her. Let me show you a picture of the present we bought for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RzlOpbV9WJI/AAAAAAAAADA/jZgU_t5M8aI/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132219723986851986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RzlOpbV9WJI/AAAAAAAAADA/jZgU_t5M8aI/s320/Miaw+miaw1094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked us to went in to find our seats and all. After our arrival, my ex-classmates from Tunku Putra School arrived. Great meeting them again though. Besides my friends from my old school, there was Nicca's relatives and her tuition classmates there too. We started of with some cake cutting. The cake tastes so delicious and crumbcious. After that, we got our dinner at the buffet served for us all. Gabriel and I had a competition on who can eat the most. I ate about 2 rounds of the food there and Gabriel too ate as much as mine. The others were amazed on how much food was on our plates. Great time indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the entertainers that were there to entertain us. The both of them were funny. I had a great time watching them do their jokes and all. Crazy indeed. Especially at the part where they intend to do magic right in front our naked eyes but I didn't turn out right because of Aishah Ds and faithful companion Owen. He tried to tricked Alister too by putting a coin under the glass of wate and tried to made it dissapeared from your very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RzmBV7V9WNI/AAAAAAAAADg/3KHiHFsvQz4/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132275464072419538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RzmBV7V9WNI/AAAAAAAAADg/3KHiHFsvQz4/s320/Miaw+miaw1100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The amazing Owen and his partner-in-crime, Reuben !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132219741166721186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RzlOqbV9WKI/AAAAAAAAADI/7vejxLdnCek/s320/Miaw+miaw1101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The entertainer tried to show Alister the trick that he was actually supposed to do but it didn't worked. &lt;/p&gt;Well, better luck next time. I guess we are just to smart for you. Just kidding. Anyways, Zaki and I was also the victims of the entertainers. The game was all about the absence of the 'yes' 'no' 'erm' 'hmm' in each of the sentences we said. Unfortunately, they got me right on the spot. Darn, why didn't I saw that coming.. To bad, Zaki too said those words. In the end, we got ourselves gifts from them though. The games that the entertainers gave to us was a blast and made a funfilled night for me. Thanks you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got ourselves a fun night and its a blast for us all. Thanks Nicca for inviting me. Your the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you all some drawings on a glass wall that Zaki, Ricco, Reuben and I did yesterday. We got so bored of waiting for our car to arrived so we did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RzlOrrV9WLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/AszM-NcLTAw/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132219762641557682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RzlOrrV9WLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/AszM-NcLTAw/s320/Miaw+miaw1104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you read it properly, it marks out the word 'Zaki' upside down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RzlOsbV9WMI/AAAAAAAAADY/FzEKpwZuiEg/s1600-h/Miaw+miaw1103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132219775526459586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RzlOsbV9WMI/AAAAAAAAADY/FzEKpwZuiEg/s320/Miaw+miaw1103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'DZ' stands for Dwen Zain, 'RB' stands for Reuben Bong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-186842735753239535?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/186842735753239535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=186842735753239535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/186842735753239535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/186842735753239535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2007/11/everything-comes-to-close.html' title='Everything comes with a closure.'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RzlOpbV9WJI/AAAAAAAAADA/jZgU_t5M8aI/s72-c/Miaw+miaw1094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-2578140708216020507</id><published>2007-11-05T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T20:18:16.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an undefeated victory</title><content type='html'>Today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a fine day till it comes to the part where the people who volunteered themselves to join the PMR Post sports competition among each class starting from 3A till 3F. There was three kinds of sports to pick from. Either you want to join the basketball team, the volleyball team or the soccer team. Its going to be a 3 days long for this competition of ours to end. So I wish you all out there, do the best you can and good luck. Those who weren't participating in any of the games, they will just sit down and see people playing sports. But mostly, they'll just go off and go home. Some will cheer for us all who are playing just now. That includes the 'She-Males' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me cut to the soccer team,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Ry7kiO6H3tI/AAAAAAAAACo/8fLIriqytAE/s1600-h/DSC06135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129288302390140626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Ry7kiO6H3tI/AAAAAAAAACo/8fLIriqytAE/s320/DSC06135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great Anderian Baling discussing his strategy with his fellow teammates. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Ry7khu6H3sI/AAAAAAAAACg/iOp3OnKjpFQ/s1600-h/DSC06134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129288293800206018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Ry7khu6H3sI/AAAAAAAAACg/iOp3OnKjpFQ/s320/DSC06134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they are, getting all ready for the game of the year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a lucky day for the soccer team for my class at the field. If you look closely into the picture, you'll see that they are all barefooted. Things gets tough when they didn't realise the field was wet and muddy. It makes it even harder to move and all in the field. But overall between these 2 teams, it was a miserable 1 - 1 . It was a great game though but too bad class 3A didn't win it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next team, the basketball team,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bad play for our team but our team managed to earned at least 26 points or so. From the way I see it, it looked like the only person who played the game and score the most was our very own Chew Ee. No offense. The others were great too such as Kevin and Bernard. Those are the people who I call a person who does try their best to score and I think they did. Wish you all the best for the next match coming soon. Anyways, Iskandar (star player for our class) ran off somewhere. I'm guessing he was at the soccer field. Otherwise, we should had won the class 3B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just skip to the next team, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Ry7kie6H3uI/AAAAAAAAACw/4HNoQ_Si8Gw/s1600-h/DSC06136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129288306685107938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Ry7kie6H3uI/AAAAAAAAACw/4HNoQ_Si8Gw/s320/DSC06136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our warm up before the match starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the photo you took for me, Andrew. Great picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last team your going to see in our sports competition is the volleyball team. Lead by the MSSM player itself, Azzre Bin Nazran and another star player of our class, Mohd. Hazlan Syah. I'm in the volleyball team with Benjamin Ong which I suck in it of course. From the way I look at it, we thought we can win this crappy competition but I overestimated the skills that the other team has. We beaten them in the first set. The second set wasn't that good. Failed to win the set. Then it came to the third set, where everyone in my team gets nervous and we intend to make lots of mistakes. So Wasik took out a powerful serve at us all for at least 7 times in a row. And guess what? each and every serve that passed through the net landed in our part of the court. Soon after that, I think to myself, "How are we going to win this game if it keeps on going on?" But at last, we didn't won the match, instead the 3B won the match. Well, at least we tried our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A very good job to everyone out there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all in the morning, now to the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Ry7sVu6H3vI/AAAAAAAAAC4/j-UEOHFxLHs/s1600-h/Dwen+punya(214).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129296883734798066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Ry7sVu6H3vI/AAAAAAAAAC4/j-UEOHFxLHs/s320/Dwen+punya(214).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The table was actually full of pens and papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my Leo meeting at the Kaya Toast at Tabuan Jaya. We discussed about our Leo Family Camp thats coming soon on the 23rd November till 25th November. We planned it to be at the Siar Beach, Lundu. We managed to gather around slightly about 40 people to join it throughout every school in Kuching. We planned out every details and every activities that has to be done there. Plannings to be made and done before the real day comes. Anyways, I guess I'll write more about it another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara. Take care. =DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByeBye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-2578140708216020507?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/2578140708216020507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=2578140708216020507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/2578140708216020507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/2578140708216020507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2007/11/undefeated-victory.html' title='an undefeated victory'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Ry7kiO6H3tI/AAAAAAAAACo/8fLIriqytAE/s72-c/DSC06135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-8191016282449897707</id><published>2007-11-04T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T15:35:32.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Inn'/><title type='text'>a night at the holiday inn hotel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A good weekend at our finest hotel around Kuching, the one and only, Holiday Inn Hotel is just what I needed for a break from the stress i got from PMR this year. One night is what I get for my stay at Holiday Inn hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, joyful, and kind of exciting. Yesterday, we all excluding my dad because he was busy doing something else, managed to get a parking spot at the Sarawak Plaza carpark. At least a parking space because yesterday was kinda packed with cars as its a saturday afernoon. So as soon i got out my car, the first thing I saw was this weird sign on someone's car. Let me show you a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Ry1j-O6H3qI/AAAAAAAAACQ/l3XE3AiY4sk/s1600-h/Dwen+punya(203).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128865471449783970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Ry1j-O6H3qI/AAAAAAAAACQ/l3XE3AiY4sk/s320/Dwen+punya(203).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;we went to the hotel receptionist. It didnt take long because my mom somehow got a free room. She didnt wanted to waste it, so she brought all of us. The room isn't that nice but then we had to get along with it. Anyways, soon after that, my brother and I managed to walk around Sarawak Plaza and off to Parkson. It was fun and all then all of a sudden, I met an old friends of mine and Azzra. Azzra looked like he was dating with my friend's sister. I didn't care much anyways. So there I was, talking with my old friend, Aishah Ds, mostly we talk about how's our life been going for us both. We were all at the Coffee Bean right at the Sarawak Plaza. Mocha and Vanilla was our choice of drink yesterday. Great drinks there. Sadly, the others had to leave as her parents were there already. Azzra followed them. Don't know what might that Azzra do. Some mysteries are not meant to be solved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later on the day,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went for a swim at the hotel swimming pool. My siblings and I wasted our whole day at the swimming pool. Overall, it was fun. Besides that, I got a little sunburned from all those swim yesterday. After swimming, we went to the Topspot FoodCourt. Its just opposite Tun Jugah. Its where all the greatest seafood are served in every kind of dishes. They have my personal favourite, the oyster omellette and the lemon chicken. Delicious.. We ate about 6 dishes in all varities. Includes the rice too. We had a fabulous night last night. We cant even bare to walk properly. We were all in a total mess. Damn, its so funny. Laughter filled the air last night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We took a picture of us right in front of the Kuching Statue itself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Ry11ku6H3rI/AAAAAAAAACY/BqaZkGyjOX0/s1600-h/03112007215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128884824572419762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Ry11ku6H3rI/AAAAAAAAACY/BqaZkGyjOX0/s320/03112007215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;It so happenned that Crowne Plaza had a big event that was held there. There was somekind of fashion show there. My friend was in there. She's one the model there. Didn't know that till she told me last night. Well, if your reading this Zoe, good work and a job well done. Anyways, I was so exhausted from all the activities yesterday. But the thing is I cant sleep last night. The event held at Crown Plaza kept me up all night. It ended right around 10pm. Still considered it early though. Later on, Zoe ask me to meet her at the hotel lobby. So I did went down. Such a coincidence that she was there with her friend, Joash. Darn, why did you have to ring my room doorbell? Nevermind about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We didnt do much. At least I had a good swim with my brother and sister. We only got to swim for one hour but less than 2 hours. Soon we just get some breakfast at Sugarbun, Parkson. Then, we shop, shop and shop even more. Well, at least I met my friend again, Selwyn. We talk and chat till I had to go back home. My mum bought herself lots of clothes. From my estimation of the price, she at least spend RM730 on those MNG clothes. Darn, i could buy a new phone with that kinda money. Its not my money. So I cant complain anything about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back at home. Blogging, chatting, and going to play Gunz later on is what im doing now. So ill post something soon. Hopefully. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care. =DDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;DWENzayne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-8191016282449897707?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/8191016282449897707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=8191016282449897707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/8191016282449897707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/8191016282449897707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2007/11/night-at-holiday-inn-hotel.html' title='a night at the holiday inn hotel.'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Ry1j-O6H3qI/AAAAAAAAACQ/l3XE3AiY4sk/s72-c/Dwen+punya(203).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-5214111649241131486</id><published>2007-09-16T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T11:04:24.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hasn't this been a pleasant day at tuition.</title><content type='html'>yes.. its another day at my tuition. how fun can it be. with all my tuition classmates.&lt;br /&gt;they just lightens up my day. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;some of us just cant appriciate what my teachers give to us. but the usuals was exercise, exercise and more of it. sometimes we get bored, we can do lots of unimaginable things. something crazy perhaps. haha.&lt;br /&gt;especially the time when i play with george with what we call 'aerobics'. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when we have to study, we will study hard. the classroom will just starts to get quiet and in silence. it just seems scary when it gets quiet. cause normally our class is always noisy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but through it all, sri bintang is the best tuition i've ever been in my life. nothing can beat the teachers teaching here. haha. every teacher just gets your attention with their own ways.&lt;br /&gt;for example, my teacher who drives a red atos. hehe. sorry teacher.&lt;br /&gt;most of the days of a week, his always around at my tuition. nothing can seem to stop this teacher from teaching. haha.&lt;br /&gt;among all the teachers i know in my life, his one of the best. including the ones from tunku. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the teachers, the students also will give a big influence to my studies.&lt;br /&gt;They also play a big role in my studies. They will help me and guide me and i hope they will continue it. thanks alot guys. i hope i've done my part too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. puasa. omg..im so terribly hungry. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it will be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;thanks everyone. in tuition, in school, in the public places.&lt;br /&gt;you have my gratitude for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some pictures to remind me of the tuition life at the Sri Bintang Tuition Centre. (king centre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dedicated to our beloved classmate thats moving away soon, malisa. this is for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rx1qQcxfWzI/AAAAAAAAACI/XXSV8yQ-fwQ/s1600-h/Dwen+punya(191).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124368781851712306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rx1qQcxfWzI/AAAAAAAAACI/XXSV8yQ-fwQ/s320/Dwen+punya(191).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the class photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rx1qQMxfWyI/AAAAAAAAACA/pvTe6hoPwPk/s1600-h/Dwen+punya(188).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124368777556744994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rx1qQMxfWyI/AAAAAAAAACA/pvTe6hoPwPk/s320/Dwen+punya(188).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo writings on our tuition table.courtesy of the form 3 2007.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rx1qPsxfWxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W9JE4VYW4MU/s1600-h/Dwen+punya(187).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124368768966810386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rx1qPsxfWxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W9JE4VYW4MU/s320/Dwen+punya(187).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rx1qPsxfWwI/AAAAAAAAABw/kxwHtEKafzY/s1600-h/Dwen+punya(186).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124368768966810370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rx1qPsxfWwI/AAAAAAAAABw/kxwHtEKafzY/s320/Dwen+punya(186).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rx1qPcxfWvI/AAAAAAAAABo/zkp0QBL-MqE/s1600-h/Dwen+punya(185).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124368764671843058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rx1qPcxfWvI/AAAAAAAAABo/zkp0QBL-MqE/s320/Dwen+punya(185).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George. next time do the ad on the tele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-5214111649241131486?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/5214111649241131486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=5214111649241131486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/5214111649241131486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/5214111649241131486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2007/09/hasnt-this-be-pleasent-day-at-tuition.html' title='hasn&apos;t this been a pleasant day at tuition.'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Rx1qQcxfWzI/AAAAAAAAACI/XXSV8yQ-fwQ/s72-c/Dwen+punya(191).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-2012503807298597814</id><published>2007-08-15T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T17:04:41.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese here.'/><title type='text'>japenese~ woot~ =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here it goes. every year, the YE (youth exchange) students comes to our place here. in Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;this was done for a few years already. every year a different group comes. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that means = more girls. and for the girls equals to more guys. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they arrived on the 9th August 2007. they werent that used to the weather here. so u could see their faces are totally red. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after they arrived here at the airport. there were 12 of them. 2 boys only and the others are girls. woot~~ each of them are divided and send to their lion's (guardian for the meanwhile till the trip ends. ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the lion's will take them to their room that is located at every lion's personal house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{so we can consider this a bit as a homestay}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, the next day. that is friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my leo club made a plan by bringing them here to St. Thomas. and it end up well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okok. lets start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a perfect day for them to come. but maybe a bit sunny. =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there they were. arriving at our school. {sorry i dun have the pics. i do have the pics. juz later on.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;each car were carrying 2~3 YE's. too bad one of the YE werent there. she was sick. sobs. get well soon. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when they arrived, one of leo's got us some souvenier that we could give to them for rememberance. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we gave them the souveniers while shakin hands with all of them. it was fun. hehex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later on the visit, we brought them to the resource centre at the science block. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of my friends just kept on asking which one to choose. haha. sorry. im not going to choose any. eventhough some of them are cute and pretty. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we arrived at the resource centre. we arranged seats and prepared food for all of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets move on. miss magdalan and mrs jeniffer kong was telling them about our school through the presentation of the school. it was fantastic. and the YE's enjoyed it alot. and besides that, they seem to be very amazed with all the landscapes of the school. hehex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the presentation. there it was. the award for the YE's from Leo Club and the school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the few pics of the award. we gave them a statue of a lion and leo thingy to hang around. hahax. some of the girls are nice. hehe. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098852270104238578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RsLDH_HB2fI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jZeyPiY1-pg/s320/10082007(017).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098852484852603394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RsLDUfHB2gI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wBc9IFrnZ8U/s320/10082007(018).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098852819860052498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RsLDn_HB2hI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tqWSn2Kmj1k/s320/10082007(019).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098853253651749410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RsLEBPHB2iI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JXESywWardo/s320/10082007(020).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098853253651749426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RsLEBPHB2jI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GjU754Q0yb4/s320/10082007(021).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098853257946716738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RsLEBfHB2kI/AAAAAAAAAA8/u7LS0nMT7b8/s320/10082007(022).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098853257946716754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RsLEBfHB2lI/AAAAAAAAABE/xTQC3aCldIY/s320/10082007(023).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098853266536651362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RsLEB_HB2mI/AAAAAAAAABM/wwoeZFDsNEY/s320/10082007(024).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098854305918737010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RsLE-fHB2nI/AAAAAAAAABU/_h1uUoHtgQA/s320/10082007(026).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sorry i cant take all of them. everyone was busy with somethings.so we cant manage to get all of them. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-2012503807298597814?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/2012503807298597814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=2012503807298597814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/2012503807298597814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/2012503807298597814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2007/08/japenese-woot-d.html' title='japenese~ woot~ =D'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RsLDH_HB2fI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jZeyPiY1-pg/s72-c/10082007(017).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-7430310831187033105</id><published>2007-07-08T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:46:04.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting all my love out of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;hi all. its been a long time i didn't update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm sorry. i just get caught up with too many things. why is everything in my life just gets worst everyday. i dont know how to say it. but every week there is surely something happening. and it always involves me in it. haix. all this gotta stop. i stoped it on 30 Jun 2007. after that day, my life totally changed into a new life. eveything just stops for a moment. at that exact moment, i realise something that i just cant realise a long time ago. the thing i realised was i should let my love go. ='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it took me a long time to get over it. i hear sad songs, i cried, i locked myself in the room for hours. and never answered her call. or replied anyone's sms. my life was torned up into pieces. but i guess its for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. now skip to the present day,&lt;br /&gt;after those incidents, i felt kinda free from everything in my life oncemore. love just cant last long in this kind of age. but if that 2 lovers really loves each other more than anything in life. they might last long, maybe till marraige. =D good luck with all the couples out there! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;now. the girl and i are just good friends. nothing out of the ordinary. haix. sometimes i just miss her. but what can i do. she also said that how she misses me. even when i talk to her on the phone. its like everyday she calls me to say hi and how am i. i just love how she got so much credit and talk to me for hours. hehe. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;all my heart wanted was you. but believe it or not. she just cant accepted how i love her a long time ago. im currently holding and getting a grip to myself because of love. no matter how much &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you forced her to love you, she won't be yours.&lt;/span&gt; HOW COULD YOU FORCE PEOPLE TO LOVE SOMEONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thats just not how a lover should do it. and jas and azzra. u both are just terrible. sama sama la you both. and please dont kacau her anymore la. she just hurts and always not in the mood cause of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALVIN, JASMINE&lt;/span&gt;, and not forgeting &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AZZRA&lt;/span&gt;. i can prove how bad they treat her. but i cant show it out. azzra's the worst amongst all. all he knows is just ruins people's life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;azzra just dont know whats love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could tell that love is everything in life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just go and do a better move,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a move that doesnt ruins people's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lots of stripes that haves by a zebra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every stripes means something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and its like alvin but worst than azzra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wastes his time with i love you saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jasmine has always been azzra's favorite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but she just cant get away from anyone's buisness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some people are just turned up to be someone inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ending up with deep sadness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084650503003029570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/RpBOsV6BwEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y17QkFkxlcc/s320/Dwen+punya(104).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh ya. omg. i almost beat u. lucky nia u. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i din study. =.=" nvm. let u beat me first. haha. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay. i guess thats all i could say now. i will try my best to blog soon. hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bye everyone. and remember. our fragile hearts just cant take this strong feelings to the max. c ya!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sayonara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DWENzayne~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-7430310831187033105?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/7430310831187033105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=7430310831187033105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-3788923656711506626</id><published>2007-06-27T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:56:48.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart just can't get enough of you. in a loving way.</title><content type='html'>please accept for everything I'm saying to you. but i don't know would you accept for being with a guy like me? that's all i gotta say. (you know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someday when i'm offly low, when the world was lonely,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could see you there, just by thinking of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; your lovely with your smile so warm, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when ur body so cold, there is nothing but to love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with each words, your tenderness grows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; tearing my fears apart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that laugh, that wrinkles your nose. it touches &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my foolish heart&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your love will never ever change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;keep that breathless charm, would you please arrange it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cause i love you&lt;/span&gt;. and the ways u talk and think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i never thought i need you when im alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the time passes. makes me feel how much i need you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all i could think when your gone was only you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everywhere. everytime. anyhow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just cant get enough of you. even when your gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never a doubt. its always you in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that makes me calm down and relax at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but no matter how or when.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im always there when you need me. never the less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your always there for me when i need you. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thanks for being there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you've been a wonderful and loving person in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope that someday. just someday. we could try to make things out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till my big exam is over and done. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your my life, my soul, my everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DWENzayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay.. now a different story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG.. robotic today. walao. siao ah juz now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahaha.. my mind was going balastic. wakakaka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but got 15 out of 41 teams.. dats cool. but if it wasnt for mark's designing we wouldn't be even in no.15. hahaha. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks mark.. hehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(ben jealous le. wakakaka) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oklar. bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sayonara. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-3788923656711506626?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/3788923656711506626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=3788923656711506626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/3788923656711506626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/3788923656711506626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-heart-just-cant-get-enough-of-you-in.html' title='my heart just can&apos;t get enough of you. in a loving way.'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-9080296382587443249</id><published>2007-06-25T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:35:22.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the END for ME</title><content type='html'>life can be full of obstacles and journeys we have to get through. seeing everything passes by each day, each minute, each seconds is outstanding. everything passes by right in front of your eyes. never to be seen by anyone who doesnt respects and understand what's life is all about.&lt;br /&gt;friends are merely one of the main reasons why are we living and happy in this world. but maybe some friends are just mainly there to betray you. or maybe a pest in ur life. so thats why we must choose our friends wisely and choose them with your full trust. believe me.. i know what are real friends and what isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unseemly some our friends might be on to our wealth and health. some can even disguist as your own bestfriend while they take advantages of you. but what can you do if you see this kind of people. its fact. its life. its the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;DWENzayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-9080296382587443249?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/9080296382587443249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=9080296382587443249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/9080296382587443249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/9080296382587443249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-end-for-me.html' title='this is the END for ME'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-1036622979553214573</id><published>2007-06-23T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T08:08:00.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything in my life is YOU..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; my life is meaningless without you in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i get my strength all from you. cause your everything in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing can change the fact that your here for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i wil always be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;there for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my life is fulfill when i see you around. eventhough its only a few minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we both have a thing in common. everything about us is great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i like about that. i'm just being a good man for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but for the first time i met you. my heart was pumping like crazy. non-stop.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there was you. smiling like always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that day, i guess i fell in love with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing about you change since that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im always crazy about you. never stopped liking u and loving u since the day i met you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now there seems to be a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;huge and large wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that made our relationship blocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all because of a few things in life. one is my friends. they seem to like her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or maybe love her. kenak sidak ya poser gilak hor. ish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all i can do now is just relax and be patient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we cannot rush to any conclusions. haix. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why are friends like this to us? eventhough we are their bestfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay. now try being in my shoes. see how does it feels to get betrayed a close friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;won't that makes you wanna get angry. or u might feel dissapointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause how could a friend do a such thing like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that is just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so cruel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;by the way he treats his fellow friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant explain it any longer. cause this day on forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so not going to care about that friend anymore. he had just gone to much sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but for the info, by the way he messages her and talk with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its like they don't connect at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's nothing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;special about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no offence though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess this is all i could write about today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DWENzayne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the person who is reading this blog. i guess some of you people out there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knows who am i talking about. for those who doesnt knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess u have to find it out yourself. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-1036622979553214573?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/1036622979553214573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=1036622979553214573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/1036622979553214573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/1036622979553214573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2007/06/everything-in-my-life-is-you.html' title='everything in my life is YOU..'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246250191126524768.post-2788910139754650409</id><published>2007-06-22T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T11:12:35.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life's the worst!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;why does love hurts. I guess theres lots of ways to say about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its a fact that we must accept in reality. We can't do much about it but just moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats all we can do for mean time. We get the point really is how love affects our life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it hurts us deeply. As deep as it can go. Never a doubt, it hurts everything in our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Including our love ones, creatures around us and the most hurtful person will feel this is the community around us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whats up with all the problem in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and why did God made love for us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it makes me curious to know everything about love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but what can we do to stop our curiousness from getting far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its just a matter of time till it fades away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First love sometimes will come true and maybe it will not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but whats the point.. it may last long but not long enough till it comes to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the movies and the series you see on televisions. It might not come true in reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what the heck, we can always try right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all we gotta do is believing in yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; trusting and being loyal to ur love ones is the best way to be loved back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i tried to did it with mine and it ended badly.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we all can't blame it all on love. Its natural to love someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it comes to a closure sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;getting hurt at every moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as if my life is full of craps but this feelings will always keep me alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i will not ever stop loving anyone till i found the right one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I think I found it. Its just that i never realise whats happening in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now.. i found that special one thats suitable for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the thing is I can't be with her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause she cant give me anny good reasons why..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of it was that she has to study for the PMR exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my life is all about her but there seems to be a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who is such a BACKSTABBER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but what can i do about it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it is in fact that she doesnt likes him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by the way she talks to me, or sms with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we both have lots of connections and alot of things in common.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by the way i think about it, im truly deeply and madly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IN LOVE WITH HER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess thats all i could say any longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sayonara. bye~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DWENzayne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246250191126524768-2788910139754650409?l=dwenzayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/feeds/2788910139754650409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246250191126524768&amp;postID=2788910139754650409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/2788910139754650409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246250191126524768/posts/default/2788910139754650409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwenzayne.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-life-is-d-worst-haix.html' title='my life&apos;s the worst!'/><author><name>DwennyZayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526734603712959220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7Vj_O3sXIM/Sw8qzTaaU3I/AAAAAAAAATk/VCScl8pSrrw/S220/15542_162430269074_632454074_2706157_3639530_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
