<?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-2022305430631713331</id><updated>2011-12-17T23:23:13.158+08:00</updated><category term='tongue twister squirrel q'/><category term='california king bed rihanna adele'/><title type='text'>Bonjour Mr D!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609288783696073297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/TTNK6VUuk4I/AAAAAAAAATo/jZwp2M5JrN0/S220/hmm.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022305430631713331.post-3251386873192900899</id><published>2011-12-17T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T23:23:13.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tongue twister squirrel q'/><title type='text'>Tongue Dwister!</title><content type='html'>The squirrel curled quickly when quirky Quinny hurled quartz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022305430631713331-3251386873192900899?l=bonjourmrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/feeds/3251386873192900899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2022305430631713331&amp;postID=3251386873192900899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/3251386873192900899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/3251386873192900899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/2011/12/tongue-dwister.html' title='Tongue Dwister!'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609288783696073297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/TTNK6VUuk4I/AAAAAAAAATo/jZwp2M5JrN0/S220/hmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022305430631713331.post-4960789632046106456</id><published>2011-07-20T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T15:59:51.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-spirational Quote</title><content type='html'>Anger is like you drinking poison, but expecting others to die. -Buddha-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022305430631713331-4960789632046106456?l=bonjourmrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/TTNK6VUuk4I/AAAAAAAAATo/jZwp2M5JrN0/S220/hmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022305430631713331.post-3602131257822893763</id><published>2011-07-04T00:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T00:46:39.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california king bed rihanna adele'/><title type='text'>California King Bed? Try small ones instead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Recently, I heard Rhi-rhi's song on Fly fm and wasn't pretty enthusiastic about it at first. I mean, ever since Adele got consecutive no. 1 in 3 weeks &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(HOORAY!!)&lt;/span&gt;, all trends point to that direction. Emo songs start coming up, conjuring that inner heartbroken-ness that we thought were long gone behind of us. It's like having a festival of hump-drum emotional turmoil. Seriously, we need&lt;/span&gt; to move on, not move backwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.reuters.com/fanfare/files/2009/02/adele21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://blogs.reuters.com/fanfare/files/2009/02/adele21.jpg" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BIG FAN OF HER!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Anyways, this particular song, i find quite moving. It's not straight to the point, however it has this mix of nostalgic sweetness to it yet remotely desperate to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Deep, huh? Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;I felt deeply connected to it and moved by it along the way. Rihanna definitely matured in this particular song, and I believe she has gone through much. (UH-HUH, y'all know what i'm talking about.) Anyways, if you have not hear it.. here it is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;*said in a deep, baritoned anchor tone* Ladies and gentleman, brought to you by Bonjour Mr D!, here is... California King Bed..... Enjoy...... And subscribe to RSS. =D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/nhBorPm6JjQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nhBorPm6JjQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nhBorPm6JjQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;p/s: Happy 4th of July y'alls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022305430631713331-3602131257822893763?l=bonjourmrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/feeds/3602131257822893763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2022305430631713331&amp;postID=3602131257822893763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/3602131257822893763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/3602131257822893763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/2011/07/california-king-bed-try-small-ones.html' title='California King Bed? Try small ones instead.'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609288783696073297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/TTNK6VUuk4I/AAAAAAAAATo/jZwp2M5JrN0/S220/hmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022305430631713331.post-1811965084643262110</id><published>2011-06-05T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T00:09:57.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are your glass half full or half empty?</title><content type='html'>My blog was literally dead for the longest time, and it was rotting to the max. Certain days I came online and wanted to post something up, but having this writer's blog. I guess, it's been quite some time, huh? No matter.&lt;div&gt;This time around I feel like I should post this up. You know, it's interesting to see how people react when I ask them a very simple question, "Are your glass half full or half empty?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, they go look at me... "Wha-? Should it be half in the first place?" I guess it's the type of question that people don't NORMALLY think about, but it answers a lot of unresolved satisfaction in life. For instance, I have a friend who day in day out complaints like nobody's business [ sorry friend )= ] and when I asked this, the answer was half empty and I asked why? Well, basically the reply was that it was never enough, and it sets the standards higher, so it would be more competitive. I thought about it for a moment, and answered back, Well, that's what you do after; I mean, your glass is half empty.. What do you do with that? or your glass is half full.. now what are you gonna do?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many times in life we want things to turn out the way we want it to be, but it didn't. Why so? well, Rolling Stones has it all! "&lt;i&gt;You can't always get what you want... but if you try sometimes, you get what you need." &lt;/i&gt;The truth is what you need is really simple. Love. Food. Clothes. Shelter. But well, our desires overwhelms, at times, and can lead us delusional. In spite of that, we made decisions unwisely. Hence, went down DA DRAIN. uh-huh, if you've been there, ya know what i meant. The truth hurts sometimes, in fact, (im nt gonna lie), most of the time. But if you took it to your heart and made the your glass half empty (well, in this particular theory, regardless the fullness), I bet things would turn out &lt;i&gt;pwetty bad. &lt;/i&gt;*clicks tongue*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard this from Lisa Nichols, and it still sticks with me till today. May not work for some of y'all, but hell, it works for the like-mindedness of mua. haha. Well, basically, she said, and I quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I Often get quite upset with my partner because they cant provide what I want, and I am always unhappy with them. Why? Because I didn't create my own happiness. You see, in life, we count on people to give us happiness; but the truth is, they can't. Why? Because they ain't us... So now, here's a pen, write YOUR OWN story."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe many people heard or maybe even know this by heart, eventually lived with it. But seriously, answer, &lt;u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;truthfully&lt;/u&gt;, are your glass REALLY half full or half empty?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope I got you thinking there, hun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Live life to the fullest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers, and Bonjour, always. XDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022305430631713331-1811965084643262110?l=bonjourmrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/feeds/1811965084643262110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2022305430631713331&amp;postID=1811965084643262110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/1811965084643262110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/1811965084643262110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/2011/06/are-your-glass-half-full-or-half-empty.html' title='Are your glass half full or half empty?'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609288783696073297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/TTNK6VUuk4I/AAAAAAAAATo/jZwp2M5JrN0/S220/hmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022305430631713331.post-4678490748307340740</id><published>2011-05-12T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:30:25.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camouflage - Prologue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He yearned for the &lt;b&gt;Truth&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite him being one of them, he still can't believe they came to him. After all these while of silent sufferings, they had decided to call upon him? What were they thinking? Most of importantly, what were &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Memories flooded upon him like wildfire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Floating rocks... Tornado... Army of ferocious anonymous beasts... the Light...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was no time to loose. He sensed them. The throbbing earth sent shivers down his spine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But not for long-&lt;/i&gt; He thought to himself -&lt;i&gt;Its about time.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He withdrew a pouch, and within milliseconds, they appeared out of thin air just as he threw a handful of powdery glitters into the air. And before the wind could blew, &lt;i&gt;all was lost&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...&lt;i&gt;into the Light.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022305430631713331-4678490748307340740?l=bonjourmrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/feeds/4678490748307340740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2022305430631713331&amp;postID=4678490748307340740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/4678490748307340740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/4678490748307340740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/2011/05/camouflage-prologue.html' title='Camouflage - Prologue.'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609288783696073297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/TTNK6VUuk4I/AAAAAAAAATo/jZwp2M5JrN0/S220/hmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022305430631713331.post-6498143298170722603</id><published>2011-01-17T03:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T03:43:52.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tumblr good. atau ini?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022305430631713331-6498143298170722603?l=bonjourmrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/feeds/6498143298170722603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2022305430631713331&amp;postID=6498143298170722603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/6498143298170722603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/6498143298170722603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/2011/01/hmm.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609288783696073297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/TTNK6VUuk4I/AAAAAAAAATo/jZwp2M5JrN0/S220/hmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022305430631713331.post-1707974369664174182</id><published>2010-05-16T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T20:31:02.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juvenile. And the river Nile. Can they connect?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, it ain’t all history when we talk about the river Nile. I mean from all the Egyptian history we heard and the a-likes, sometimes i feel that the pre-existence of Isis or King Khufu reign are pretty symbolic at times. To this modern times of ours. You know like when Jesus or Buddha influenced humanity some few thousand centuries ago. Time must have changed. People changed. And so do, faith. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Will there be a new religion? Will there be a new Jesus or Buddha?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“What the hell are you effing crapping about?” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;LoL. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, I figured I’ll have to post something up my blog.. and i’m intending of quitting and start a new one. The last post, “help me, I am lost” thing is just soo darn depressing. Ain’t it? I think it does. HAha. Change for the better.  I always love that phrase. XP&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*                                       *                                     *&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It is easier said than done. Well, little did we know how much truth there is in that six-words sentence. River Nile was the primary lifeline of Egypt and it has far more historical value and upbringing points than the Great Pyramid itself. Perhaps more than the Sphinx too. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So do they connect? Juvenile and river nile?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;hmm.. no?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Easy said. It’s gonna be cool! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*someone pass me the shades, pls!*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hasta la vista, baby! *peace sign*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;XD&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;SOmeone, “SO juvenile!” *roll eyes*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022305430631713331-1707974369664174182?l=bonjourmrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/feeds/1707974369664174182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2022305430631713331&amp;postID=1707974369664174182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/1707974369664174182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/1707974369664174182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/2010/05/juvenile-and-river-nile-can-they.html' title='Juvenile. And the river Nile. Can they connect?'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609288783696073297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/TTNK6VUuk4I/AAAAAAAAATo/jZwp2M5JrN0/S220/hmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022305430631713331.post-1072695655890591341</id><published>2009-12-03T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:37:56.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>Help me. I am lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022305430631713331-1072695655890591341?l=bonjourmrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/feeds/1072695655890591341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2022305430631713331&amp;postID=1072695655890591341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/1072695655890591341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/1072695655890591341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609288783696073297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/TTNK6VUuk4I/AAAAAAAAATo/jZwp2M5JrN0/S220/hmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022305430631713331.post-237787942115977759</id><published>2009-09-13T13:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:30:48.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All good things must eventually come to an end. Bad things too. Fortunately.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three months had passed and I've noticed the tremendous changes in me. All in all, the times that i've been through: the thick and thins, thrills and spills. They held me up high, made me see what's worth and, miraculously, helped me spread my wings and fly, soaring.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Someone to hold you too close, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;Someone to hurt you too deep, Someone to sit in your chair, To ruin your sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who'll always be there, as frightened as you, of being alive....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being alive."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Taken from "Being Alive" by Raul Esparza (Company, the musical)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My times in Kaki Blue really changed a part of me. Be it good or bad, it's more than the show than meets the eye. I've learn too much to hold on. I've learn too much to let go. So then, I guess, I'll be myself. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now, I'm spreading my wings.. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flying, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Into the clouds;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With the gentle wind accompanying.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Into the pouring rain;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where rainbow lies.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Into the clear blue sky;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;where the Sunshines showering me with embracement.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Care. Love. Anxiety.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never going to look back.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"All good things must eventually come to an end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Bad things too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Fortunately."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Dylan-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022305430631713331-237787942115977759?l=bonjourmrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/feeds/237787942115977759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2022305430631713331&amp;postID=237787942115977759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/237787942115977759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/237787942115977759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-good-things-must-eventually-come-to.html' title='All good things must eventually come to an end. Bad things too. Fortunately.'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609288783696073297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/TTNK6VUuk4I/AAAAAAAAATo/jZwp2M5JrN0/S220/hmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022305430631713331.post-4852173483938232140</id><published>2009-08-24T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:50:53.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;那里奇迹，当您最需要它&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022305430631713331-4852173483938232140?l=bonjourmrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/feeds/4852173483938232140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2022305430631713331&amp;postID=4852173483938232140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/4852173483938232140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/4852173483938232140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/2009/08/miracle.html' title='Miracle.'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609288783696073297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/TTNK6VUuk4I/AAAAAAAAATo/jZwp2M5JrN0/S220/hmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022305430631713331.post-8460150170563312420</id><published>2009-08-18T00:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T01:02:10.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="text-align: center;font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;There are times we took things for granted. Too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="text-align: center;font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="text-align: center;font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Think of what you could help to save them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="text-align: center;font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Not by being &lt;b&gt;too&lt;/b&gt; grateful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="text-align: center;font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="text-align: center;font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actions&lt;/b&gt; speak louder than &lt;b&gt;words&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="text-align: center;font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;even &lt;b&gt;thoughts&lt;/b&gt;(though the cycle starts with it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="text-align: center;font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6XM5bh26XY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6XM5bh26XY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;If I could tell the world just one thing&lt;br /&gt;It would be that we're all OK&lt;br /&gt;And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful&lt;br /&gt;And useless in times like these&lt;br /&gt;I won't be made useless&lt;br /&gt;I won't be idle with despair&lt;br /&gt;I will gather myself around my faith&lt;br /&gt;For light does the darkness most fear&lt;br /&gt;My hands are small, I know&lt;br /&gt;But they're not yours, they are my own&lt;br /&gt;And I am never broken&lt;br /&gt;Poverty stole your golden shoes&lt;br /&gt;It didn't steal your laughter&lt;br /&gt;And heartache came to visit me&lt;br /&gt;But I knew it wasn't ever after&lt;br /&gt;We'll fight, not out of spite&lt;br /&gt;For someone must stand up for what's right&lt;br /&gt;'Cause where there's a man who has no voice&lt;br /&gt;There ours shall go singing&lt;br /&gt;My hands are small I know&lt;br /&gt;But they're not yours, they are my own&lt;br /&gt;I am never broken&lt;br /&gt;In the end only kindness matters&lt;br /&gt;I will get down on my knees, and I will pray&lt;br /&gt;My hands are small I know&lt;br /&gt;But they're not yours, they are my own&lt;br /&gt;And I am never broken&lt;br /&gt;My hands are small I know&lt;br /&gt;But they're not yours, they are my own&lt;br /&gt;And I am never broken&lt;br /&gt;We are never broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;by Jewel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022305430631713331-8460150170563312420?l=bonjourmrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/feeds/8460150170563312420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2022305430631713331&amp;postID=8460150170563312420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/8460150170563312420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/8460150170563312420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-are-times-we-took-things-for.html' title='Hands.'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609288783696073297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/TTNK6VUuk4I/AAAAAAAAATo/jZwp2M5JrN0/S220/hmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022305430631713331.post-1907003714984194676</id><published>2009-08-01T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T16:38:36.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been a long time, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the clock ticks away the youth of my life, I'm enjoying every minute of it: despite its cruel unintended long-hours of dancing, singing and acting, I am indeed having the time of my life. Today is the 3rd performance on the run and I hope we still have the energy level to keep up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those who don't know what the heck I'm talking about, it's Kaki Blue, a hot new Malaysian musical. Featuring Tria Aziz, Shahila Johan, Leah Sams, Lim Miaw Fen, Edmund Wong and others, the story tells an untold story of the young Malaysian hearts of different generations. It has come a time where we should stand up for the long journeys we had for 50 years; what we have been through and going through at the moment. Come and watch it in Klpac for more exciting lines and astonishing acts as the play unveils our own story. Details could be found under a few posts i've made. or you could go to &lt;a href="http://www.klpac.org"&gt;http://www.klpac.org&lt;/a&gt; for more details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright! Enough said about the musical, I feel like a grandma Ah Poh trying to promote skin products. Back to my life, ever since the musical started, my life have been transformed quite 180 degree-ish, more or less la. Seeing so many experienced actors and actresses doing their thing, it dawns on me to continue what I've started for. Oh! This comes one of my favourite quotes: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Talents inspire me and in inspiring them, they inspire me. There are many things I wish I could do and I would love to make a comeback to the show. But for now, I'll just leave it in a lingering B-flat." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Kristin Chenoweth-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is amazing. As much as the quote can give, it's the motivation I've got that is overflowing, affecting my every single move and thought. Well, I hope one day I can be like her, somehow rather become John Barrowman la, not Kristin, and nope, I'll NEVER got transexualed. Ew. Impossible. Despicable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never mind! MOVING ON~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna start my college life soon! Wow. O.O how excited am i! I know its kinda late and you there might wonder, "Why do u start your college life so late one ah?" well, it's because of my musical and all the heavy rehearsals, I've decided to postpone my intake to the august ones. So many things yet so little time, OK till next time, I've gotta CHIAO. Gonna rock the stage tonight!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"BERSURAI~~~!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"This is life-lah!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Joe Hasham-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022305430631713331-1907003714984194676?l=bonjourmrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/feeds/1907003714984194676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2022305430631713331&amp;postID=1907003714984194676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/1907003714984194676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/1907003714984194676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know.html' title='I know.'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609288783696073297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/TTNK6VUuk4I/AAAAAAAAATo/jZwp2M5JrN0/S220/hmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022305430631713331.post-7789499105852079674</id><published>2009-06-30T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T01:03:22.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enquiry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm thinking of going private. Any advice?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;=/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022305430631713331-7789499105852079674?l=bonjourmrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/feeds/7789499105852079674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2022305430631713331&amp;postID=7789499105852079674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/7789499105852079674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/7789499105852079674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/2009/06/enquiry.html' title='Enquiry.'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609288783696073297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/TTNK6VUuk4I/AAAAAAAAATo/jZwp2M5JrN0/S220/hmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022305430631713331.post-6242830000660862579</id><published>2009-06-25T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:34:40.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOW. What a week! Sorry guys, it has been a week without the internet for me. and trust me, it aint good. *with the head shaking thing* ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Been working, working and working lately. Plus, I super duper hate it when someone accuses me of not being responsible while not checking things out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wake up. I maybe young. But i'm not ignorant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OKAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tat's tat. Short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yet, meaningless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one more poster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guys! be sure to come and see me and the others perform okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SkOY7vIAntI/AAAAAAAAARo/uTKj7Jk1kgY/s1600-h/!cid_012601c9f481%2427694a20%247280a8c0@klpac_com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SkOY7vIAntI/AAAAAAAAARo/uTKj7Jk1kgY/s400/!cid_012601c9f481%2427694a20%247280a8c0@klpac_com.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351288934276046546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHEERS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022305430631713331-6242830000660862579?l=bonjourmrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/feeds/6242830000660862579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2022305430631713331&amp;postID=6242830000660862579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/6242830000660862579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/6242830000660862579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/2009/06/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609288783696073297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/TTNK6VUuk4I/AAAAAAAAATo/jZwp2M5JrN0/S220/hmm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SkOY7vIAntI/AAAAAAAAARo/uTKj7Jk1kgY/s72-c/!cid_012601c9f481%2427694a20%247280a8c0@klpac_com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022305430631713331.post-4119414574546475879</id><published>2009-06-16T19:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:34:53.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP~~!! LELONG&lt; Mari Beli tiket!!!&gt; XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjeCBD4z1YI/AAAAAAAAARg/gAO6cSYV62k/s1600-h/kaki+blue+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjeCBD4z1YI/AAAAAAAAARg/gAO6cSYV62k/s400/kaki+blue+poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347886037260817794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This coming July and August...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Experience a whole new difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch as the three main characters : &lt;i&gt;Lin, Ah Nee, Shan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the others show their passions about Theater in Malaysia and all about making that untold story of young Malaysian hearts amplify to the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come support me, &lt;b&gt;Dylan Chan&lt;/b&gt;, and the other KakiBlue-ians performing a hot new musical, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kaki Blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;where the Heroes wear blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Kuala Lumpur Performing Arts Centre(KLPac)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from the 30th of July to the 16th of August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tickets available from me, &lt;b&gt;Dylan Chan&lt;/b&gt; aka &lt;b&gt;Mr. D&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-weight: normal;  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;™&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leave your comments if you're interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or, you could email me at &lt;b&gt;dylanctl@hotmail.com&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks! and hope to see you soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Malaysia Boleh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022305430631713331-4119414574546475879?l=bonjourmrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/feeds/4119414574546475879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2022305430631713331&amp;postID=4119414574546475879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/4119414574546475879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/4119414574546475879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/2009/06/help-lelong-xd.html' title='HELP~~!! LELONG&lt; Mari Beli tiket!!!&gt; XD'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609288783696073297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/TTNK6VUuk4I/AAAAAAAAATo/jZwp2M5JrN0/S220/hmm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjeCBD4z1YI/AAAAAAAAARg/gAO6cSYV62k/s72-c/kaki+blue+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022305430631713331.post-9019410746078403584</id><published>2009-06-14T01:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T02:06:59.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17, still. =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chud.com/articles/content_images/5/17-again-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 667px;" src="http://chud.com/articles/content_images/5/17-again-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watched 17 again today with Willion. Sad, cos it was initially the BFF gang's another outing but many cant turn up. But well, look on the bright side, the movie was spectacular. It is the exact movie i need during this point of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inspiration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you want to read reviews about the movie, take this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chud.com/articles/articles/19039/1/REVIEW-17-AGAIN/Page1.html"&gt;Click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's exactly what I'm thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm not gonna drag talking about how the movie was. I'm going to write about how the blog affects me in person and why I thought it was inspiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see. At this point of my life, I am turning over a new leaf. And I need motivations or a little bit of incentives to get me going throughout. Yes, I am not as strong as I seems. How the movie inspired me? Let's just say I don't want to be the man in the movie. And let's just say I want a better life than that. Let's just say I CAN, in fact, do better. Somehow. Someway. And so it inspired me to want to do things that i missed out. It is really the answer I've been searching for now. The things I left behind unsaid and undone; emptiness filled the air, cold and deserting my soul. This IS what I need. Change and get-going. I am going to start with something as simple as cleaning up my table/room. Then it goes with it, the flow. I hope it works. 'Cos it had worked on me before. Once. I hope it works now. *fingers-crossing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One more thing. After watching the movie, Willion and I decided that we should cancel the yamcha thing. And we did. Too little BFFs coming out. Not fun, at all. So we dragged, walked around for like 15 mins and called it off. I went to Tesco cos my parents are shopping for groceries there and also, because i need transport to go home. So, I just tagged along lo. But i can't concentrate on helping out. I was too focusing on what should I do next in my life. And, COINCEDENTLY, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(haha. sry for bolding cos i wasn't sure whether it's coincedencely or purposely) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I bumped into Alvin and his KDU friend. XP Somehow I was startled cos i was too engrossed with my thinking. HAha, sry for that a&amp;amp;K. What was more suprising is he told me that someone likes me. I won't reveal how the person is here. But if you so happened to be the one Alvin was talking about. Contact me, would like to know you. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But till then, nothing interesting today. Going to sleep now. Tomorrow afternoon got Kaki Blue some more. Sigh. lazy lazy. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my flu is really killing me. Sigh. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oops! Sorry, not tomorrow, it's today. XD Cos it is passed 12 now. TODAY's noon, then. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Au Revoir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bonne Nuit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022305430631713331-9019410746078403584?l=bonjourmrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/feeds/9019410746078403584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2022305430631713331&amp;postID=9019410746078403584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/9019410746078403584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/9019410746078403584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/2009/06/17-still-p.html' title='17, still. =P'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609288783696073297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/TTNK6VUuk4I/AAAAAAAAATo/jZwp2M5JrN0/S220/hmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022305430631713331.post-5818976086749474042</id><published>2009-06-12T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:32:00.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Week 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjIt7SuQkMI/AAAAAAAAARI/qxSSw9P3vHE/s1600-h/light.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dream is not about living, it's about taking you a step further."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Bonjour, Mr. D!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre; "&gt;™ quotes 06:31&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjIt7SuQkMI/AAAAAAAAARI/qxSSw9P3vHE/s320/light.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346386204303593666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022305430631713331-5818976086749474042?l=bonjourmrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/feeds/5818976086749474042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2022305430631713331&amp;postID=5818976086749474042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/5818976086749474042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/5818976086749474042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-week-1.html' title='Quote of the Week 1'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609288783696073297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/TTNK6VUuk4I/AAAAAAAAATo/jZwp2M5JrN0/S220/hmm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjIt7SuQkMI/AAAAAAAAARI/qxSSw9P3vHE/s72-c/light.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022305430631713331.post-164291253231000837</id><published>2009-06-11T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:19:18.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Mania.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjDAw1qTeiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IHklngw8PuI/s1600-h/DSC00786.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was my day. I wasn't really feeling good but I have to attend this thing. I've been practicing like hell for this day and for the future, of course. The thing is, I wasn;t sure whether I could make it happen or not. During that time la. It wasn't until I found out... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How challenging it could be and how fun it would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recklessly and all-so-notwithstandingly awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning was my driving test. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(though it was ytd but im gonna write it as if it just happened today. XP) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I woke up at about 530am, wondering whether i woke up too early or too late. Washed up and prepared, i got downstairs and had my breakfast. And i was right. I was too early. So I went back upstairs and took a light reading. Coincidentally, the magazine which I took was initially supposed to be about childish outdated games. BUT, somehow when i flipped to the middle of the magazine. It shows cars. Like how to drive properly and shows the right way to get ready or stuffs like that. I was smilling all the way O.O... HAHA. I didn't expect it coming. And STRANGELY, the column was after a title named "Having a good breakfast kickstarts a perfect day!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHHAHAAHAHAHAHA. Is this some hints or something? LMAO. Maybe it is or not. Hehe. But somehow it stucked onto my mind until i noticed that it's nearly time. Went down, took a light breakfast, I got on my grandpa's car and headed to William Driving Agency's office. When i got onto my grandpa's car, I noticed how much memories i left behind uncherished ever since I was 10. He had been driving me around and I didn't thank him enough. This was my ONLY transportation to my school and tuitions. My parents was always busy with their works and jobs so they didn't really have time to fetch us around. So it was grandpa that did all the driving. ANYWAYS, I arrived at the agency like about 7am. And when i stepped into the room, my first though was, "where's leelyn?" HAHA. You know i understand everything happens for a reason but THIS is strangely amazing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leelyn and I was primary schoolmates for like 6 years but we didn't get to know each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leelyn and I was secondary schoolmates for straight 5 years but we didn't get to know each other. Just somehow manage to say hi! bye! and that's that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not until I really really get to know this cute, smart and Sampat like me XP during NS. haha. We met and talked a lot during NS. From the utmost scariest ghost stories we experienced in NS to some *ahem ahem* sharing, it almost felt like we known each other for a loooot of years. haha. But DONT Worry, she was like a sister to me, not more than that. *winks to leelyn*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there she was, sitting right at the corner scrutinising other candidates paying their fees. I can really see her boredness through her eyes. It was funny. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So i sat beside her and made the expression that explain all i felt. heehee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i put my hands on my heart and sorta popping mildly. and do the O_O eyes. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cool huh? wanna see it? haha. next time when u meet me i'll show u. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So... after eveything is almost settled, the Cute uncle sent us to our exam place. In Gombak, i think. And i heard it was the easiest place u can get, ever. teehee. lucky me. =P We got down the van and got ourselves registered. My lucky no. of the day is 32. XD Leelyn got 31. So we're right after each other. We started with the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;deadly 3...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Slope. Parking. 3-point turn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As it turned out, it was really deadly for me. I meant it. I'm telling you, whoever who wants to take exams by using JPJ car better pray hard. Because you never know what you will get. Mine was th perfect example. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My gear DIDN'T worked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My clutch DIDN'T worked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mirrors was UN-alterable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O.M.G&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It shocked to my core when the reverse gear didn't worked during the parking. I was thinking, "Oh gosh, i'm gonna fail if this keeps up." So I prayed hard. Like REALLY hard. HAHA. and somehow, miracles happened. The car owner came and tried on a few times until the gear was in place and said to me, "Kamu hendak masuk gear kuat kuat baru bolehlah". I just nodded and continued. Same went with the 3-point turn. sigh. thank God i passed....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PHEW~~~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;teehee.XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then it was on the road. Leelyn and I waited in a room. And we started saying," hey! we should take pictures you know.." and okay! i took a few. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just gonnalet the pictures speak my thousand words for awhile. 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the back of cute uncle....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjDBOhZeTuI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VxQ64jftuYo/s1600-h/DSC00794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjDBOhZeTuI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VxQ64jftuYo/s320/DSC00794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345985212916322018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjDBOYdsoFI/AAAAAAAAAQI/1Te6HX4Qg28/s1600-h/DSC00793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjDBOYdsoFI/AAAAAAAAAQI/1Te6HX4Qg28/s320/DSC00793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345985210518118482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjDBOeXtkGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4_LV9_Fnv7Y/s1600-h/DSC00792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjDBOeXtkGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4_LV9_Fnv7Y/s320/DSC00792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345985212103626850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and we called it a day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); 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NOT EXACTLY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahahahhaahahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had lunch at 1u's nandos and talked a lot about Universal topics, etc. It was really mind-boggling and interesting. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, FINALLY, the day ended. We both took bus back home. And later on at nite, i went to kaki blue. That's all. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here... as promised, a few photos as Baloo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjDJqJ00CfI/AAAAAAAAARA/FVxzwWgYyVM/s1600-h/P5210024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjDJp3VMHyI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jkXszVFp1m0/s1600-h/P1010602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjDJp3VMHyI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jkXszVFp1m0/s320/P1010602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345994478753423138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjDJpS6UivI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fabwb3ZlRF4/s1600-h/P1010320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjDJpS6UivI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fabwb3ZlRF4/s320/P1010320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345994468977052402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjDJpDWUqcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sr0Rh-f9MTw/s1600-h/1_805072668l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjDJpDWUqcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sr0Rh-f9MTw/s320/1_805072668l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345994464799533506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjDJpAO8MsI/AAAAAAAAAQg/B2MdAchx7cA/s1600-h/P1011162.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjDJpAO8MsI/AAAAAAAAAQg/B2MdAchx7cA/s320/P1011162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345994463963263682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least, the most memorable one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjDJqJ00CfI/AAAAAAAAARA/FVxzwWgYyVM/s320/P5210024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345994483717900786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Have a nice day, everyone. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ps: I'm thinking of putting Logos on my pictures. Anyone have any ideas how to do it can you tell me, puh-lease? thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022305430631713331-164291253231000837?l=bonjourmrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/feeds/164291253231000837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2022305430631713331&amp;postID=164291253231000837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/164291253231000837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/164291253231000837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-was-my-day.html' title='Driving Mania.'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609288783696073297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/TTNK6VUuk4I/AAAAAAAAATo/jZwp2M5JrN0/S220/hmm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/SjDAw1qTeiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IHklngw8PuI/s72-c/DSC00786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022305430631713331.post-2822196350765305832</id><published>2009-06-09T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:40:29.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour, Mr. D!™</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi everyone. I've decided to move my blog and create a new and fresh-faced blog. As I know that my last blog was total rubbish. Meaningless and totally motiveless, I know this is the right time to start a new blog. This blog is gonna be the start of something new in my life. Hope you all can see to this blog and support me throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to show my passion and dreams and desire to the world. Fingers-crossing, I hope this time I would be able to write and show as many passion I can about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a gentle kick start to the blog, I am gonna tell you how I come across to create my new title...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Bonjour, Mr. D!&lt;strong&gt;™&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was created when I suddenly thought of a brand new nickname of mine after the old "Baloo" when i was in high school. Now, i would elaborate a little about how the nickname "Baloo" came about. When i was in high school i conducted a choir and at that time, we was singing Bare Necessities. They said I looked like It. Driven by enthusiasm and teamwork, they started calling me Baloo, the conductor bear. Though i was super duper awkward with the nic. cos they started calling me all around places, eventually i got used to it and give way to the wacky new nic i've just "Honoured". XD It wasn't until i realised that after 2008 how i miss the funny moments that i've lived. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(will enclosed a few pictures in the next coming post, i promise. teehee.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it was the name of Baloo. Now comes the evolvement part. HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without celebrating the last day of 2008 and the new year of 2009, I was selected to the one of the apathethic yet reminisceneful events of my life - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLKN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(aka National Service)&lt;/span&gt;. When i first got to know i've been selected was straight after my spm trials, under the Big Tree beside my infamous high school Round Table; sneakishly smsing PLKN's hotline to see the result. With Jessica Xiau Yen, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my ahmah, gosh i miss her, will ask her to see this post after debut my blog. Teehee. XD)&lt;/span&gt; was anticipating the results like graduates waiting for Spm results and yes, it was more nervous than getting SPM results. To me, at that time, whether i got in to PLKN meant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFE OR DEATH&lt;/span&gt; for me. Not to be exaggerative, but yes, i was THAT crazy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hey ahmah, what you doing here? Not back yet? Today no tenth period, should be early go home mah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess: "Ya, me too. You noe hor, that ***** din kena u noe. Oh My God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "How ***** noe one? I tot ***** is having class now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess: "SMS la, duh. Today the list came out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "oh gosh. maybe i shud check too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess: "You try. I very scared. Just SMS-ed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "AH~~ Got the result?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess: "No not yet. still waiting. Heart thumping like crazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Er. Ok... I'll try"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so... before I know my result, she got the first congrats SMS of the day I've ever seen in my life which I GLADLY supressed. She went home after that, and when i was on my way back to school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Phone vibrated. I whispered SHit! in my heart. And slowly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very super super duper duperly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the phone out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and open the msg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotlink msg. =_=&lt;br /&gt;"SChool Holiday Bonus! Get RM10 airtime by only RM7 bla bla blas.. couldn;t remember much abt the msg." I' like wat the hell. like i need one bonus ryt now. SO, feeling relieved for a moment, the Butterflies-in-the-stomachs came back when I know that its not the final result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i waited....and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My transport came. And I am still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. How long i still have to wait? This have to stop. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it came. The msg. I saw the no. 15888. the most unluckiest no. of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TAHNIAH! CHAN TIK LAM ************ TELAH DIPILIH UNTUK MENYERTAI PROGRAM LATIHAN KHIDMAT NEGARA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first line made me shocked to death....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it all ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Not quite. Sry for being so looong winded at the NS part. Cos it meant quite a lot to me. And so, when i get into NS, It wasn't so bad after all. HeeHee. read my previous blog's posts about my NS life and you will know. And it was in NS i got my nickname Mr. D. It was some character building class and initially i wanna put Dylan. But hell! I told myself, Be Creative! and so. TEEHEE~~ decided to put MR DYLAN. then i tot. maybe shudnt be so loong. MR D boleh dah. HAHA. and the next thing u noe, EVERYONE in the camp who noes me started calling me Mr. D. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour means good morning in French, because i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; french culture, i decided to put Bonjour instead of Good morning. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Good Morning? you say.  WHy not good evening or good night or just simple, "HELLO!" instead. WELL. Because morning resembles a fresh brand new start to me. Because Good Morning represents a turning-over-a-new-leaf life to me. Because bonjour means Good morning to Life and Passion because it's in french to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to me, everyone requires balls to change. And because of change can we live our lives more interesting and meaningful. Life's too short for sticking to the status quo. We should always try to expand ourself. You should do it too. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea. this is my brand new start. emotional. inspired and still rejuvenating.&lt;br /&gt;It is a brand new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bonjour, Mr. D!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/Si5YHa1qr6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/1vpVa2x5IHM/s1600-h/4854_87823524502_534299502_1912728_3692291_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/Si5YHa1qr6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/1vpVa2x5IHM/s320/4854_87823524502_534299502_1912728_3692291_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345306692222103458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2022305430631713331-2822196350765305832?l=bonjourmrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/feeds/2822196350765305832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2022305430631713331&amp;postID=2822196350765305832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/2822196350765305832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022305430631713331/posts/default/2822196350765305832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonjourmrd.blogspot.com/2009/06/bonjour-mr-d.html' title='Bonjour, Mr. D!™'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609288783696073297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/TTNK6VUuk4I/AAAAAAAAATo/jZwp2M5JrN0/S220/hmm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyM5w55ya5w/Si5YHa1qr6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/1vpVa2x5IHM/s72-c/4854_87823524502_534299502_1912728_3692291_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
